The next day.
Dark clouds covered the sky.
In the mountain stream, a cold wind blew. Qing-er tightened her clothes and immediately put on a mink fur coat.
He held a long spear in his hand and looked valiant.
"Young Master, there's no sun. What should we do?”
Qing-er raised her head and looked at the flowing dark clouds.
He had a worried look on his face. One had to know that Poisonfeather Thousand Night needed sunlight to produce poison.
If there was no sunlight, wouldn't the Poisonfeather Thousand Night cast last night be useless?
In front of her, Ying Ziheng was not anxious at all.
Over the past few days, Ying Ziheng realized that the mountain stream was covered with dark clouds every morning.
As long as the cold wind passed, they would be able to see the sun.
"There's no hurry. We'll have it in a while.”
Gongshu Chou was a little dumbfounded.
His mechanical hand scratched his head and asked in surprise,"
"Could it be that Young Master needs the sun to march and fight?”
Ying Ziheng looked sideways at Gongshu Chou and said,
"Master Gongshu, have you heard of 'Slaughter the entire city'?”
When the sun is right, slaughter the whole city?
Was he going to slaughter the entire City of Traps at noon?
Gongshu Chou thought for a moment and shook his head."Never heard of it."
"A kind of…Poison. Medicine, you will soon see its miraculous effects.”
Ying Ziheng looked at the sky. The dark clouds had already been blown away, revealing a golden light.
Following that, a gentle ray of sunlight shone into the mountain stream and fell on everyone.
"Young Master, the sun has risen."
Qing 'er revealed a smile. She was very beautiful under the morning sun.
Ying Ziheng got on his warhorse and looked at Gongshu Chou.
"Master Gongshu, we can set off to find the entrance to the City of Traps.”
"Yes." Gongshu Chou cupped his hands and bowed before jumping into the mechanical snake.
The next moment, the snake's eyes lit up with a scarlet light as it wriggled its huge body down the cliff.
Ying Ziheng reined in his horse and rode down the mountain ridge. The main river of the Mohist City of Traps was in the southeast direction, and every river did not flow in their direction.
Obviously, the City of Traps was not in their direction.
………
On another mountain ridge.
Xing Hun was currently sitting cross-legged, regulating his breathing and circulating his internal energy through his limbs.
"Phew…"
Xing Hun let out a breath of turbid air and opened his eyes.
"Lord Xing Hun, Ying Ziheng has already set off.”
Great Si Ming crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked in the direction where Ying Ziheng had left.
Xing Hun stood up and stretched his joints."Let's go over and take a look."
Before he could finish his sentence, Xing Hun leaped onto the treetop and crossed his legs rapidly, moving through the treetops like a stream of light.
Great Si Ming did the same, but his speed was not as fast as Xing Hun's.
However, Young Si Ming was different, he only needed to lift up slightly and he could fly far away.
The three of them flew southeast and finally stopped on a big tree.
"Whoosh…"
A thousand meters in front of them, a raging river was like a giant python, surging and finally entering the mountain.
In the center of the river, there were a few towering mountains.
Under the sunlight, the river was filled with a layer of purple mist.
"Strange, isn't the mist white? Why was the mist in this river purple?”
Staring at the purple mist, Xing Hun's pupils constricted as he felt something strange.
Moreover, there were several rivers around, but only one river had purple mist.
This was too strange.
"This purple mist should be poisonous."
Great Si Ming watched as the purple mist slowly rose into the sky. At this speed, the purple mist would surround the towering mountains in less than half an incense stick's time.
"Could it be Ying Ziheng's doing?"
Xing Hun frowned and sighed.
Xing Hun's sharp eyes turned to the towering mountains surrounded by the river and said,
"Presumably, the Mohist City of Traps is in this mountain.”
"I don't know what that purple mist is. It's best not to get close. We can just watch the show here.”
Upon hearing this, Si Ming and Si Ming nodded.
…………
In another mountain stream.
Zhang Han carried his sword on his back and stared at the purple mist that rose into the air.
As a Shadow Guard, he could tell at a glance that the purple mist was poisonous fog.
Zhang Han furrowed his brows and could not help but mutter,"
"Just what kind of poison is this?”
"The world can refine such a powerful weapon. Poison. There were only a handful of people who knew how to make medicine. The Sixth Young Master had a close relationship with the Purple Orchid Villa's Purple Maiden in Nanyang County and appointed her as the prefect of Nanyang County.”
"Could it be that this... Poison. Was the medicine given to the Sixth Young Master by Violet Maiden?"
"It can't be such a coincidence, right? The Sixth Young Master happened to go to Nanyang County and happened to get such a powerful weapon. Poison. Medicine, and they just happened to attack the Mohist City of Traps…"
" This…" Zhang Han seemed to have thought of something unbelievable, and his expression instantly became extremely shocked.
"Could it be that all of this was planned by the Sixth Young Master?”
"If that's the case, then Sixth Young Master's schemes are truly terrifying.”
Zhang Han didn't dare to continue thinking about it and could only watch the situation in front of him silently.
………
Mohist City of Traps.
As soon as the sun shone, a purple mist appeared in the City of Traps.
As time passed, the sunlight became brighter and the purple mist became thicker.
A Mo Family disciple inhaled a mouthful of purple mist and immediately felt dizzy. In the end, his vision went black and he fell to the ground like a dead man.
Then, another one fell…
One after another, the entire City of Traps was filled with purple mist.
"Commander, outside…I don't know what happened outside, but all our brothers are dead.”
A disciple of the Mo Family rushed into the secret room of the Ink Core and said in a panic.
As soon as he said this, Gao Jianli stood up abruptly and ran out.
The corridor in front of him was filled with purple mist. He saw the Mo family disciples lying on the floor in a mess.
Because there was a vent not far in front of him, the purple mist did not drift over for the time being.
"Poison? Where did the poison come from?"
Gao Jianli exclaimed.
At this moment, the snow maidens had also arrived. When they saw what was happening, they were stunned.
Seeing more and more purple mist drifting toward them, Gao Jianli turned around and pulled the snow maiden back to the ink core chamber.
"I just checked. The entire Mohist City of Traps is filled with purple poisonous gas. The Mohist disciples have suffered heavy losses.”
Old Man Ban's face was filled with anger. He clenched his mechanical hand into a fist.
"The river, they must have done something to the river. No wonder they killed the Mo family disciples but did nothing.”
At this moment, Gao Jianli bared his teeth and his entire body emitted a dense killing intent.
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