The man turned over and jumped off the White Tiger Zero.
The next moment, White Tiger Zero suddenly shrank, like liquid water, gathering into an ordinary ball.
"Amazing!"
Benjie looked at this scene and sighed sincerely.
The man handed the ball to Benjie and explained: "I am also a member of the Pioneer Cult. My name is Duanmuyan. Liquid metal is a special material with ductility. Under the action of this material, White Tiger
·The Type Zero is so easy to carry.”
Benjie looked at the perfectly fitting little ball and showed great interest. He kept observing carefully and asked: "Is this kind of material rare?"
"It is a relatively rare existence in the upper world." Duanmuyan smiled and said: "If senior is interested, I will leave this thing to senior for research."
"Really?"
"May I?"
Benjie looked excited and asked.
"Of course." Duanmuyan nodded slightly and continued: "However, we also have one thing that we need to trouble senior class."
"But it doesn't matter." Benjie moved his eyes away from the ball and looked at the man from the upper world again.
"We have a Mohist scroll from the Warring States Period, and I hope Senior Ban can help translate it."
"Also, when we come here, we also hope to take back the Mohist token [non-attack] and the Demon Sect's most precious treasure [Evil Emperor's Relic]."
Duanmuyan looked at Benjie and said in a deep voice.
"Non-attack? Evil Emperor's relic?"
As soon as these words came out, even the originally kind-hearted Benjie showed a solemn look. Holding the silver-white metal ball, he slowly said: "Mr. Duanmu, you know that Fei Gong and the Evil Emperor's relics are very important to our Mo family and our family."
What does the magic gate mean?"
"I know that inherited objects represent the continuation and inheritance of the sect. They are things that can never be abandoned even if it means death." Duanmuyan said calmly.
"Now that you know, you still come to us to ask for it?" Benjie stood with his hands behind his back, put the ball behind him, and said slowly.
"If the senior is not willing, then we have to send the senior to the West."
Duanmuyan's tone was still calm, but the mechanical hand with mechanical gears was raised at some point. The powerful cannon head extended from the palm of his hand and was aimed at Benji. A special energy gathered in the barrel.
…
The scene instantly became tense.
"Your machine gun is also made of liquid metal?" Benjie looked at the hand cannon that suddenly appeared and asked.
"Yes, it is also mixed with domineering mechanism skills." Duanmuyan replied.
"The overbearing mechanism of public losers?"
"Sure enough, it seems that the people in your Pioneer Cult have not only absorbed the skills of our Mohist Mechanisms, but also the talents of the public losers." Benjie nodded slightly. He had some doubts about Duanmu Yan and the so-called Pioneer Cult's way of doing things.
gained a deeper understanding.
"Where is the non-attack?" Duanmuyan asked.
Benjie looked at the nearby cannon barrel and shook his head: "The non-attack has been lost a long time ago and is not in my hands. As for the Evil Emperor relic you want, as far as I know, it is not in the Demon Gate. Maybe you can go to the capital.
Look for it, it’s in the hands of a martial arts master named Wuming.”
"How do I know if it's true or false?" Duanmu Yan said.
"You can choose to believe it, and I will help you decipher the content, or you can choose not to believe it, kill me, kill everyone here, and then go to the Demon Sect's station and kill, and then verify my words." Benjie
He spread his hands and said nonchalantly.
He was a bachelor, and he didn't seem to care about Duanmu Yan's life-threatening threats.
At this time, Murong Fei on the side spoke.
"Okay, Duanmu, senior Ban is a disciple of my Mo family and also my senior. Put down your hand cannon."
Murong Fei's mechanical legs made a "click-click-click" sound, the gears were turning, and the true energy was flowing and spraying. His body suddenly appeared next to Duanmu Yan and grabbed his machine hand.
"All right!"
Duanmuyan slowly put down the machine hand. The barrel on the palm of the machine hand instantly liquefied and merged into the machine hand's accessories, returning to its original state.
"Senior Ban, I'm sorry for bothering you about this Mohist scroll." Murong Fei took out a box from his arms, pressed the switch, opened the box, and revealed the Mohist scroll inside.
"It doesn't matter." Benjie took the Mohist scroll and opened it directly in front of the two of them.
The above content is a modified Warring States text. Many words have been evolved, and the secret words of Mohist disciples have been added, making it extremely obscure and difficult to understand.
"It will take some time to decipher the above content."
"These words are from the Warring States Period, but they are appended with the secret words of our Mohist family. I need to find the corresponding deciphering book to decipher them." Ban Yan closed the Mohist scroll again and explained.
"Okay, then I'll thank you, senior." Murong Fei nodded slightly and said.
"Sorry to bother you, we have to stay here until the code is deciphered." Duanmu Yan said in a very stiff voice.
"casual."
Benjie did not refuse and walked directly towards the room deep in the cave.
The two of them also followed.
…
Far from the capital city, above the city head.
"puff!"
Iga Musashi vomited blood and fell to his knees on the ground. His whole body was weak, and his true energy was leaking out. It was like a burst balloon, gradually drying up, as if he would fall to the ground and die at any time.
"You lose, Iga Musashi."
A voice rang out from the mist.
Mr. Wuhen, who looked like an old man, walked out of the pavilion and looked at Iga Musashi not far away.
"What on earth is going on?" Iga Musashi looked at his own state in horror and asked.
"Chess is like life, and life is like chess."
"Isn't playing chess just a game? Isn't it a fight that determines life and death?"
"Do you think all the moves are made casually?"
"The white chess piece represents your luck, destiny, true energy, and even the most important vitality and spiritual power. Every time you make a move, you are using these things to fight against me."
"Me too."
"The result is, I won."
"Everything you have is mine."
Young Master Wuhen, who was in his old age, announced this fact in a calm tone.
The next moment, Iga Musashi felt that all the energy in his body was being sucked out of thin air by the Wuhen Master in front of him uncontrollably.
In addition to true energy, Iga Musashi also felt that there was something more important that was disappearing...
Countless air currents surged out from Iga Musashi's body and were gradually absorbed by Mr. Wuhen.
With the blessing of various air currents, Mr. Wuhen's appearance gradually became younger, the traces of time gradually faded away, wrinkles disappeared, white hair turned black, and everything returned to its original state.
The only difference is that Iga Musashi, who was originally full of energy, now has white hair and wrinkles on his face, looking like a rotten tree that is about to die. His vitality is extremely weak, and it seems that he will run out of oil at any time.
"You...you are the devil..."
Mr. Wuhen's face was as usual, he was still dressed in white, and he looked like a gentleman. He said slowly: "All fates have cause and effect. When you stepped into the Central Plains, everything was already destined."
After saying this, Mr. Wuhen waved his sleeves, turned around and left.
Iga Musashi's eyes gradually became blurred, and he completely exhausted his last bit of life force.
Iga Musashi, died!
Miscellaneous family·Thousands of people return to their clan!