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The spell Fang Zishu was chanting at the moment.

It was the 'Ghost Extermination Curse' that he had previously used.

Although this incantation was used to exterminate ghosts and devils, because the incantation contained the power of extreme yang, it had a certain amount of control over yin.

Although the Ghost Annihilation Spell was a special kind of creature, it had devoured the corpses to survive, so it would inevitably carry some Yin Qi with it. Therefore, the Evil Annihilation Spell could also deal some damage to these corpses.

The most important thing was that the Yellow Talisman was no longer in Fang Zishu's hands. There were many powerful techniques that he could not use at the moment, and the 'Ghost Annihilation Curse' had naturally become his first choice.

"First kill evil spirits, then cut down Night Light. What kind of god doesn't cower, what kind of ghost would dare to do that?"

As time passed, more and more claws emerged from the tomb.

Fang Zishu was anxious as he mumbled to himself at a much faster rate.

Along with a 'royal decree', the book suddenly opened its palms.

A faint golden energy burst forth from the center of his palm.

As soon as this energy appeared, it immediately rushed into the group of zombies.

"Zzzz …"

"Zzzzzz …"

After a few sounds, a few of the zombie claws were also severely injured by Fang Zhoushu. A viscous green liquid flowed out from their bodies, emitting an unpleasant smell, as if it was mixed with some sort of glue.

What was most inconceivable to Fang Zishu was that before the injured zombies could even get up, they were surrounded by their own kind. In just a few breaths' time, those few injured corpse claws had turned into a skeleton under the gnawing of the same kind.

Fang Zishu's pupils constricted. He discovered that the ferocity of the claws far exceeded that of the ones in the main tomb. They were like bloodthirsty monsters, not letting go of their injured counterparts.

Although it was hard to accept, Fang Zishu knew that his chance had come.

According to the degree of brutality of these zombie claws, as long as Fang Zishu could injure them, then the rest of the zombie claws would swarm over and solve the problem for him.

Thinking of this, Fang Zishu immediately changed his method of dealing with the situation.

The previous struggle to kill had turned into a large-scale injury.

Fang Zishu's mind spun quickly, and in a short period of time, he had achieved good results. However, the biggest problem right now was that there were simply too many of them in the burial pit. Even if this method worked, it would still take a very long time.

However, he was just one person. There would always be a time when he would be exhausted.

Once they stopped, they would be surrounded by a group of zombies.

Thus, Fang Zishu's life and death were all in the hands of the note.

The police knew this very well.

Therefore, when Fang Zishu activated the 'Ghost Extermination Curse', he immediately rushed towards the altar, not daring to delay in the slightest. However, after walking a few steps, the bar was blocked by the eight trigram diagram at the entrance of the sacrificial altar. No matter how hard he tried to circle around it, he couldn't reach the hide armor.

As he looked at the increasingly difficult situation of the prescription, he became extremely anxious.

Although the police had been fighting for many years, he knew very little about the eight elements. He didn't know what he had to do to break through the seal of the Eight Trigrams Diagram and reach the Escape Armor of the altar.

"Wangzi, think carefully about what I told you earlier at the 'He Yang Tomb'!"

The prescription had also detected that there was something wrong with the note, but now that he was blocked by a group of zombies, he couldn't provide any help. He could only shout loudly and let the note think carefully about what he had said about the eight trigram diagram.

Fang Zishu's exclamation reminded the note of many things.

He remembered seeing the eight trigram diagram back in the He Yang tomb.

At that time, Fang Zishu had told him that the Eight Trigrams Diagram was derived from the River Diagram and the Luo Book, and that Fuxi had created it based on Suiren's star map. Among them, the River Diagram showed the gossip of Fuxi's innate state, while the Book of Luo was the acquired gossip evolved by the Human King.

The gossip, that is to say, dry, Kun, shock, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, exchange.

In order, it symbolized the eight natural phenomena of heaven, earth, thunder, wind, water, fire, mountain and lake.

Meaning that all things change.

The Eight Trigram Diagram before his eyes seemed to be very chaotic, but in reality, it revealed two images of a mountain and a marsh.

Its corresponding rendezvous point was the Gen and Ying.

The Yin and Yang of the Eight Trigrams complemented each other. They were interdependent.

Thinking of this, the cop had already made up his mind.

He planned to enter the array from the transition position and use the Burgundy position as the starting point. He planned to walk in an anticlockwise direction and arrive at the opposite Kun position after going through the shock wave and shock wave.

Strangely, just as the eight trigram diagram arrived at the location where the diagram was located in the counterclockwise direction, the turbid eight trigram diagram once again flashed with a dazzling white light.

This blinding white light only lasted for a short period of time before disappearing in a flash. The moment the white light disappeared, the eight trigram diagram on the altar also strangely disappeared with the disappearance of the white light. It was as if the altar never had this formation diagram before.

"Zi Yun, the array is broken!"

The young man excitedly shouted at the recipe.

On the other side, the square book also took advantage of the white light to rush past the group of zombies and came to the side of the note. On the other side, the square book also took advantage of the white light to rush past the group of zombies and came to the side of the note.

Hualala …

Right at the moment when the square book held the 'Hu-Po' shaped amber, the entire altar started buzzing. With an excited expression, Zi Shu didn't pay any attention to the changes on the altar and immediately stretched out his hand to remove the Amber that was placed on the altar.

The entire piece of amber was bright in color, and it exuded a faint sense of gentleness.

The center of the amber was engraved with a blurry object. The recipe book examined it for a long time, but still couldn't make out what exactly this black object was.

"Subbooks... Your hand! "

Just as Fang Zishu was playing with Hu Po, the note by his side discovered something strange. It couldn't help but exclaim, "Tie, your palm …." Only after the reminder from the note did he realize that his palm had been branded with a blood-red mark.

He rubbed his hands together, trying to get rid of the traces left by the amber.

However, no matter what methods he used, he was still unable to erase those blood-red marks. The thing that frightened Fang Zishu the most was that the two sides of the blood-colored imprint on his palm stuck out from the middle, just like a half-opened eye.

Buzz buzz …

Just as Fang Zishu was examining the mark on his palm, all the corpse claws in the grave seemed to have received some kind of instruction and started to gather together as fast as they could.

After a few minutes, a black army of zombies appeared.