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The strange feng shui layout led them to another world, where the Tool Sect was located.
They landed in front of a mountain forest. It was completely silent, not stirring up the slightest ripple.
Xuanyuan looked into the distance. The Tool Sect was hidden among the mountains and seas of mist. It would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens to enter.
He looked up and said, "There's a natural heavenly power here. We can't fly through it. Although we can break it, it can't be regenerated. We're not here to kick down a mountain gate, so we can only go through the forest."
Mo Ming was proficient in the art of mechanisms. After observing for a while, he could naturally see the mysteries. He said, "This forest is full of traps. I'll lead the way. You guys follow behind me."
Xuanyuan scanned the area with his will, and saw all the traps. However, Xuanyuan only knew a little about where they could be triggered.
"Okay."
Mo Ming led the Sacred War Puppets and led the way into the forest.
Every tree here had a long history. They were at least a hundred thousand years old. They were unusually tall, strong, and sturdy, like dao items.
Every tree was as hard as iron, and they were engraved with the unique patterns of the great dao of the mo clan. As they grew, it seemed that every tree in the forest would join together to form a grand formation to attack the enemy at a critical moment.
As soon as he entered the forest, he walked less than a hundred miles before a natural terrain blocked his way. Xuanyuan was proficient in the art of Force, so he skillfully avoided it. It was obvious that the School of Mo had taken the natural terrain into consideration when they built this forest. The overall layout was exquisite.
Under Mo Ming's lead, they didn't trigger a single trap.
With Mo Ming's reminder, everyone could see the hidden sharpness of the arrows. They were all coated with poison, and even ancient sages would not be able to block them. Some of them could even kill Ancient Sages and Ancient Emperors with poison.
This was only the first line of defense of the Tool Sect. No wonder the mo clan was praised as the best defense in the world. That was a publicly acknowledged fact.
"The first line of defence is known as the Mo Forest. These sharp weapons have been tempered with ten thousand year old Mo Poison, which was brewed using the Mo Clan's formula. Once one is poisoned, it will be difficult to cure with ordinary methods. Even great sage Xiang Liu will have to spend some effort to cure it." Mo Ming said.
"Yes, these ink poisons are indeed very good. It's not impossible for me to detoxify them. However, if the poisoned are a bit weak, they'll die before they can be detoxified. It takes time." The Great Sage Xiangliu had learned a lot from the mo clan's divine ancestor. Even though he had already stepped into the Great Saint realm, he knew that he paled in comparison to the mo clan's divine ancestor. "The Mo Forest's layout is based on the military's Eight Gates Labyrinth.
"Molin's arrangement is based on the military school's Eight Doors Maze. Even if you can avoid the traps, if you can't get out of the maze, you'll be stuck in circles forever. The Life Gate is the Death Gate, they'll leave a fatal trap at the Life Gate. There's only one exit, and that's the Life Gate. Once we get out of here, we'll reach the second line of defense." Molin led Xuanyuan and the others to the exit after walking for a day and a night.
"The path ahead is called the Thousand Steps Path of Slaughter. Every step is filled with danger. Although we can force our way through, it'll take a lot of time and effort to set up these traps. There's no need to. The traps here are activated by sensing life energy. As long as everyone isolates their life energy, they won't be triggered."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ming withdrew his aura, giving off the impression that he was a dead man. It was easy for people like Xuanyuan to do this. However, under the layers of traps, everyone would pay attention to their surroundings instead of themselves. If they wanted to cross the Mo Forest, they would have to be at least as skilled as Xuanyuan to be able to do so safely. However, this was a small minority. Along the way, they might trigger some traps and attract the attention of the Equipment Refining Sect's disciples.
Only someone like Mo Ming, who was proficient in the Mo Clan's mechanisms, could sneak in without anyone noticing.
Everyone isolated their own life force and walked out of the Thousand Steps Path of Slaughter. It seemed like there was no danger along the way, but if it wasn't for Mo Ming leading the way, if it was anyone else, they would have died thousands of times over.
Even the Ancient Emperors and Ancient Sages would have fallen.
"Phew, we've finally passed the first line of defense. Do you think the Tool Refining Sect will take offense at us coming here uninvited?" Hwang Yue-chan looked at the long river in front of them. They had to cross this river to reach the third line of defense.
"They won't. Anyone who can pass the Mo Clan's mechanisms will become a friend of the Mo Clan. They will learn from these people's experiences in passing the mechanisms, and then improve the art of mechanisms. If they don't constantly reform the art of mechanisms, the Mo Clan will decline." Mo Ming shook his head and pointed ahead. "This river in front of us is called the Ink River. There are ink dragons in the river. They're a kind of underwater mechanical beast. If ordinary people want to cross it, they'll be intercepted and killed by the ink dragons. In addition, the time to cross the river must be between the hours of the morning and the hour of the morning, when the sun and the moon alternate. Otherwise, you'll die halfway."
"Why?" The Great Pig frowned, puzzled.
In the Ink River, there was a kind of poison. When the sun rose, the Ink River would release its poison, which would merge with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It would seep into the enemy's body, causing them to hallucinate and go crazy. They would kill their companions, and finally die of madness. If they were strong enough and didn't die, then when the moon rose, the moonlight would activate the cold poison in the Ink River, freezing their souls and making them unable to move. Their bodies would be covered in frost and snow, and they would become ice sculptures. Only when the hours of the morning and the hour of the morning alternated would the poison be at its weakest.
Mo Ming pointed at the Ink River and explained everything. This was a deep secret of the Mo Clan, and it was impossible for anyone who wasn't a member of the Mo Clan to know. Of course, if they encountered an extremely terrifying person, the poison might not be effective. For example, an existence like the Master of Order, Xuanyuan, was too special.
"Let's wait here for now. When the time comes, we'll cross the Ink River." Mo Ming closed his eyes and held a mysterious treasure box in his hand. He seemed to be adjusting something.
"If we cross the Ink River at that time, won't the ink dragons attack?" Xuanyuan asked.
"They will, but I'll calm them down." Mo Ming's eyes widened slightly. In fact, entering the Tool Sect this time was a competition between the two bloodlines of the Mo Clan. He would not admit defeat.
Xuanyuan nodded. This was Mo Ming's home ground, but he didn't know what the third line of defense was.
The sky gradually darkened. Everyone sat cross-legged and focused, waiting for the moment when the hours of the morning alternated with the hour of the morning.
"Guys, do you think there'll be an accident? I feel a little sinister, as if there's a pair of eyes watching us." Tian Yoyqing couldn't help but have goosebumps all over his body. This Tool Sect was too strange. There were traps everywhere that could kill people. According to Mo Ming, the poison of the Ink River was something that even Ancient Emperors and Ancient Sages would find hard to overcome. It would probably be even more terrifying later on.
"Don't think too much. This is a competition between Mo Ming and the Tool Sect. We're just a burden to him. Let's not add to his burden." Xuanyuan could indeed feel that there was a pair of eyes watching them in the dark. Without a doubt, the leader of the Xuan Sect must have notified them before coming to the other party's territory. How could the other party not notice them?
Furthermore, the structure of the space between the two powers was built by them. If someone teleported here, it would definitely attract their attention. The reason why they hadn't shown up until now was probably to test Mo Ming's attainments in the Art of Mechanisms.
"That's right. No one asked you to come at the beginning. Don't cause trouble. Let Mo Ming deal with the Art of Mechanisms of the Tool Sect in peace." Hwang Yue-chan attacked Tian Yoyqing.
"I hate you all …" Tian Yoyqing's cheeks were covered in tears.
"It's time. Let's go." At Mo Ming's command, the Hallowed Puppet transformed into the Ancient Emperor Dragon Warship. It was only about ten zhang long, and the Ink Dragon was so huge that it could topple over with a flick of its tail.
Everyone entered the Ancient Emperor Dragon Warship. Mo Ming immediately steered the Ancient Emperor Dragon Warship against the current.
From above, the Ink River looked like a long, winding dragon. The place where the dragon's head was was where the third line of defense was.
Xuanyuan stood at the bow of the warship. The Eye of Truth opened on his forehead, and he looked into the depths of the Ink River.
Black shadows swam in the river. Xuanyuan said solemnly, "The Ink Dragon is below the warship. Be careful."
"I know." Mo Ming steered the Ancient Emperor Dragon Warship against the current as fast as it could. It moved silently.
As it moved, there was a soundless sound. As the saying went, the elephant is invisible, and the great sound is silent.
On the Ancient Emperor Dragon Warship, there was a treasure box with a rotating pagoda on it. The five notes and twelve rhythms contained the mysteries of the world. Zhang Feile of the Mohist School warned the world not to be corrupted by extravagant pleasures. Therefore, he created the Moyin Treasure Box. It was an ultimate treasure of the Mohist School that had existed since the Primordial Age.
The Moyin Treasure Box nodded. Rotten wood was alive, and it was extremely mysterious.
Xuanyuan looked into the Ink River with the Eye of Truth. He saw countless Ink Dragons converging, forming an underwater army that escorted the Ancient Emperor Dragon Warship against the current. Clearly, it was controlled by the Moyin Treasure Box.
"Impressive." Xuanyuan exclaimed in his heart.
"Haha, Mo Ming, this kid has been hiding his strength. He's really not simple." The Great Pig looked at the Moyin Treasure Box, his eyes shining with green light.
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