Master of the Heavens

Chapter 62
Immediately fled away after a hit, leaving only evil laughter echoing in everyone's ears.

The big hammer hit the ground heavily, and his whole body was soaked in blood.

"Commander, Command!"

Those Mohist disciples gathered around one after another, protecting the big hammer in the middle.

It was the first time that Big Hammer hated someone so much, and felt so powerless for the first time!

Another ray of blood flew over, and several Mohist disciples screamed and fell to the side.

But at this time, suddenly.

The air suddenly became cold.

A desolate sound came, as if the world had entered a severe winter, with snowflakes falling, and a boundless chill swept over.

His body froze suddenly, his bones were chilled, his scarlet eyes flashed, and his complexion was tinged with violence.

But the figure quietly hid in the deep forest, and fled far away in an instant.

Once the goal has been achieved, there is no need to take any more risks. Assassins never do things they are not sure about.

"Big Iron Hammer, are you okay!" Gao Jianli and others rushed over.

Seeing the injuries of the big iron hammer and the several Mohist disciples who were killed, everyone was extremely angry.

"It's the Quicksand Hidden Bat."

"Damn bastard!"

Strong anger also appeared on Xue Nu's cold face: "Even Quicksand joined the siege! A bunch of lackeys!"

"Let's take you brothers back to heal your wounds first!" Gao Jianli sighed with sadness in his eyes.

Everyone quickly set up a big hammer, and hurried back to the organ city with a few surviving Mohist disciples.

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On a high cliff far away.

Luna waved back the illusory light and shadow in front of him, Han Xin, Wei Zhuang and others looked at all this indifferently.

"Mr. Wei Zhuang's subordinates are really full of talents!" Han Xin praised with a smile.

That Moyu Qilin obtained some kind of mysterious inheritance in the Taoist Palace, even Han Xin couldn't tell who the Moyu Qilin transformed into and sneaked into the organ city in a short time.

Wei Zhuang's expression was indifferent: "General Miao praises you!"

The corners of Han Xin's mouth curled up slightly, but he didn't say much.

Instead, he said: "Everything will be done according to the plan, the Mohist organ city will be blocked, and no rebel will be let go."

Luna looked at the Mohist Trick City among the mountains and rivers, his eyes were indifferent.

Wei Zhuang's eyes were cold, and he remembered Han Xin's words.

"Your Majesty said that if Ge Nie becomes an enemy of Qin again, His Majesty will personally take Ge Nie's life. Do you think His Majesty can do it?"

Wei Zhuang recalled that figure in his mind, Yingzheng is invincible, no matter his status or cultivation level is already the number one in the world, he will definitely do what he said, and he doesn't even need to take action himself. Once Gai Nie rebels against Qin, There will be no place for him in the world.

Wei Zhuang's face was gloomy.

"If you want to save him, it's not under my command, but under His Majesty's command. The only way is to make Ge Nie unable to make a move."

"The poison from the other side will only cause people to fall into a deep sleep. The choice depends entirely on Mr. Wei Zhuang!"

Wei Zhuang let out a long breath: "What a Yangmou! What a Han Xin!"

The moon is dark and the wind is cold, the life is invisible, the thousand changes are inexplicable, the black jade unicorn.

Before everyone noticed, Mo Yu Qilin quietly sneaked into the Mohist institution city.

On the quiet plank road, a young girl moved lightly, briskly and cheerfully. Her fingers brushed the flowers and plants growing on the stone wall, and a faint trace of bright red quietly blended in from her fingertips. Among the vegetation.

After turning a corner, the girl disappeared, but a thin man appeared. He flicked his finger lightly, and a drop of blood-colored liquid fell into the water flow of the Mohist Trap City.

There was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

Moyu Qilin, what he loves most is this kind of feeling, in the heavily guarded Mohist institution city, it is like entering a no-man's land.

Following his footsteps, a little bit of blood gradually covered the entire Mohist Trick City, but at this time, no one could notice it.

As time passed slowly, it was nightless.

Miss Rong walked past a plank road, but suddenly frowned and looked at a clump of flowers and plants.

Among the white wild flowers, there is a small bright red flower, which looks very dazzling.

Miss Rong narrowed her eyes slightly, a little curious, and reached out to pick the flowers.

At the same time, Han Xin stood on a high cliff in the mountains outside the Mohist institution city, stretched out his hand to the void, and felt the bloody Bana flowers inside the Mohist institution city.

He smiled slightly.

"open!"

"The Dao Jing of Killing Immortals" was running, and a blood lotus pattern suddenly condensed in the center of Han Xin's brows. Behind him, a blood color was looming.

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Miss Rong's pupils shrank.

Before the finger could touch the little blood-colored flower, it suddenly bloomed, and wisps of faint floral fragrance suddenly wafted out.

"not good!"

She reacted almost subconsciously, and mobilized the true energy in her body to block the fragrance of the flowers, but it was of no use.

The flower of the other shore, born on the bank of the sea of ​​blood, is the poison of the soul. If you smell it, you will sleep forever!
Miss Rong swayed, her consciousness sank into a turmoil.

As soon as she bit the tip of her tongue, a strong tingling sensation awakened her consciousness in an instant.

"Flower fragrance is poisonous!"

She let out a loud roar with her internal strength, and the next moment, her eyes went dark, and she couldn't bear it any longer and fell to the ground.

In the air where no one can see, traces of blood-colored floral fragrance are wafting, following strangers and actively blending in.

This flower seems to be poisonous but not poisonous. With Han Xin's cultivation, it is impossible to refine the real Bianhua, but the shallow fragrance of the flower is enough to make ordinary Mohist disciples fall into a deep sleep.

No matter how powerful the mechanism technique is, it needs manpower to control it. After losing many ordinary disciples, even if the senior Mohists with profound cultivation can resist the poison of the Bianhua, the entire Mohist mechanism city has already been paralyzed.

Miss Rong's voice woke everyone up.

But it doesn't make sense, the fragrance of the flowers has already spread, and an ordinary disciple of the Mohist school fell headlong and fell into a deep sleep, even if you cut him open, you couldn't wake him up.

The poison of the other shore flower is aimed at the soul, which cannot be awakened by conventional methods, and the immortality in this world has only just spread, how can anyone understand the mystery of the soul.

The Mohist organ city fell into chaos in an instant.

The night was as cold as water, and everyone felt a chill go deep into their bones.

At the same time, Han Xin and others, who had been silent for a long time, began to move outside the organ city.

With the help of Gongloo's domineering mechanism technique, mechanism giant snakes swept across the Mohist mechanism city, triggering and destroying traps one by one.

The Golden Fire Cavalry followed closely behind, forming an encircling circle and advancing layer by layer.

At the same time, Wei Zhuang and others dispatched and sneaked into the organ city on their own, and everyone from the Yin Yang family flew towards the organ city like gods and gods, almost relying on the wind to control it.

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"Uncle! I really want to sleep!" Tianming lay on Gai Nie's back, drowsy.

Gai Nie frowned, looked at the Mohist disciples who fell to the ground, and sighed in his heart, feeling what powerlessness is.

(End of this chapter)