A Formation?
This brat was a Formation Master?
But were Formation Masters meant to draw Formations like this?
Without pen or ink, relying solely on Divine Thought, to form a Formation so quickly?
Formations obey the Heavenly Dao, the obsession and killer intent towards Divine Sense is the greatest.
Moreover, it was such a vivid and powerful Formation.
The Iron Corpse Elder's heart trembled.
"It's over, capsized in the gutter."
It was just starving for so long and wanted to come out for a bite to eat, only to be roasted by a formation set up by some unknown brat?
The cultivation world is truly goddamn treacherous!
Such a vicious brat.
Facing death, the Iron Corpse Elder wanted to struggle with all its might one last time.
For a moment, it broke free from the Golden Lock Formation, but was then immobilized by Mo Hua's Water Prison Technique on the spot. Moments later, the spiritual power of the Golden Lock Formation restored itself, turning back into golden locks and securing it firmly once again.
And the Melting Fire Formation, like a furnace, ceaselessly scorched its body.
A dull knife cutting through flesh will eventually finish.
The Iron Corpse Elder fell into despair.
Mo Hua, on the other hand, was sizing up the Iron Corpse Elder and suddenly asked with curiosity,
"The technique of your corpse transformation, was it passed down from your ancestor?"
Through gritted teeth, the Iron Corpse Elder replied,
"What if it was?"
"Do you have any other techniques?" Mo Hua inquired.
The Iron Corpse Elder, seething, remained silent.
"If you have no other techniques, you're going to die here today," Mo Hua "kindly" reminded.
The Iron Corpse Elder was so angry it couldn't speak.
Mo Hua stroked his chin, pondering.
This Iron Corpse Elder seemed to have really run out of tricks, no other techniques left.
Mo Hua felt somewhat regretful and disappointed,
"That's all your ancestor passed down to you?"
The Iron Corpse Elder sneered, "Of course not. My ancestor's techniques are innumerable–how could they be understood by a mere… "
While speaking, it suddenly stopped, followed by a sudden jolt of alarm.
Was this brat tricking him into talking?
What did he mean?
What did he want to know?
Ancestor…
He wanted to understand the ancestor's techniques, could it be… he was after the ancestor's legacy?
The Iron Corpse Elder was filled with fear.
No, it's not possible.
How could he, a mere brat, possibly…
The Iron Corpse Elder paused, his face showing horror.
No, it was possible!
Given the brat's inconceivable abilities in the Sea of Consciousness, he really could plot against the ancestor!
If he succeeded, and understood the ancestor's techniques, the ancestor, the ancestor...
The ancestor would be in danger!
The Iron Corpse Elder's heart trembled.
Seeing his thoughts uncovered, Mo Hua lamented,
"Being an oblivious ghost would have been better for you."
Understanding everything meant he only had to slaughter you now.
Although Mo Hua didn't plan on sparing his life in the first place.
Mo Hua no longer wasted words, focusing on driving the formation to refine the Iron Corpse Elder, who was stricken with terror, and then swallowed it whole.
The Divine Thought of an iron corpse would certainly be much stronger.
After swallowing it, Mo Hua temporarily couldn't refine it completely and estimated that it would take several days to do so gradually.
Occasionally, evil thoughts would bubble up from the depths of his heart.
Mo Hua could only calm those thoughts through still meditation from now on.
After exiting the Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua opened his eyes and glanced at the Zhang Family's Ancestral Master Picture.
The picture still contained many zombies, several iron corpses, and also Zhang Quan's ancestor.
One by one, come then...
None shall escape!
It's just whether, after finishing them all in "one pot", his Divine Sense will directly reach Thirteen Stripes...
Mo Hua couldn't help but wonder.
Bai Zisheng asked, noticing his state, "Are you... all right?"
Mo Hua came back to his senses and shook his head, "I'm fine."
Yet Bai Zisheng frowned, sensing something amiss, "It seems somewhat off..."
Bai Zixi's eyes, like water, also stared at Mo Hua for a while, then asked puzzled,
"Your face, why does it seem a bit wicked?"
Mo Hua rubbed his cheek, "Ate something not so good, need to digest it a bit."