Xue Huan walked out of the stone chamber and scanned the surroundings with her spiritual sense. She found that this was an underground building. In one of the tall and spacious stone chambers, there was the Tianjia puppet that Mo Ziyu had used to attack her, as well as many scattered instruments.
She guessed that this should be Moziyu's studio.
The puppets would make quite a noise if they moved on the ground, so the studio was set up underground probably to avoid attracting inquiries or prying eyes from others.
The rest of the rooms are similar to warehouses, with rows of shelves filled with materials or finished machines.
These stone chambers are not just simple stone chambers. There are many mechanisms embedded inside, probably to prevent others from breaking in.
Xue Huan glanced at it twice and then passed it by and continued to investigate.
Finally, she found a prison cell at the end, where a man with disheveled hair and chains on his limbs was imprisoned.
"Who are you? Why are you imprisoned here by the Mo family?"
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"Sir, the prince has broken in with a lot of people!" The servant reported to Mo Ziyu in a panic.
"What?!" Moziyu put down the half-made mechanism box in his hand and hurried out.
As soon as I came outside, I saw black smoke coming out of the bamboo forest in the front yard, and large swathes of bamboo had fallen down.
His head was spinning. Was the prince crazy? How could he come to the Mohist school and wreak havoc?
"Stop!" Moziyu shouted.
Unfortunately, Pei Ji didn't listen to him at all. His face was covered with frost and he held the Xuanlong Sword in his hand. Wherever the sword light passed, bamboos fell down in groups.
He had no patience to break the formation. His heart was filled with a strong desire to destroy and kill. He wanted to destroy everything in front of him and find Xue Huan who was abducted by the Mo family!
Behind him followed hundreds of elite Black Armored Soldiers. These were his personal soldiers, and each of them had the fighting power to fight ten enemies at once.
These black-armored soldiers followed behind him, pushing down the bamboo forest like a bulldozer.
The formation in the forest was originally set up with the help of bamboo, which was the foundation of the formation. Now that these bamboos have been knocked down in large numbers, the formation naturally no longer exists.
Moziyu looked at it with great pain. Those bamboos had been growing for decades or even hundreds of years and were very difficult to cultivate. But now they were destroyed so easily by Pei Ji. Moziyu felt so nauseous that he wanted to vomit blood!
He hurriedly crossed the stone bridge and stepped across the lake. "May I ask, Prince, why have you come to my Mo family to act so wildly? If you don't tell me the reason, don't blame me for being rude!"
Pei Ji stopped, but before Mo Ziyu could breathe a sigh of relief, Pei Ji suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at his neck.
Mo Ziyu felt suffocated by his murderous aura and subconsciously shouted, "Sixth Uncle!"
A gray figure appeared and attacked Pei Ji, using worldly martial arts techniques.
Although Uncle Mo Liu's cultivation had reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, the spiritual power in his body had been cultivated bit by bit over the years. How could he bear to waste it? Unless it was a life-or-death situation, he would never easily use the spiritual power in his body.
After all, the more you use, the less you have, and it is difficult to cultivate it back.
The spiritual power in his body was his trump card, and he couldn't use it easily. So what would he do when he had to fight? So, like a warrior in the secular world, he practiced internal strength and swordsmanship.
To put it simply, it is the dual cultivation of spiritual and martial arts. The purpose of cultivating immortality is to achieve longevity, while the purpose of practicing martial arts is to increase the strength.
Uncle Mo Liu has a good talent for martial arts, and his current skills are comparable to those of a first-class master.
Unfortunately, he was no match for Pei Ji. After just a dozen moves, he was kicked away by Pei Ji and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Sixth Uncle!" Mo Ziyu stepped forward to help him up and quickly summoned the repaired puppet formation.
Moziyu has little talent in either cultivating immortality or practicing martial arts, but he is gifted in puppetry and mechanical engineering, comparable to the best of the younger generation of the Mohist school.
The Mohist school is known for its mechanisms and puppetry, and a long time ago, there was an ancestor who achieved enlightenment through the use of instruments. In this Dharma-Ending Age where spiritual energy is scarce, Mo Ziyu may have a greater chance of achieving enlightenment than others, so he has a very high status in the Mohist school.
It was for this reason that the Mo family was willing to send Uncle Mo Liu, who was at the sixth level of Qi Refining, to be by his side to protect his safety.
After his puppet formation was easily broken by Xue Huan, he felt deeply humiliated. He secluded himself for research for a period of time and set up a more powerful puppet formation. Not only was the defense of the puppets themselves strengthened, but even the formation they combined became more complex and sophisticated.
After the formation was set up, he also tested it with Uncle Mo Liu, but even Uncle Mo Liu couldn't get out easily.
Now, he wants to see what will become of Pei Ji!
However, there is a saying in this world that "one force can break all laws", and there is also a saying that "in the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are paper tigers". It can also be said that in the face of absolute strength, all formations and mechanisms are vulnerable!
Although Pei Ji did not understand the formation, he knew one thing: no matter how advanced the formation was, it still needed objects to support it. Now he would directly destroy these puppets, and the formation would naturally break!
So Moziyu once again witnessed the scene of his puppet being torn into pieces.
Before it was Zhao Yu, this time it was Pei Ji. These two people are indeed in the same group, their methods are so brutal!
Mo Ziyu looked at the puppet remains scattered all over the ground, feeling extremely sad and angry, and almost vomiting blood.
Pei Ji gripped the hilt of the sword and approached the two men step by step, with an undisguised murderous intent in his eyes.
At this time, Uncle Mo Liu no longer cared about cherishing the spiritual power in his body. He quickly formed a hand seal and performed a fireball spell. Three hot fireballs the size of Cuju balls formed a "品" shape and blasted towards Pei Ji.
As soon as the fireball appeared, the temperature around it instantly rose by several degrees, even the air became distorted, and everyone felt like they were in a furnace.
If someone is hit by a fireball, they will probably be burned to ashes in an instant.
Pei Ji did not retreat but advanced, raised his hand and swung out a cross-shaped sword light, which was like a real icy sword energy that separated the three fireballs. When they approached him, the flames were frozen by the cold air and extinguished.
Uncle Mo Liu's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that his fireball spell could be broken so easily by him.
After using the Fireball Spell just now, the spiritual power in his body has been reduced by nearly one tenth. In other words, he can only use nine low-level Fireball Spells or one intermediate spell - Fire Dragon Spell.
But Pei Ji seemed to have plenty of internal energy.
In the end, maybe his spiritual power will be exhausted, and Pei Ji can still continue to fight. Then they will all be slaughtered.
Thinking of this, Uncle Mo Liu didn't want to fight anymore.
Pei Ji's brows and eyes were like dark clouds: "Hand over Zhao Yu, otherwise, I will raze your Mo family to the ground today."
His tone was cold and stern, leaving no room for doubt about his determination.
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