The coffins of the iron corpse are placed in the deepest part of the corpse cave.

Mo Hua looked at it and saw several corpse cultivators guarding them overnight. There was an early warning formation nearby, but they couldn't get close to it.

These iron corpses were not guarded before.

It seems that Zhang Quan suffered a loss and had a memory, so he did not dare to be careless at all.

"This is troublesome..."

Mohua frowned.

The bell can't be stolen, and the iron corpse can't move.

If they really start, they will definitely suffer.

Mo Hua thought about it and shook her head slightly.

It seems that relying on yourself alone can’t solve it for the time being.

Mo Hua got up and left the zombie village first.

When he arrived outside the village, he met Situ Fang and said truthfully:

"I have solved the formation, but I can't steal the corpse control bell, and the iron corpse cannot be approached."

Situ Fang was slightly stunned.

It was beyond her expectations that it could untie the formation.

As for the corpse control bells and iron corpses, she doesn't want to ask for these.

"It's okay, it's good to be able to unlock the formation." Situ Fang said, "Next, let's follow the plan?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "But there is no need to attack forcefully, we should focus on harassment, so that chaos can arise in the village."

"Okay." Situ Fang said.

Mo Hua looked at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi again and said:

"Let's take advantage of the chaos and save Teacher Yan first."

"Yes." Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi nodded.

So when the sky is not clear and people's hearts are tired.

Situ Fang and the two foundation-building elders of the Situ family led more than 200 Situ family monks in black and walked into the zombie village.

At the gate of the zombie village, several zombie cultivators were burning fire and drinking, talking in a daze.

The foundation-building elder took the lead and relied on his quick body skills. In a flash, he arrived at these corpse cultivators, and then took all his strength to wipe out the corpse cultivators who were guarding the door with the power of thunder!

After that, it was confirmed that there was no one around, so that other monks of the Situ family kept up.

After killing this a few times, the corpse cultivator was still discovered.

The Walking Village alarm bell made.

In the dark night, a torch lights up to illuminate the village.

The robber pulled out his sword, and the corpse cultivator shook the bell to control the corpse.

The coffins trembled, the lids were lifted, and the corpse crawled out of the coffin...

A cold light flashed in Situ Fang's eyes and said coldly:

"kill!"

The monks of the Situ family no longer hid their breath, drew out their swords, circulated their spiritual power, and shouted loudly:

"kill!"

In the moment of walking in the zombie village, the murderous aura shook the mountain.

Swords and swords fight each other, and spiritual power bursts out.

On the other side, Mo Hua had already rescued Teacher Yan with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.

Mo Hua said: "Senior brother and sister, you send out Teacher Yan first."

Bai Zisheng said: "Where are you?"

"I have something to do."

Bai Zisheng shook his head and said, "No, this place is too dangerous. You and Zixi send Mr. Yan out, and I will stay and cut off the rear!"

Bai Zisheng spoke righteously.

Mo Hua saw through his thoughts at a glance, "You want to stay and fight..."

Bai Zisheng defended: "Nonsense, am I that kind of person?"

But as he said this, he felt a little guilty.

Mo Hua advised him: "I'll go find Zhang Quan first, stare at him, and stop him from running away..."

"You send Teacher Yan out, and then come back to find me. We will meet up and take Zhang Quan down."

Bai Zisheng's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Okay!"

Bai Zixi glanced at Mo Hua and whispered:

"Be careful."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

Teacher Yan also looked at Mo Hua with a worried look and wanted to say something, so Bai Zisheng pulled him away.

Go early and come back early.

He also wanted to come back early and kill that bastard Zhang Quan.

After Master Yan left, Mo Hua looked around, his mind moved slightly, and strengthened some formations inside the room.

In this way, even if the corpse cultivator finds something wrong and wants to break into the door, it will take more trouble.

After drawing the formation, the ink painting was used to hide and slipped into Zhang Quan's secret room again.

For Mo Hua, Zhang Quan's secret room is like an inn that costs money. He comes whenever he wants, and leaves whenever he wants.

And Zhang Quan was still unaware of it at this time.

He was just looking solemn, talking to several leading corpse cultivators and talking to them:

“…How could there be enemies?”

“…How did they discover the copycat?”

“How many people are there?”

"It's too dark to see clearly."

"At least one or two hundred, and at most four or five hundred..."

"Which force? Daotingsi?"

"It doesn't look like... dressed in black, unidentified."

"It's probably other forces."

"Damn it, for no reason, I came to the door! I'm too bullying!"

"Is there a foundation building?"

"It seems like there are one or two..."

"What should I do if the head of the family?"

...

Zhang Quan pondered for a moment, and suddenly sneered, "Is it really a soft persimmon in our zombie village?"

A trace of gloom flashed in his eyes:

"Send the order to wake up all the corpses. Since they are here, don't let them go. It just so happens that our corpse village has not opened for a long time, and a batch of 'goods' will be added."

A corpse cultivator hesitated:

"The head of the family, we may have some difficulty in controlling the iron corpse, and we are afraid..."

Zhang Quan remained silent, as if he was hesitating about something.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said with regret:

"It's okay, I will open the altar to burn incense, worship the ancestors, and sacrifice the blood bells to control the corpse!"

"Let these invading villains become bloody food in the belly of the iron corpse!"

Several corpse cultivators were overjoyed and said with excitement: "The wisdom of the head!"

But Mo Hua was stunned when she heard this.

Opening the altar bell?

Portrait of worshiping ancestors?
To be continued...