The figure in white was trapped in the formation, moving back and forth repeatedly but unable to get out.

Mr. Song watched with interest for a moment, his brows gradually furrowed.

He tilted his head and said, “The Mohist formation is indeed magical, but the incense stick held by the giant can probably burn for another 5 minutes.”

Mr. Song raised his eyebrows, "Brother Liu has a high IQ, and he is very likely to notice something strange!"

Mo Lan smiled softly, "I originally thought that this dragon trapping formation would be enough, but the master in charge would rather be absolutely sure."

Mo Lan glanced around the wilderness. "Thousands of years ago, the Mo family had a peerless formation that was ahead of the world. With the development of technology, the Mo family's mechanical skills will naturally be updated. So, of course, there are modern formations on Sanzhi Slope today!"

at the same time.

From the mouth of the huge figure at the top of the slope, a majestic voice was heard, which penetrated a distance of a thousand meters and echoed throughout the earth.

He said, "Set up the formation."

then.

In the outer circle of Sanzhipo, the Mohist disciples who were standing not far away all nodded!

These people had been standing there in silence since before Liu Di arrived. There were more than 500 of them, surrounding Sanzhipo.

Mr. Song was also stunned, "I thought they were just guards."

Elder Fanxi was also surprised, "Come again?"

The next moment.

The Mohist disciples took out three high-tech cylindrical instruments, rotated them together, and inserted them straight into the ground beneath their feet.

Then, these Mohist disciples used the electromagnetic shield equipment on their bodies to power the cylindrical equipment.

In an instant, the equipment started up, and more than 500 blue rays of light shot up into the sky!

The light gathered just above Sanzhi Slope and merged together to form a blue vortex!

There was a buzzing sound in the air. This thing was a bit like the effect created by the Four Symbols of Mohism. It was like the mighty power of heaven. I didn't know when lightning would burst out! It was just the next second.

Buzz! A blue beam of light as thick as a bucket poured down from the vortex and swallowed up Liu Di's body!

The scene was amazing.

The sky full of blue light was woven into an inverted bowl, and the power at the center had gathered together and was all applied to Brother Liu!

Mr. Song immediately stood up and said excitedly: "Don't hurt him!"

Mo Lan immediately comforted him: "Don't worry, Mr. Song, this is not a weapon, but a limiter."

Mr. Song's body stiffened, "What?"

Mo Lan nodded and said, "I call this formation the 'Ice Coffin Formation'. It can silence all biological reactions through the biological magnetic field."

"The cells of any living creature shrouded in it will become stagnant."

"At the same time, the ice coffin formation can also terminate all chemical reactions."

"And human brain nerve activity is a series of chemical reactions in neurites."

Mr. Song suddenly felt a chill down his spine. "What will happen to Brother Liu?"

"His body and brain would shut down, and he would have no solutions."

"Please rest assured, Mr. Song."

Mo Lan smiled and said, "Once the formation is withdrawn, he will return to normal. This formation is called the Ice Coffin Formation because it is an excellent way to preserve the physiological body. If the equipment does not stop, it can completely make humans sleep for a hundred years and wake up again, achieving the effect of traveling to the future."

Mr. Song and Fan Xi were both awed.

Why are the things that Mohist scholars study so creepy!

This ice coffin formation is equivalent to freezing the human body, but it is many times more advanced than freezing technology! Mo Lan added: "Of course, the most meaningful function of this formation at the moment is to restrict the cyborgs! It can cover a radius of three kilometers. Whether it is an F-class cyborg or an X-class cyborg, a hundred people or ten thousand people, as long as they step in, there is only one end, that is, turning into a living sculpture!"

Elder Fanxi was stunned again! And Mr. Song was also surprised. Even he didn't know that the Mo family had such technology.

moment.

Mr. Song's expression eased a little. "If you think of it as a cyborg limiter, then it's much easier to accept!"

But Elder Fanxi secretly gritted his teeth.

He felt that the Mo family was a bit unscrupulous! They actually used such a large-scale weapon to restrict Liu Di alone!

One thing leads to another, this is obviously something to deal with the cyborg army! Although Mo Lan is elegant, Fan Xi really wants to kick him! "Huh?"

Mo Lan's expression suddenly tensed!

In the blue beam of light, Liu Di's body was looming, and he was still moving forward!

Everyone looked over immediately.

"This is impossible, isn't it?"

Mo Lan exclaimed.

A huge vibrating sound was heard from the blue light column, as if the air was torn apart. Even if one was a thousand meters away, it still made one's eardrums hurt!

Liu Di's thin body resisted the powerful beam of light descending from the sky and took one step at a time.

But what a pity.

Brother Liu's pace became slower and slower, and walking became more and more difficult.

It seems like the strength is about to run out.

Elder Fanxi was moved and said, "Brother Liu's power is too strong. Even a limiter of this level can't stop him immediately."

"It's just, alas."

After Elder Fanxi said this, he showed sympathy.

Although he didn't finish his words, everyone present understood.

Not only was Liu Di trapped in the ice coffin, restricted by the source of his life, but he also couldn't find a way to leave the Dragon Trapping Formation.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Judging from his difficult steps, he probably can't walk far.

Zhang Mofeng looked at the scene in front of him, waved his sleeves and turned his back, "What a giant dragon diving and swimming, alas! So tragic!"

The cold and aloof Queen Oya also had a solemn expression at this time. She took a step forward, but for some reason, she stopped again.

finally.

After taking dozens of steps, Liu Di could no longer withstand the power of the ice coffin formation. His body seemed to be petrified, and finally became completely stiff and fell silent.

He was still several hundred meters away from the top of Sanzhi Slope.

There is a sense of déjà vu of a hero's twilight years.

Mo Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

He was so worried just now, thinking that Brother Liu had become so abnormal that he could resist the ice coffin formation with his physical body.

My worldview almost shattered!

Mr. Song's expression returned to calm.

He felt inexplicably heavy in his heart. In the battle of Sanzhipo, Brother Liu was ultimately defeated.

Although the Mohists won in an unfair way, no one restricted Liu Di's power.

The Mohist school used its own disciples, and his brother Liu could completely call on the punisher.

However, even if the Punisher came, he could not escape this ice coffin formation.

In the final analysis, Brother Liu’s skills are not as good as others.

Mr. Song shook his head slightly and waited for the incense to burn out.

"hehe."

"Ha ha."

The white mist at the top of the slope slowly dissipated amidst a burst of hearty laughter.

The huge figure gradually revealed its true form.

The Mohist disciples had awe-inspiring expressions on their faces, and seemed to be about to kowtow.

Queen Oya was shocked when she saw it for the first time! Surrounded by clouds and mist, at the top of the highest slope.

There stands a huge statue 30 meters high!

He had his hair tied in a bun and a long beard on his chin. He was wearing a cloth robe from the Warring States Period with his long sleeves fluttering in the wind. He held a scroll in his left hand and a cane on his right hand.

His expression was solemn, his eyes looking straight ahead, his wise eyes gleaming with intelligence, as if he could see through the entire world.

The momentum is endless.

Hundreds of Mohist disciples bowed from the bottom of their hearts and shouted in unison: "Greetings to the great master!"

The sound came from all directions, sonorous and powerful, echoing continuously.

Even a figure like Mr. Song nodded slightly!

"Hahaha"

But then the laughter came again from the foot of the huge statue.

There stood a young man, with his long hair tied up high, a handsome and flawless face, and he was no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

The Mohist disciples who appeared repeatedly were all wearing black robes.

But this young man was different from others, he was wearing a spotless white robe!

The young man folded his hands in front of his chest, his palms hidden in his wide sleeves. He stood straight, his eyes curved like the moon, looking at everyone with a smile, and said loudly: "Mo Yu, I say hello to everyone too."