The sun is getting darker.

Behind a pine tree on the hillside, Shen Lin clasped his hands behind his back and frowned, looking at the triggered mechanism below with a hint of gloom in his brows.

As one of the most virtuous and respected mechanics in the Northern Liang Dynasty, Shen Lin had never made a mistake in his career. Although he did not have Wu Kui's moral integrity, as long as he was well prepared, there was no one he could not figure out.

Since last night, he had been busy all day and night, thinking about how to prepare a big surprise for the Night Terror Hall.

The result was great, the most critical trump card was not available, Ye Jingtang actually got there first, unable to show the true power of this formation at all.

Fortunately, most of the mechanisms in the pine forest have been arranged, and the gap is only at the top of the hillside. The smoke is pressing down from the top, so the Night Terror Hall will definitely not rush this way, and it can barely be used.

It is a rule of this profession to remove the trap beforehand, leaving only the trap but no one. After all, traps can be set up countless times if they fail, and the trapped people rush out. The trap master is useless in front of a pure martial artist.

When Shen Lin saw that the mechanism had been activated, he was not interested in standing by to see the results of the battle. After winking at Wang Chong who was holding a gun, Shen Lin was about to leave with his apprentice.

But as soon as the three of them made a move, several sounds came from the pine forest:

Click, click, click...

…

——

Phew~

The light was dim in the dead pine forest, and the overwhelming mist was pressed down from the mountain wall in the blink of an eye by the wind.

Ye Jingtang held his sword in hand and stood in the white mist, holding his breath and listening to all the disturbances in the mist.

Fan Qinghe followed the silk thread on the ground and touched the foot of a pine tree. He took out a silver needle from his waist, wrapped it around the silk thread, and then nailed it to the trunk of the tree.

The structure of the Seven Jue Arrays is extremely complex. The suspended silk threads look the same, but in fact they are very different behind the scenes - some are tripped and pressed, which will affect the mechanism as soon as they are touched; some are stretched by gravity, and the suspended objects will fall after being broken. Produce a chain reaction; there is also pure silver silk, used to cut skin and flesh.

Fan Qinghe felt the tightness of the silver silk with his fingers, judged the reality behind it, and then eliminated them one by one. Although he was experienced and did not trigger the trap, it was obviously not fast enough.

Ye Jingtang was in the fog. Even if he was not afraid of Snow Moth Scale and Black Feather Grass, he was not sure when the swordsman would come out, but the risk of sitting still and waiting for death was still too great. Xiang Xiang asked:

"Can it be demolished by force? Cut off the trees and smash them over to remove mines and push out a road?"

Fan Qinghe stared at the thin line and said:

"The silk thread is just a primer. The most dangerous parts of the Seven Jue Formation are the strange poisons and poisonous insects. If it is destroyed by force, the thunder and lightning will cause flying needles to fly around. If you are not careful, you will be attacked."

Ye Jingtang thought about it for a moment, then lowered his head and looked at his feet:

"Can I get out by digging a hole in the ground?"

"?"

Fan Qinghe made a move and was stunned! She turned around and said:

"Yes, it is possible. The Seven Jue Formation can help masters fly into the air, but it cannot be used as a divine escape. However, the formation is specifically designed to deal with you, Wu Kuibu. I don't know how big the range is. I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult to dig a tunnel out."

Ye Jingtang saw that there was no danger underground, so he didn't say much at the moment. He directly pulled out his saber, inserted it into the inspected ground, drew a straight line in the pine needles and soil, and then used his hand as a shovel to dig quickly.

It must be difficult for ordinary people to dig soil with their hands, but with Ye Jingtang's martial arts, stones can be smashed. Digging black soil is not much different from digging tofu. He pierces the ground with his hands and shovels hard, and in the blink of an eye, a pit is made on the ground.

Chachacha——

Fan Qinghe stopped and looked at Ye Jingtang in disbelief:

"Are you really planning to dig a tunnel? The ground is too soft, and the tunnel will definitely collapse, and you won't be able to hide in the hole..."

"Aren't they just flying needle poison? I don't believe these things can turn corners. Come here..."

Ye Jingtang transformed into a forklift and dug out a three-foot-deep trench on the ground in a matter of seconds. He also dug a cat's ear hole in the direction of the slope very rigorously, then pulled Fan Qinghe into the pit and stuffed it into the cat's ear hole.

Lying in the middle, he drew his sword.

Chacha——

The two knives were as fast as thunder, and they accurately chopped down the straight pine tree next to them. One of the blades was horizontal, and the other was inclined downwards to fix the direction of the tree trunk's fall, and then he tapped it with his palm.

Pa~

The triangular wood block that was cut diagonally fell off the tree trunk, and a soft clicking sound was heard from the straight pine tree.

Before Fan Qinghe could figure out what he was doing, he saw Ye Jingtang lying down quickly and blocking her inside the cat's ear hole. The two of them huddled tightly inside the pit.

Kakaka——

The thick pine tree fell slowly under the influence of gravity. The branches collided and made a series of sounds, and countless snow fell off.

But halfway through the collapse, before it touched the ground, there was a crisp sound of "boom boom~" in the pine forest filled with white mist, several silk threads were stretched, and then there was a thunder:

Boom——

Ye Jingtang was lying in the pit, and he could still feel the dazzling firelight on the slope. If he looked directly, he would be blinded. The sound was even deafening, and even the pit was shaken to the ground. Several pieces of soil were shaken down.

And this is just the beginning.

After the bright light and loud noise obscured the sight and hearing, several balls fell from the top of the pine forest canopy and exploded in the air, scattering countless flying needles and poisonous powder, and even the sound of breaking wind could be heard in the white mist.

Whispering rustling——

Fan Qinghe was tightly blocked in the cat's ear hole. It was obvious that more than a dozen flying needles were inserted into the pit in an instant. The nearest one was less than a foot away from the Night Terror Hall, and the pile of soil above was stained with poisonous powder.

It was colored, and two green poisonous insects fell into the pit.

"Be careful, hurry, hurry, hurry..."

Fan Qinghe was startled and quickly slapped Ye Jingtang on the shoulder.

Ye Jingtang's reaction was not slow at all. When he saw something was wrong, he already fanned out his palm. Instead of smashing the poisonous insects, he used the gentle force of his palm to use the wind to fly away the two poisonous insects and blew away the poisonous powder.

Others can be prevented, but the poisonous powder flying all over the sky cannot be prevented. Fortunately, the toxin takes effect slowly, and the Night Terror Hall has a bathing in fire figure nearby, so it is not afraid at all, and it just keeps fanning to prevent Fan Qinghe from getting infected.

Boom boom boom——

Movement in the pine forest comes and goes even faster.

However, in an instant, the triggered mechanism had already exploded. The woods with a radius of more than ten feet were filled with poisonous needles and flying powder, and the white mist that had just spread was washed back several feet by the air waves.

When Ye Jingtang saw the movement stop, he immediately turned over and looked out of the pit. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he held a knife in one hand and slashed forward with a Yellow Dragon Cross.

Huanglong Sleeping Road requires a big gun, but that doesn't mean that only big guns can be used. It's just that it's difficult to concentrate your energy with a knife, and the single-point lethality is almost non-existent.

Ye Jingtang didn't think about concentrating his strength at this time, and fell with the knife. The blade was packed with arrogant energy and rushed forward like an overwhelming force. It rolled up the white mist of pine needles and dust in the sky, and instantly rushed out a path of several feet on the slope.

The long empty area was clean and only black mud remained.

Cha——

Ye Jingtang moved very quickly, sheathed his sword, and before the white mist closed, he pulled Fan Qinghe out and hugged him to the ground before rushing forward. Naturally, he did not encounter any obstacles on the way, and in the blink of an eye he reached the end of the groove he rushed out of.

, and then repeat the process of digging holes and cutting down trees.

??

Fan Qinghe was stunned, and immediately squatted down to help dig the soil, saying in disbelief:

"Is this okay?"

The Hall of Night Terrors is like a ruthless bulldozer, with two sarcastic words:

"Only kung fu in the martial arts world is real, and all other evil ways are just charades. I don't even understand the principle of 'the greatest simplicity', and the Seven Jue Formations hidden in the fog. What's the use of making it so complicated..."

…

At the same time, on the hillside.

Wang Chong, who was holding a big gun and prepared to spend a while before going in as a swordsman, saw a blank area appear in the white mist, and the Night Terror Hall moved several feet away in an instant without any injuries. He couldn't help but spread his hands and said:

"The old man has been busy for most of the day, is that all?"

Shen Lin was also a little confused. Ye Jingtang dug holes to avoid him, so the traps were all air explosions, and hiding in the holes was of little use.

But he didn't expect that Night Terror Hall would dig another small concave hole in the pit, and turn its back to the outside, so that the flying needle directly above could not touch the two people. If no obstruction was provided, Night Terror Hall would have the most

Went out in a quarter of an hour.

If it were another mechanism formation, it would be useless on the spot if Ye Jingtang did this. But the Seven Jue Formation is so powerful because it is a living formation and can be controlled by humans.

Seeing Wang Chong's doubtful expression, Shen Lin said:

"The swordsman is the eye of the formation. If you don't put pressure, anyone can slowly investigate and get out. Follow the method I told you to enter the formation, trigger the mechanism proactively, and don't give him a chance to dig a hole."

The Seven Jue Formations of Kirigakure will be adapted to local conditions, and the swordsman will take the antidote to the poisonous mist in advance. As long as he remembers the formation map and walks or stops along the designated route, he will not be injured by the venom of the flying needle Gu insects.

Even the thunderous thunder is blocked by pine trees. It can be attacked, retreated or defended. It can be said that it is in an invincible position.

Wang Chong was ordered to follow Shen Lin's command in everything. Although he felt that the formation was worse than expected, he still didn't say much and quietly entered the white mist with a big gun.

Chachacha...

The subtle sounds of stepping on the snow surface came from the hillside, from far to near.

Ye Jingtang, who was digging a hole, frowned, knowing that the swordsman was coming. Because he was not sure about the opponent's level, he temporarily stopped his action.

When Fan Qinghe heard the movement, his eyes darkened. He leaned against Ye Jingtang and whispered:

"Hide in a pit. If he throws the concealed weapon directly in, there will be no place to hide. I'm afraid this method won't work."

Ye Jingtang didn't say anything, and listened carefully. Then he raised his hand slightly, and moved silently to the fallen pine tree with Fan Qinghe. Before he could squat down, he heard a voice coming from the fog:
To be continued...