Crossing the ink lake, Ding Xing and Mu Yelie landed on the shore, and they didn't move, they were all looking up at the circular ink mountain in front of them.

The environment here is quite quirky.

There are more than dozens of low Mo peaks, enclosing a crater belt with a diameter of more than ten miles.

On the summit of Mofeng, there are dense buildings with large roofs and pavilions, but the whole body is as black as ink, and the exterior walls and roofs are as thin as paper.

Ding Xing couldn't help but wonder how he looked at it, how it looked like ink paintings, in ancient times, was there really a monk living here?

Earlier, looking at the bamboo forest, the traces of the palace that Ding Xing observed came from the peak.

However, this batch of peak buildings is very ordinary, and there is no aura overflowing, and there is no sign of hidden treasures.

Ding Xing and Mu Yelie's divine thoughts could envelop the entire crater, and they searched the complex inside and out, but found nothing.

The mystery is hidden in the basin of the crater, and if there is really a treasure of the Ink Rain Gate, it must be hidden there.

However, the sky above the basin was shrouded in a dense ink cloud, and the divine thoughts could not penetrate, and Ding Xing and Mu Yelie could not peep into the true face of the cloud.

They had to walk through the clouds and search the valley little by little, otherwise they wouldn't try to find out what was going on in the valley.

There are two roads into the valley, there are mountain roads between Mofeng and Mofeng, which can lead directly to the valley, but there are also ink clouds in the mountain road, and they either walk through the ground mountain road, or directly fly over the top of the mountain, fall from the sky, and fall in the valley.

The two were discussing the invasion when they heard a whistling sound coming from the valley.

They hurriedly watched intently, and saw a white jade tower flying from the ground, rushing out of the ink cloud, suspended in mid-air.

This building is three stories high, but the exterior is hazy and blurred, and it is not a real thing at first glance.

"Great Universiade Tianlou Gong!" Mu Yelie blurted out: "This is the secret technique of Shangzong's Zhenshan, and I don't know which one is casting the spell!"

Makino Lie has a life span of sixty or seventy, and he has gone to the Qiongtai faction of Shangzong more often, and he has observed the inner gate Dabi, so he naturally recognizes the manifestation of the Xuangong of the Universiade Tianlou.

Ding Xing was observing this kind of magic for the first time, and was about to ask Mu Yelie in detail, when there was a buzzing and trembling sound in the valley, only to see dense black dots rising from the clouds, these black dots were like some kind of magic insects, forming a spiral worm wave, whirring and winding outside the white jade building, and then dragging it, and the shadow of the building fell back to the bottom of the valley again.

Seeing this scene, Ding Xing and Mu Yelie couldn't help but glance at each other, and immediately sacrificed the magic weapon and began to wait for it.

Earlier, outside the mountain, the junior disciples of the Huyan family kept saying that when Wen Nu and Hu Yanfu arrived here, they would definitely be able to kill all the demon cultivators, but the fighting method 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's a fight in the valley, let's take the mountain path inside, right?" Makino suggested.

"Okay!" Ding Xing didn't flinch, he had come this far, he needed to go into the valley to find out.

"The mountain road is dense with ink clouds, and it can isolate divine thoughts, so we must guard against an ambush of demon cultivators. Makino suddenly flicked his sleeves, shot six spiritual lights in a row, and turned into a tall clay figure on the ground.

Ding Xing glanced and saw that these clay figures were all wearing metallic armor and holding magic weapons for melee attacks.

Ding Xing suddenly felt a lot of freshness: "This is a puppet, senior brother has good skills, these clay figures seem to have the strength of the late stage of Qi training, whether it is pathfinding or fighting methods, they all have a huge effect." ”

Mu Yelie was extremely 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 puppetry, but compared to Senior Brother Ding's paper figures, it must be much inferior!"

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 Xuanti of Sanwei Winery, and this battle has gradually spread throughout the Xianzhuang under the jurisdiction of the Qiongtai faction.

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

After he advanced to the Xuan Fetus, he had never killed any of his peers, and from the analysis of Ding Xing's several records, it is estimated that there are not a few peers who fell in Ding Xing's hands.

"Senior Brother Ding will also sacrifice the paper soldiers, so that the foolish brother can open his eyes!"

"Your clay figurines are enough to take on the task of opening the way! My paper soldiers are not puppets, but magic weapons, senior brother, it is better for me to keep my mana and guard against the abnormalities in the ink clouds!"

"It's good!"

Makino Lie pinched out a few more talismans and pasted them on the clay figure, hiding the traces, and then drove the way.

Then he draped a transparent cloak over his shoulders: "Does Senior Brother Ding carry an invisibility magic weapon?"

If not, he is willing to lend one, and there are many kinds of magic weapons on him.

Ding Xing smiled, his fingers connected, and the moon hidden hexagram was activated, and his body fell invisible in an instant.

Muye Lielen didn't see what treasure Ding Xing was sacrificing, and he felt more and more that Ding Xing's magical powers gradually had an unfathomable taste.

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

It was only a few dozen zhang away.

In front of the two of them, where the clay figure was located, a crisp sound of "poof!" suddenly sounded.

The clay puppet at the head, I don't know what the plot was, the corpse was separated in an instant, the head fell from the shoulder, the mud body swayed in place for a moment, and the head fell, and the power was completely scrapped.

Makino Lie hurriedly stopped the pace of the rest of the clay figures, and he also stopped.

He was extremely surprised that he was only a few feet away from the clay figure, and at such a close distance, he didn't even notice the reason why the clay figure was attacked.

There was not the slightest mana fluctuation around, it was not like a human attack, and the nearby environment was not abnormal, in the line of sight, except for the black ink clouds, there were only the outlines of the foot of the mountain on both sides.

He sent a voice and asked Ding Xing, "Can Senior Brother Ding see what's going on?"

Ding Xing looked at the clay figure who fell to the ground, and saw that the wound on his neck was as smooth as a knife cut, so he said: "Your clay puppet should have hit something, there may be an invisible trap in front of it, you need to think of a way to force it out!"

They can't show up for the time being, and the trap is most likely set by the Demon Cultivator, if that's the case, then the Demon Cultivator must be ambushed nearby.

"Traps, is this a use of mortal hunting methods?" Makino Lie said in a gloomy tone, feeling that the person who arranged the trap was really hateful, his cuffs suddenly shook, pinched out a leather bag, and threw it forward.

The bag opened in mid-air, and a puddle of blood and sand flew out of it, sweeping around the place where the clay figure had fallen.

The two stared at each other and couldn't help but gasp.

But where the blood and sand are covered, silk threads are revealed, intertwined and densely packed in the mountain road, and the silk threads that are currently forced to show are only a small part.

As Makino Lie continued to cast the spell of the Imperial Bag, the blood sand covered a hundred and ten zhang away in the mountain road, and the cobweb-like silk walls completely surfaced, blocking the road ahead.