The cemetery is dark, damp and gloomy, filled with a sense of stuffiness and depression.

The corridor in front of me is dark and deep. I don't know how long it is, and I don't know where it leads.

Mo Hua held a compass in his hand and led everyone to walk in the narrow darkness.

Second Master Hui and the others looked around from time to time, wary of the strange corpses in the tomb.

Along the way, there were indeed zombies appearing, not many in number, mostly one or two, quietly jumping out of the darkness to gnaw on people's heads.

But because everyone was mentally prepared, and the seven golden elixir masters were on guard against each other, they focused on the blind spot.

As soon as these corpses appeared, they were quickly killed.

No one was bitten by the corpse.

Mo Hua secretly felt pity.

No one was bitten, so there were fewer samples for observation, and his plan to poison with evil spirits was missing a lot of reference.

I don’t know if anyone has done this before.

But if it is to be done, I am afraid it will be very difficult.

Just the sealing, storage, nourishment, rebirth, poison nourishment, poisoning, etc. of evil spirits require a long time of research.

Therefore, he really needs someone to be bitten by the zombie so that when the disease occurs, he will have a few reference points.

However, we are still in the stage of working together and exploring the tomb together. The final tomb has not been found yet, so there is no need to rush.

Just like that, Mo Hua put down other thoughts and concentrated on leading the way.

The road was long and I didn’t know how long I had walked before the corridor suddenly opened up.

The scene in front of me was different again.

Mo Hua, who was walking at the front, immediately stopped and slowly retreated to the center of the crowd, ensuring that he was heavily surrounded by a group of golden elixirs.

Then Dingqing looked around and saw the corridor ahead, leading to a large stone chamber.

The stone chamber is simple, with some murals carved around it.

These murals are very rough, and most of the contents on the paintings are scenes of bull-headed and horse-faced men wearing Taoist priests' robes, detaining, punishing, and beheading criminals.

Mo Huazai looked at it carefully, felt it again with his spiritual consciousness, and then frowned slightly.

These murals are really just murals.

It is neither a visualization diagram nor a formation, and it seems that there are no other mysteries.

But these bull heads and horse faces, as well as all kinds of punishments, give the ink painting a very unusual look.

There is a vague feeling in the ink painting.

These murals seem to be "copied" from certain places and are "rubbings". However, the person who copied these murals has no idea of ​​the deep meaning of the murals. He just copied a sketch and carved it in the tomb to fill in the stone wall.

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Just from the "rubbings", the ink painting can already feel the eerie and breathless feeling.

The true "body" of these murals may be even more terrifying if seen with one's own eyes.

Mo Hua frowned and looked solemn.

But when Mr. Hui Erye on the side saw these murals, his expression perked up and he turned to the crowd and said:

"This is the mural outside the underground palace. We have arrived at the underground palace."

"Go through the underground palace and enter the deep tomb, and you will see the coffin. The treasures in the tomb will be buried in the coffin in the tomb."

"As long as you enter the tomb, pick up the things, and then return the way you came, your trip will be complete."

Everyone's eyes were somewhat eager.

Mo Hua thought for a while and finally asked the doubts in his heart: "Whose tomb did we steal, and what was buried in the tomb?"

Mo Hua lowered his voice, but everyone could hear it.

However, all the monks present seemed to have heard nothing about it, and no one answered him.

Mo Hua asked for trouble and curled his lips.

"It's getting late, let's keep moving forward." Hui Erye said, then paused slightly and said with a solemn expression:

"However, now that we are here, I have to remind everyone that the underground palace is used to protect the tomb. Killing arrays and mechanisms are everywhere.

It’s very dangerous, so be careful next time.”

The black-robed young man nodded.

Then everyone crossed the murals on the outside of the underground palace and walked forward for nearly a hundred steps.

The shape of the wall changed, and five forked roads appeared in front of the large underground palace.

"These forks are used to confuse outsiders and protect the tombs," said Mr. Hui.

The black-robed young man nodded slightly and asked, "Which way to go?"

Mr. Hui and others were silent for a moment, and all looked at Mo Hua.

The task of visiting tombs and identifying locations was originally the responsibility of Mr. Pi, who was proficient in ground formations. But now that Mr. Pi is dead, this task naturally fell to Mo Hua, the only formation master in the field who was proficient in ground formations.

Even if his ground formation is learned now.

The ink painting reveals a brooding look.

It was also his first time to rob a tomb - no, he was "hijacked" into the cemetery. There were many things that he didn't really understand.

Especially the various uses of ground formations, many of which he had seen for the first time and had little experience.

The five forked paths in front of him were almost identical in his spiritual perception.

Even the layout of the ground formations and the aura of the formations inside were exactly the same, and Mo Hua couldn't tell which one was the real road leading to the tomb.

"Wait a minute, I'll learn more——" Mo Hua said.

Mr. Hui's eyelids twitched.

The black-robed young man looked at Mo Hua with an even weirder look.

Mo Hua ignored them and began to dig through Mr. Pi's storage bag.

In Mr. Pi's storage bag, in addition to formation books and formation diagrams related to formations, there are also some miscellaneous books and notes.

The miscellaneous notes include part of his experience of going to the tomb.

The main content of the experience is about the compatibility between formations and tombs, and the use of most formations, including the Five Elements Formation, Bagua Formation, and the Secret Earth Formation, in tombs.

If you encounter a problem, how to solve it through formation, etc...

Ink Painting has a strong sense of consciousness, quick thinking, and can read books very quickly. With a few clicks of his fingers, he quickly went through all the relevant books and jade slips, and then he probably knew it in his mind.

This is the "pseudo array" technique in tombs.

The five branches are exactly the same, and the formations inside them seem to be the same, but four of them are "fake formations" and the formations are idling, and only one is real.

This is also one of the tips for using ground array.

Mo Hua nodded, and then began to follow Mr. Pi's experience and deduce the aura of the ground formation to identify the authenticity of the formation.

I have to say that Mr. Pi's death was quite necessary.

If he hadn't died, he wouldn't have been able to get these jade slips, and he wouldn't have been able to understand the secret behind them.

And now that the doorway is clear, it will be easier to handle later.

The ink painting is based on the profound spiritual thoughts, and with the help of calculations, after a moment of deduction in the mind, the authenticity of the ground formation can be identified.

Mo Hua stretched out his hand, pointed to the road on the far right, and said, "Go here."

"Did you figure it out?"

"Um."

"Seriously?" Second Master Hui is very optimistic about the talent of ink painting in his heart, and has even planned to take this talent as his own.

But talent is just talent after all.

Seeing the way in which ink paintings are "learned and sold now" and even guessing, Mr. Hui always felt that it was not very reliable.

"This is the road." Mo Hua looked like he didn't believe it.

Second Master Hui frowned.

The black-robed young master glanced at Mo Hua subtly, and slowly said:

"This little brother has never made any mistakes in identifying positions and dismantling formations along the way. What he has calculated should not be wrong. Let's go."

Mo Hua glanced at the black-robed young man with some strangeness.

The black-robed young man looked at the ink painting with a slight smile on his lips.

As soon as I saw the ink painting, my heart sank slightly and I felt a little weird.

Second Master Hui hesitated for a moment, nodded, and had to follow Mo Hua's calculation.
To be continued...