Without further ado, everyone immediately sent a message to report the "tragic sins".

A single stone caused a thousand waves, not only some families and sects were shocked, but even the Dao Court was shocked.

In Tianshu Pavilion.

The old master looked at the celestial craft, deduced it in his heart, and then nodded slowly and said:

"It's a sign of evil deeds..."

He took out a jade slip, made several marks, and then ordered a disciple to say:

"Give it to the Dao Bing Department."

The disciple respectfully took it and sealed it with a secret box. He did not dare to delay it and immediately passed it to the Dao Bing Office.

The Dao Bing Department made an emergency agreement and then issued a transfer order:

From the Lizhou Xiaohuangzhou border, as well as the nearby Heishan Prefecture, Lishan Prefecture, Dahuang Prefecture, and Barbarian border, ten foundation-building commanders, two thousand first-rank Taoist soldiers, traveled day and night to Nanyue City, Xiaohuang Prefecture's border, suppressed the corpse mine and quelled the corpse troubles. Anyone with obstacles will be killed without any hindrance!

The central government also ordered:

In the Xiaohuangzhou Realm, within a radius of 500 miles, all the Taoist cultivators who were enthroned by the Dao Court will send at least one foundation-building monk to Nanyue City to assist in the battle, sank the corpse mines, and wipe out the corpse kings.

After the work is completed, reward it according to the merits.

If there is a disrespectful order, the family or sect will be reduced to one rank, and there will be no rank upgrade within a hundred years...

As soon as the order was issued, all forces were in agitation and the monks walked around in panic.

The momentum of mountain rain converges in Nanyue City...

On the shelf of Tianshu Pavilion.

The old man was alone, with deep eyes, looking up at the sky, and after a long time, he murmured in a low voice:

"Are you a foolish Taoist..."

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You can actually accumulate evil in Taoism, less than a hundred years... Another big devil..."

"But... Dao's evil, is it so easy to keep?"

"Is it a problem with the demonic Taoist, or is it a problem with the heavenly Tao......"

The old master looked at the sky silently.

But the wind and clouds are surging in the sky, and in the blue sky and white sun, there is no mystery hidden. Under the scorching sun, there is no sign of it.

The old master frowned even tighter.

...

The outside world is changing, and forces from all sides are surging undercurrents.

Inside the corpse mine, it is as always.

At night, Zhang Quan was still shaking the bell to refine the corpse, Lu Chengyun was still drawing the formation, and the ink painting was also the same, covering the formation of Lu Chengyun.

In the bronze coffin, the corpse energy is stronger and the majesty is heavier.

But the triple control in its body gradually deepened...

Until three days later, the Corpse King is about to be refined.

In the altar of Ten Thousand Corpse, Zhang Quanyin couldn't help but feel proud, and then laughed wildly:

"The Corpse King wakes up soon and is under my control! The entire Xiaohuang Prefecture Realm has floating corpses everywhere, becoming the veritable Xiaohuang Prefecture Realm, and I, Zhang Quan, will become the corpse ancestor in this state!"

"Brother Lu, Lu Chengyun!"

"I will let you know that the real short-sighted person is you!"

Zhang Quan finished laughing and left.

After Zhang Quan left, Lu Chengyun appeared.

He calmly strengthened the Lingshu evil formation, then looked at the place where Zhang Quan left, and sneered:

"Play tricks under my nose? Seeking death!"

Lu Chengyun finished sneering and left.

The last thing that showed his head was the ink painting with big eyes flashing.

He opened the coffin and drew the formation with a familiar way, suppressed Lu Chengyun's evil formation with a serious spiritual pivot formation, and enhanced his control over the corpse king.

After finishing the painting, Mo Hua's little face showed a smirk and said:

"Look at who will listen to this big rice dumpling!"

After carefully painting the formation, Mo Hua carefully sealed the coffin and tiptoed away from the altar of the ten thousand corpses.

After leaving the altar, Mo Hua thought about it and handed a note to the younger brother and sister with the little tiger.

The note reads:

"Three days later, on July 15th, the corpse king will be refined and the corpse formation will be opened."

Ink painting stuffed the paper stickers on the little tiger.

The little tiger crawled up with a "huff" sound.

But Mo Hua felt a little worried.

There are so many zombies in the corpse mine. I wonder how many people have been mobilized by my junior brother, my junior sister, and Sister Situ.

If there is not enough staff, it will be troublesome.

If you can't control Lu Chengyun, you can't suppress zombies, or you can't suppress corpses and mines, the consequences will be unimaginable once you riot.

However, Mo Hua thought about it all the time, but he felt that human hands were simply impossible.

His current strength is no match for Lu Chengyun at all.

He could not imagine where else could he summon monks from...

"Forget it, don't care..."

Mo Hua sighed in her heart.

What you can do is done.

For the rest, I was a small Qi-refining cultivator and could do nothing.

I can only do my best and leave my destiny.

The most important thing now is to find a way to get out.

Ink painting was planned early:

"As long as someone attacks the corpse mine and the two sides fight, the situation will be in chaos, and you will find a way to escape!"

At that time, when the enemy was in front of him, Lu Chengyun had no time to care about him and would definitely not care about him.

He hid himself and removed his formation and could escape smoothly.

As for visualization pictures...

Let’s see if there is any chance, if there is no chance, forget it.

The visualization picture is indeed a good thing, and I have always been thinking about Zhang Quan’s ancestor in the picture.

But life is still important, you can’t take any risks just because of a visualization picture.

There are so many zombies in this mine, and dozens of iron corpses are still in the formation of ten thousand corpses. Zhang Quan is eyeing him, and Lu Chengyun is also indifferent to him...

Under the crisis, it is better to be more timid.

Mo Hua nodded.

After getting out, let's make a long-term plan...

I slipped out first, then found someone to help, and had a backer, and sneaked back secretly to control the corpse king to see if I could take the opportunity to "silence" Lu Chengyun.

He thought about it again, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he felt relieved.

But what Mo Hua didn't expect was that something happened.

And this accident happened unexpectedly...

The next day, he hid behind the altar.

Zhang Quan was still shaking the bell to control the corpse.

But after shaking the bell, Zhang Quan spit out a mouthful of blood. His originally pale face turned pale in an instant, but he was still laughing and chanting:

"It's done! It's done!"

I don't quite understand the ink painting.

"What happened? Zhang Quan was so happy?"

Next, Zhang Quan walked directly to the altar and suddenly uncovered the yellow cloth!
To be continued...