Chapter 487 Six third-level formations and Qian Zhong's request

A flash of white light, after many years, Chen Mo entered the Ten Formations again.

Once upon a time, he felt the birth of the world and the growth of all things in the formations, and his heart was full of desire and awe for the formations. But today, when he stepped into it again, he gradually lost the shock.

All this was because of his improvement in realm and awakening of talent, and he had a new understanding of the illusion formation; it was also because he had entered the Sun Book and felt the powerful charm brought by the immortal weapon, so his vision was naturally much higher.

Death, life, killing, attack, trapped, illusion, recovery, momentum, time, and miscellaneous, the ten formations reappeared.

After Yu Shenggong's explanation, the Ten Formations only recorded six third-level spirit formations, mainly focusing on death, killing, life and illusion. For Chen Mo, what he needed most was the illusion and trapped formations. Other nine-day sword formations, one-clear three-sword formations, etc., will be comprehended when there is spare energy.

The scene in front of him changed, and the formation method, materials, and all the information about the dragon-hunting and acupuncture points of the Thousand Souls Maze were automatically injected into his brain. After repeated attempts by Chen Mo, he quickly mastered this third-level trapping formation.

However, he was the only one who mastered it.

There is still a big gap to set up this formation!

As he mastered the Thousand Souls Maze, Chen Mo also realized one thing.

The talents that were not needed for a short period of time, such as [Heavenly Time], [Earthly Spirit], and [Into the Details], allowed him to improve his comprehension of the formation by more than one level.

In the words of Yu Shenggong, practicing the third-level exercises is not a one-day job.

Even if it is just a trap formation, it is very likely that you need to enter and comprehend it repeatedly many times!

And Chen Mo only spent half an hour to have a preliminary grasp of it. This formation talent has never appeared in the Ten Formation Sect that has been passed down for so many years.

He also gradually realized that his accumulation of experience has made a breakthrough.

After the initial accumulation, Chen Mo's practice became extremely smooth, even those with heavenly spiritual roots, or even those with extreme comprehension, are not inferior!

Time passed little by little until noon.

All six third-level formations have been mastered. The next thing to do is to collect various materials for the formation, as well as the key step - the third-level puppet!

Chen Mo had originally thought about leaving the formation to his beastmaster to cooperate.

But after thinking about it, he felt that it was not appropriate.

After all, there is still a big difference between humans and monsters. In addition, just teaching them to set up the formation is a laborious task in itself.

The golden armor puppet is completely different.

With them, it is equivalent to having a few more incarnations. The puppets are connected with their minds, and it is easy to cooperate and complete the arrangement of the formation.

Not only that, if he is given enough time to set up the Nine Heavens Sword Formation and the One Clear Three Sword Formation, even the ancestors of the Nascent Soul Realm can be hurt!

The formation is not only a method for high-level cultivators to attack low-level cultivators by reducing dimensions, but also a method for low-level cultivators to defeat high-level cultivators with the weak!

And this has also made Chen Mo more determined to vigorously promote the way of formation in Motai Mountain.

The white light shone again, and Chen Mo appeared in front of Yu Shenggong.

The other party slowly stood up from the rattan chair, smiled and looked at him, and said: "How is it? What did you gain?"

"I learned the formation I wanted!"

Yu Shenggong smiled, stretched out his hand and said: "Ten high-grade spirit stones."

Chen Mo shrugged, took out sixty pieces and handed them over.

The other party looked at it and frowned: "So many?"

"The extra ones can be regarded as sponsorship of Motai Mountain!"

Chen Mo did not explain, because it was too shocking, and he did not want to take advantage of the other party, so he deliberately avoided mentioning it and passed the matter over.

The two exchanged greetings for a while, analyzed the general situation of Beiyue City, and then said goodbye.

Now, the corpse tide disaster of the 800-li Corpse Demon Ridge seems to have entered a stalemate, and the sense of crisis has gradually been wiped out from the hearts of the cultivators, allowing them to return to their original practice life.

Motai Mountain is also thriving.

The free spiritual fields and free seeds were planted, and the spiritual farmers waited for the Tianyuan spiritual rice to sprout, bloom, and finally become spiritual rice...

On the way back to Motai Peak, Chen Mo suddenly had a whim to walk around the mine near Xinfeng Valley.

Before he arrived, he saw through his powerful spiritual sense that the disciples of the corpse-driving sect were basking in the sun and cracking Xianyun melon seeds from nowhere, looking like they were enjoying life.

When he appeared in front of everyone, Qian Zhong, Li Ming and others who were half lying down instantly felt a great sense of oppression. Then they hurriedly jumped down from the homemade wooden chair, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully and tremblingly: "Greetings...Greetings to Master Chen!"

"You are quite comfortable."

Qian Zhong is not stupid at all. As an elder, he is quite quick-witted. Seeing this, he hurriedly said: "Master, in more than two months, we have dug a total of 5,413 low-grade spiritual stones, 622 medium-grade spiritual stones, 71 high-grade spiritual stones, and nearly a thousand various associated minerals!"

Chen Mo nodded. Song Yunxi would inform him of these numbers every once in a while, and these fourteen monks of the corpse-driving sect did not dare to hide the spiritual mines!

"Master, under your grace, several of our monks have new insights recently. The number of mummies that each person can control has increased by one. Today, the master came to ask you if you can drive fourteen more mummies?"

Hmm?

This is really a pleasant surprise.

Fourteen more mummies means fourteen more people working.

It may not be noticeable in one or two days, but in one or two years, it is a significant improvement.

"Okay, Elder Song will come to see you later."

While talking, Chen Mo had already started walking into the mine.

The mine here was very different from the mine Song Yunxi had taken him to see. As a third-level mine, after years of continuous excavation by Qingyang Sect, the depth had exceeded hundreds of meters.

The deeper he went, the darker it became.

Qian Zhong followed him very consciously, waiting for the right time to ask Chen Mo to help with the relocation.

But he was not sure whether the other party would agree!

As he went deeper, Chen Mo began to smell the stench of corpses mixed with dampness, which was very unpleasant.

He used his spiritual energy to block his sense of smell and continued to move forward.

Finally, in the darkness, he saw a group of thin corpses with cracked skin, holding mattocks in their hands and tirelessly digging at the veins.

They mechanically repeated an action, but there was no boredom or dissatisfaction.

When a piece of ore is dug out, they will move their stiff bodies to pick up the ore and pile it on the spiritual stone pile not far behind them. When the number is enough, a mummy will send it to the cave entrance.

Seeing this, Chen Mo turned his head to look at Qian Zhong who followed him and smiled: "No wonder you are so happy!"

"Work for the master!" Seeing this, Qian Zhong felt that the time was ripe, so he continued, "The Driving Corpse Sect has nearly a hundred disciples in Beiling City. If they all come, the mining speed will be much faster."