Crossing the Mo Lake, Ding Xing and Muyelie landed on the shore. Before they moved, they were looking up at the circular Moshan in front of them.

The environment here is quite eccentric.

More than dozens of low Mo Peaks form a crater belt with a diameter of more than ten miles.

On the top of Mo Peak, there are dense buildings, all with large roofs and pavilions, but they are as dark as ink, and the exterior walls and roofs are as thin as paper.

How did Ding Xing look at it? It looked like ink paintings? He couldn't help but think that in ancient times, were there really monks living here? He expressed doubts.

Looking into the distance above the bamboo forest earlier, the traces of the palace Ding Xing saw came from the peak.

However, this group of peak buildings is very ordinary, without any overflow of spiritual energy, and there is no sign of treasure hiding.

Ding Xing and Muyelie's divine thoughts could cover the entire crater. They probed the building inside and outside, but found nothing.

The mystery is hidden in the basin in the crater. If there is really a treasure of Moyu Gate, it will definitely be hidden there.

However, the sky above the basin was shrouded by a dense cloud of ink, and the divine thoughts could not penetrate it. Ding Xing and Mu Yelie could not peek at the true appearance in the clouds.

They must walk through the Moyun and search the valley little by little, otherwise they will not find out the situation in the valley.

There are two roads to enter the valley. There are mountain paths between Mo Peak and Mo Peak, which can lead to the valley directly. However, there are also Mo Yun in the mountain path. They either walk through the ground mountain path, or directly fly over the top of the mountain, descend from the sky, and fall into the valley.

The two were discussing the matter of exploring, and suddenly a roar spread from the valley.

They hurriedly watched and saw a white jade tower flying up from the ground, rushing out of the ink clouds, and floating in the air.

This building is three stories high, but the outside is hazy and blurry, and it looks like it is not a real thing.

"Dayun Tianlou Gong!" Muye Lie blurted out: "This is the secret technique of the Shangzong to control the mountain. I don't know which master is casting the spell!"

Muyelie's life is already sixty or seventy years old, and he has been to the Qiongtai School of Zong, and has observed the inner gate competition, so he naturally recognizes the manifestation of the mysterious skills of the Dayun Tianlou.

Ding Xing was the first time to observe this magical power. He was about to ask Muyelie for a detailed question, and another buzzing sound came from the valley. He saw dense black dots rising up from the clouds. These black dots looked like some kind of demon insect, forming a wave of spiral insects. They wrapped around outside the Baiyu Tower and pulled again, and the shadow of the tower fell back to the bottom of the valley.

Seeing this scene, Ding Xing and Muyelie couldn't help but look at each other, then immediately sacrificed their magic weapon and began to wait for the battle.

Earlier, outside the mountain, the Huyan family's disciples kept saying that Wen Nu and Hu Yanfu came here and would definitely kill all the demon cultivators. However, the battle just now showed that the confrontation between the two sides was not over, and Wen Nu and Hu Yanfu did not seem to have overwhelming combat power.

"Since there is a fight in the valley, let's go inside the mountain road?" Muye Lie suggested.

"Okay!" Ding Xing did not retreat, and had already reached this point. He needed to go into the valley to find out.

"The mountain road is dense ink clouds and can also isolate the divine thoughts. We must beware of the ambush of demon cultivators." Mu Yelie suddenly shook his sleeves and shot six spiritual lights in succession, landing and transforming into a tall clay man.

Ding Xing glanced and saw that these clay men were all wearing metallic armor and holding close-range attack magic weapons.

Ding Xing suddenly realized that it was very new: "Is this a puppet? Senior brother is very capable. These clay men seem to have the strength to practice Qi later. Whether it is to explore the way or fight, they have a huge effect."

Muyelie was very confident in his mud puppet, but in front of Ding Xing, he still didn't dare to boast: "My family is not only good at refining weapons, but also has a lot of research on puppet techniques. However, compared with Junior Brother Ding's paper man, it is definitely not as good as that of!"

At the beginning, Ding Xing used three paper soldiers to cut off the legs of Tang Miao, a monk in the early stage of the Xuanfei period of Sanwei Winery. This war has gradually spread to various immortal villages under the Qiongtai Sect.

Mu Yelie had heard of it, but he was humble in front of Ding Xing because Ding Xing once cut off the arm of a mid-stage demon cultivator with one move. In addition, where did the magic axe he refined for Ding Xing come from? He didn't need to guess that he must have killed a certain demon master and snatched it back.

After he advanced to Xuanfei, he never killed anyone of the same level. Based on Ding Xing's several battles, it is estimated that there are many of the same level who fall in Ding Xing's hands.

"Junior Brother Ding will also sacrifice the paper soldiers to open your eyes!"

"Your clay man is enough to take on the task of opening the way! My paper soldier is not a puppet, but a magic weapon. My senior brother would better let me keep my magic power and warn of the abnormalities in Mo Yun!"

"Okay!"

Mu Yelie pinched out a few more talismans and put them on the clay man, hiding his figure, and then he drove the way forward.

Then he put a transparent cloak on his shoulder: "Does Junior Brother Ding carry an invisible magic weapon?"

If not, he was willing to lend one, and there were many kinds of magical instruments on him.

Ding Xing smiled, and his fingers were connected, and the Yueyin hexagram was activated, and his body fell into invisibility in an instant.

Muye Lieleng did not see what treasure was sacrificed by Ding Xing. He felt more and more that Ding Xing's magical powers gradually had an unfathomable smell.

The two of them covered their bodies and chose the nearest mountain road to enter.

It only took dozens of feet to walk.

In front of the two, the clay man was in the position of the clay man, suddenly a crisp sound of "Puff!" sounded.

The clay puppet on the head was not known for some conspiracy, but his body instantly separated, and his head fell from his shoulders. The clay body swayed in place for a moment, and fell down. His power was completely scrapped.

Muyelie quickly stopped the pace of the other clay figures and stopped himself.

He was extremely surprised. He was only a few feet away from the clay man. At such a close distance, he did not notice the reason for the clay man being attacked.

There was no magic fluctuation around, not like a man-made attack, and there was no abnormality in the surrounding environment. In sight, except for the dark black clouds, there were only the outlines of the mountain castles on both sides.

He asked Ding Xing through a message: "Can Junior Brother Ding see what's going on?"

Ding Xing looked at the clay man who fell to the ground and saw that the wound on his neck was as smooth as a knife. He said, "You must have hit something, your clay man puppet, and there may be an invisible mechanism trap in front of you. You need to find a way to show it!"

They cannot show up for the time being, and the trap of the mechanism is most likely to be arranged by the demon cultivator. If this is true, the demon cultivator must be ambushed nearby.

"Mechanism Trap? Is this a way to use hunting methods in the mortal world?" Muye Lie spoke in a gloomy tone, thinking that the person who set up the trap was really hateful. His cuffs suddenly shook, he pinched out a leather bag, and threw it out.

The bag automatically opened in the air, and a pool of bloody sand flew out of it, sweeping around the position where the clay man fell to the ground.

The two of them looked at each other intently and couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

But where the blood sand covered, silk threads were revealed, interlaced in the mountain road, and the silk threads that were forced to appear were only a small part.

As Makino Lie continued to cast spell imperial bags, blood sand covered the mountain road a hundred feet away, and spider web-shaped silk walls completely surfaced, blocking the road ahead tightly.
Chapter completed!