Their hearts skipped a beat simultaneously.
Mo Yunhan immediately assessed the current battle situation.
There were no other dangerous traps around, only the golden hook scimitars in the hands of the dozen or so people behind the Taoist man; it wouldn't be a problem to escape.
The man in the Taoist robe watched for a while, then turned and left.
Clearly, they only sensed something was amiss with the spiritual energy, but couldn't see through the invisibility talisman.
After they had gone some distance, Jiang Qingwan and her companion immediately went to the forging workshop.
As soon as I went in, I heard someone shouting.
"Zhang the blacksmith, take this batch of goods inside."
"good!"
A man responded.
When they received the goods, the man said again, "You still have quite a few materials left in your village, right? Bring them back tonight."
Zhang the blacksmith responded again.
"good."
Then, carrying the box with its interlocking mechanisms, he went inside.
Jiang Qingwan grabbed Mo Yunhan and immediately followed.
After passing through the alley, the space opens up, and several men are shirtless assembling discs.
Judging from their actions, they didn't seem to understand the intricacies of the mechanism.
The semi-finished mechanical weapon did not contain the thousand-hole lock.
Clearly, they were not the ones who ultimately achieved the goal.
But further inside was a warehouse storing weapons, without even a door.
Jiang Qingwan led Mo Yunhan inside.
Looking at the room full of curved blades, Mo Yunhan felt a headache coming on.
Where did they get so much iron?
Although pig iron was not controlled in the Great Zhou Dynasty, such a large quantity was definitely problematic.
Jiang Qingwan discovered that besides the disc-shaped curved blades, there was also a bunch of things whose shape she couldn't tell.
There were barbs, but the joints were empty. She thought of the connection of the thousand-hole lock and felt a chill run down her spine.
She had seen a weapon in her second senior brother's hand-drawn sketches.
With barbs and the aid of a thousand-hole lock, they form a wave-like fan shape. Many fish in the Tianhu Lake in the Qilian Mountains have suffered the torture of being slowly sliced to death.
His master forbade him from using this method to fish again and punished him by making him kneel in the Repentance Hall for three days.
The fan-shaped area was very small, about the size of two palms.
It can already instantly grind a fish weighing nearly ten pounds into a pulp, and the things in front of us, if combined, would be several times larger. If used on a person, the consequences would be unimaginable.
She was engrossed in watching when Mo Yunhan suddenly came to her side and pulled her aside.
Although the invisibility talisman can conceal one's aura and form, one's voice will still be heard.
She didn't speak, but her eyes asked, "What's wrong?"
But then Mo Yunhan pointed outside.
She turned her head and saw that the once bustling alley was now completely deserted.
My gaze traveled through the alleyway to the entrance, where the Taoist-robed man was holding a whisk and taking out a compass.
"You can't leave."
He shouted and slammed his whisk into the ground. A huge array formed beneath his feet, and a gust of wind blew into the courtyard.
Jiang Qingwan felt a sudden unease.
She felt the entire forge tremble slightly.
There can only be one possibility for this situation: a feng shui formation has been placed here.
It's just that she was so focused on checking the mechanisms and knots when she came in that she overlooked this point.
Sure enough, pillars of light rose from the four corners of the courtyard.
It converged with the formation beneath the feet of the Taoist-robed man.
The invisibility talismans on Jiang Qingwan and Mo Yunhan also lost their effectiveness.
Fortunately, this time, it was Mo Yunhan's blood used, not her spiritual energy, so the backlash was minimal.
She only felt a tightness in her chest for a moment.
But now, there is no time to think of a way to hide and escape.
"Mo Yunhan, the breakthrough lies in the east! Charge out, quick!"
If she still possessed cultivation, how could a mere feng shui master be in such a sorry state?
Without any hesitation, Mo Yunhan carried her and sped eastward.
"Still trying to escape!"
The Taoist-robed man scoffed, and the compass in his hand flew out instantly, striking Jiang Qingwan directly in the back.
As the compass was thrown, several golden needles flew out from it, each one coated with corpse fluid, emitting a dark blue light.
Once stabbed, the person's eyes will be filled with corpse poison. Combined with his unique technique, he can turn the person into a walking corpse, who will only obey his commands.
Looking at Jiang Qingwan's exquisitely beautiful face again, the man in the Taoist robe couldn't help but lewdly chuckle.
The next moment, a strong gust of wind swept in.
The gold needle was slapped back directly.
The man in the Taoist robe was taken aback.
He immediately formed a hand seal to control it, but the golden needles that were being slapped towards him showed no sign of stopping and continued to rush towards him.
He panicked and tried to dodge backward, but couldn't get away at all. In desperation, he grabbed a blacksmith next to him and used him as a shield.
All the gold needles were inserted into his body.
The man screamed and fainted on the spot.
The man in the Taoist robe had no time to pay attention.
Looking at Mo Yunhan who had just unleashed his palm strike, he had an expression of disbelief.
"Impossible! How could this be? How could both of you be masters of the Xuanmen sect! You destroyed my compass, and none of you are leaving here."
He pulled the bottle from his waist and opened it. Immediately, a swarm of black flying insects flew out and attacked Jiang Qingwan and the other person. They were extremely fast and scattered, making it impossible for them to dodge.
The feng shui formation has been completed; it will take some time to break it.
Left with no other choice, Mo Yunhan could only quickly dodge while holding Jiang Qingwan.
The insect flew very fast, but Mo Yunhan was not slow either.
Jiang Qingwan knew this wasn't a solution, and whispered,
"These are corpse fire worms. The larvae are raised on corpses. Once they hatch, they will immediately start sucking the blood of living people. We've been targeted. If we don't do something, they will never fly away. Moreover, they are extremely fast, making it very difficult to attack them by force."
Mo Yunhan frowned.
"Just tell me, how do I do it?"
Jiang Qingwan looked at his palm.
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