Later, the problem is, how to break open this face screen?

Mo Hua silently pondered.

Generally speaking, a screen is a spirit tool, and a spirit tool has arrays.

Solving the array can then crack the spirit tool and make this face screen invalid.

But Mo Hua did not know what array was painted on this screen, nor did he know what mutually restraining array patterns were, so naturally, there was no way to solve the array.

Since he couldn’t solve it, then simply destroy it?

Use a reverse spirit array to break the array structure, waste the array eye, and make the array self-destruct?

Mo Hua was thinking.

At this time, there was no need to worry about being discovered. It didn’t matter whether he kept the screen or not. Being a bit rough with the methods was also fine.

Once the array self-destructs, the screen will be broken.

Perhaps the cave entrance on the screen will open.

Perhaps it will seal the secret room dead, and no one will be able to enter.

The best situation is to destroy the array, with no array blessing, the screen becomes invalid, and the secret room cave opens.

He can slip in and pack everything away.

The worst situation is simply the screen self-destructing, and no one being able to enter.

He can’t enter, and Zhang Quan can’t enter either.

This way, the control corpse bell and visualization map will all be sealed inside.

It doesn’t matter if he can’t enter.

But if Zhang Quan can’t enter, he won’t have the control corpse bell. Without the control corpse bell, he can’t control the iron corpse, and his strength will be greatly damaged.

Without the iron corpse, Corpse Raising Village will have no Foundation Establishment combat power and naturally won’t be able to withstand a single blow.

No matter how he thought about it, it was all harmless to him.

Mo Hua then no longer hesitated and began working on the array on the screen.

As soon as he drew the first reverse spirit array, the array on the screen flashed blue light, the spiritual power began to become disordered, emitting an ear-piercing sound. The array was then invalid, and the screen also dimmed a bit.

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up, and he continued to draw reverse spirit arrays.

Every time he drew a reverse spirit array, one array was destroyed.

The ink color on the screen also gradually dimmed.

By the time Mo Hua destroyed all the arrays, all the ink on the entire screen had faded, leaving only a gray hazy piece.

Mo Hua frowned.

Was this solved, or broken?

Mo Hua swept with his divine sense and found that the screen was indeed invalid, and there was no barrier at the doorway.

Only the barrier eye ink was still there.

Mo Hua simply took out his Thousand Jun Stick and gave the screen a flurry of random beatings.

He beat the already old screen into broken and tattered pieces.

The screen made a “creak” sound, as if wailing, and then completely retreated, dissipating the ink image, revealing the secret room cave entrance and the altar inside.

Mo Hua let out a breath, greatly happy in his heart, and stepped in.

Within the secret room, the aura was even gloomier.

Golden yellow silk cloth covered the altar, and eerie green candle flames swayed.

Blood bells, white bones, coffins, not one less.

And on the altar, the vice ancestor image of the Zhang family was being burned incense to and worshipped.

Mo Hua lowered his gaze, not looking at the vice ancestor image, but with quick eyes and hands, he picked out the copper bells refined with blood sacrifice in the iron plate one by one and threw them into his storage bag.

Then he searched and scraped the inside of the secret room again.

Spirit stones, sacrifices, spirit tools, and so on, as long as they looked valuable, or were engraved with arrays, or had some origin, or were strange in some way that he didn’t understand, they were all taken by Mo Hua as if he were plucking wool.

Finally, he turned to the vice ancestor image.

Mo Hua slightly narrowed his eyes, trying not to look, planning to carefully take down the image and then throw it into his storage bag.

But just as his fingers touched the image,

A stock of ice-cold divine thought suddenly entered Mo Hua’s sea of consciousness.

It seemed an aged but clear voice whispered in his ear:

“Little boy… your bones are clear and strange…”

“Your talent is exceptional…”

“I will pass you opportunity… help you become immortal…”

“You look over…”

“You…”

This voice, seemingly real yet illusory, lured Mo Hua to look at that vice painting.

At the same time, the person in the middle of the painting seemed to have some change, his skin gradually corrupting, just about to break out of the painting.

Mo Hua detected his divine sense slightly lag, quickly entered meditation, calmed his heart, and in just an instant, discarded miscellaneous thoughts, his mind clear.

Coming back to his senses, Mo Hua waved his left hand and knocked over the altar.

Then he casually pulled down the image of Zhang Quan’s ancestor to the ground.

After picking up the incense burner, iron plate, candle holder, and a pile of other things, he smashed them all at once. After smashing them, he still stepped on the image two feet.

The image immediately became honest…

Mo Hua inwardly coldly hummed.

“Still want to yin me?”

“The same routine, I won’t fall for it a second time!”

Seeing the image make no movement, Mo Hua folded it up, randomly rubbed it, and stuffed it into his storage bag.

In a short time of only ten-odd breaths, both the control corpse bell and the image were in his hands.

Mo Hua’s storage bag was also stuffed full.

No time to delay, time to slip away!

Mo Hua did not at all drag his feet, took several vertical steps, left the altar, then flipped onto the beam, solved the array, and easily escaped out of Zhang Quan’s secret room…

And at this moment, Zhang Quan was still completely unaware.

He stood on the outer wall of Corpse Raising Village, looking at the array in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief.

The arrays were really all broken!

Some were invalid, some were destroyed, and some self-exploded when the array was opened due to a short circuit in spiritual power.

Why? Why did they break?

Clearly, when he checked two days ago, all the arrays were still good.

But in less than two days, all the arrays in the entire Corpse Raising Village were destroyed, just as if a whole layer of skin had been peeled off?

Who did this?

Who could have such great ability to destroy all the arrays inside his Corpse Raising Village in such a short time?

Was it an array master?

But in South Yue City, which array master could have such high means?

Zhang Quan was both shocked and angry. He sternly said:

“Go invite Mr. Yan over!”

A corpse cultivator hesitated and said:

“Mr. Yan, we can’t invite him…”

Zhang Quan glared, coldly said: “Where is he?”

“Mr. Yan’s room is sealed, we… can’t open it…” The corpse cultivator stammered.

Zhang Quan’s gaze turned cold, “Take me there.”

Soon, Zhang Quan arrived at Mr. Yan’s room.

The room was mottled in four places, with traces of being hit, but the room door was still tightly closed.

It seemed someone had reinforced the array from inside the room, making the wall sturdy and impossible to break from the outside.

Zhang Quan’s gaze turned cold, he boldly struck, and a palm slapped the room door.

The room door cracked, but Zhang Quan’s palm was also shaken and slightly numb.

Zhang Quan’s expression was grave.

Who set this array again?

A mere first-grade array, actually so hard?

Zhang Quan used his full strength, urged his spiritual power, his palm wind was majestic, his strength continuous, and it took him a full half a cup of tea time to finally break the room door.

The room door shattered, and Zhang Quan fixed his eyes to look.

There was no one shadow inside the room.

Not only that, but everything was also packed clean.

This fellow surnamed Yan actually ran away?

“Array masters are indeed not good people!”

Zhang Quan was so angry he ground his teeth, only feeling his heart chaotic like hemp, his thoughts a jumble.

This fellow surnamed Yan, how exactly did he run away?

Did he run off by himself, or did someone come to save him?

And who saved him? How was he saved?

Were the arrays of Corpse Raising Village not touched by this fellow surnamed Yan?

Did he collude inside and outside, hook up with outsiders, intending to destroy Corpse Raising Village?

Now that the matter was exposed, he feared punishment and fled.

Or was it someone in the dark…

Zhang Quan suddenly paused.

Dark…

Concealment technique?

To be able to evade the divine sense of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and sneak into Corpse Raising Village without anyone noticing, according to what he knew, there was only one person.

That little ghost with the concealment technique?!

Zhang Quan’s brows were tightly locked, and immediately he felt something was wrong again.

Corpse Raising Village had the Manifest Dust Array. That little ghost should not be able to mix in…

“Not right,” Zhang Quan suddenly shook his head, his thoughts turning quickly:

“The fellow surnamed Yan has ulterior motives. The Manifest Dust Array he set definitely has problems, and it definitely can’t defend against that little ghost!”

It’s even possible that these two people are in the same group!

Zhang Quan was angry beyond measure, and immediately his heart jumped violently.

Concealment… concealment…

He suddenly changed color, “Altar!”

Zhang Quan remembered that if Mo Hua had truly concealed himself inside, then everything he did might have been seen clearly.

Including, just now, he opened the altar to sacrifice the bell!

Zhang Quan urged his movement technique to the extreme, and in just moments, returned to his own room.

The lock on the room door was safe and sound, and the array was also intact.

Zhang Quan let out a breath, but when he opened the lock, just as he entered the door, he saw the screen that had been beaten into broken and tattered pieces.

Zhang Quan’s legs went soft, and he almost didn’t stand steady.

It’s over!

He stumbled, walked into the secret room, fixed his eyes to look, and his whole scalp felt numb.

Inside the secret room, it was a mess.

The altar was knocked over, and incense ash was scattered all over the ground.

The candles were extinguished, and the iron plate was flipped over.

Zhang Quan’s hands trembled as he bowed his head and flipped back and forth on the ground, but no matter how he flipped and searched, he couldn’t find it.

The copper bells refined for sacrifice were gone…

Zhang Quan raised his head again to look.

The ancestor image was also gone…

Zhang Quan was so angry that his qi and blood rushed to his heart, and he roared hoarsely:

“Where is my control corpse bell?!”

“Where is my old ancestor?!”

(End of this chapter)