At this time, Mo Hua deeply understood why Mr. Pi must firmly adhere to the principle of "one formation master" every time he goes to the tomb.

Monks take cultivation as their foundation, but cultivation is just cultivation.

To most monks in the world, strong cultivation only means killing and destructive power.

But there are still many problems that cannot be solved by cultivation alone.

But the formation master is different.

The formation manifests the way of heaven and encompasses everything.

Formation masters are proficient in formations and understand all principles, and can solve many problems that ordinary monks cannot.

Whenever something happens, others will ask for you.

Mo Hua sighed, reluctantly taking out Mr. Pi's compass, and then began to determine the direction based on the flow of the ground formation.

After a while, Mo Hua pointed to the left hand side, "Here."

Everyone could only follow Mo Hua honestly.

Along the way, the forked roads gradually close up, and you can also encounter some triggered mechanisms. This is obviously the way back.

Hui Erye breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Mo Hua with even more intense self-light.

After that, the ink painting continued to follow the formation to identify positions, and walked for a while.

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the side road, Mo Hua's expression suddenly changed and he stopped.

"What's wrong?" Master Hui asked.

Mo Hua's face looked a little ugly, "There's something——."

Mr. Hui was stunned for a moment, and then he understood instantly.

"Zi Chong!"

When everyone heard this, their hearts froze and they immediately became wary.

Mo Hua also quietly retreated behind everyone.

Just a moment later, in the dark fork in the road, in the deep darkness, a head suddenly popped up silently.

The head was deformed and ugly, the facial features were squeezed and deformed, making it difficult to distinguish the face, and the mouth had three cracks, like insect teeth in the ground.

At this time, the head's three-petal mouth split open, revealing its wriggling flesh teeth, like a flesh-red piranha.

As soon as Mr. Hui saw it, he felt sick to his stomach.

The scene of having his face gnawed on by this corpse just now was still vivid in his mind. He didn't want to experience that disgusting feeling again.

Second Master Hui took out his knife and wanted to chop down the corpse.

But halfway through cutting with the knife, he suddenly stopped, his pupils trembled, and his face instantly turned pale.

What was blooming in front of him was not a "piranha".

But one after another.

Flesh-red gums and white tusks bloomed one after another in the darkness. With just a glance, there were probably more than twenty of them.

Everyone's expressions changed.

"Back off!" Second Master Hui shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, these ferocious and smelly corpses opened their bloody mouths and rushed toward everyone's heads.

Mr. Hui cut off the arm of a corpse with one knife.

The stone punched away a zombie that jumped in the face.

Others also used swords and spells to kill or knock away the zombies one by one.

But as long as the corpse spirit is not dead, even if there is a trace of evil energy left, it will still continue to attack.

Everyone could only fight and retreat, and then retreated into the darkness of the fork in the road. I don't know how many corpses there were, like a tide, rushing up one after another.

Rotten flesh, blood, stumps, sword light, blood light, and spells were all mixed together.

The scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

Mo Hua could only try his best to hide in the crowd and let these golden elixirs block the "tide of corpses" for him.

However, due to the confusing roads, narrow passages, and too many corpses, a group of people were dispersed without even realizing it.

When Mo Hua used his body skills to avoid being killed by several corpse ghosts, he also used his fireball technique to blast away a few zombie ghosts that jumped in the face. When he turned around again, he found that he was alone.

"It's over, are you separated?"

Mo Hua was shocked.

It can't be broken up now. If it is broken up, one's golden elixir "shield" will be gone.

"We have to meet them." Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

Fortunately, they had just separated not long ago, and some of the corpses were killed, so they could barely sense the auras of people nearby.

Mo Hua followed this aura, dodging corpse ghosts and traps. After walking for a while, he found a person in front of him.

It's the tomb robber named "Mouse".

The rat is dealing with several zombies. His magic weapon seems to be a shovel, which can dig soil, but it can also chop people.

After about ten rounds, the rat killed all the corpses around him.

The surroundings became a little cleaner, and the mouse also saw the ink paintings, and asked, "Where are the others?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "We have to find a way to meet them."

"Okay." The mouse nodded.

So the two of them walked forward along the branch road together, trying to find traces of the others.

But as he walked, Mo Hua was startled and immediately jumped to the side, narrowly avoiding a long and thick hand.

Mo Hua was surprised: "What are you doing?"

It was the rat who attacked him.

At this time, the mouse's face was gloomy, his hall was glowing with cyan, his narrow eyes were staring at Mo Hua, he pulled Mo Hua's shoulder with one hand, and said in a hoarse voice:
Chapter completed!