Seeing Mu Yi go away, the city lord did not follow him immediately. The army of machine puppets brought by the machine magician just now was very powerful. If Mu Yin and Long Ran were not called over, even the princess would not be able to do anything.
Get away whole body.
"I'll go over there."
I don't know when Long Ran appeared at the door of the city lord's mansion with an indifferent expression.
"The person I just mentioned, Mu Xuanji?"
Long Ran had also heard about Mu Xuanji's characteristics. After all, Mu Yin was his fiancée and she had been talking about it around him all these years.
And the other party is indeed an amazing and talented person, he believes this, for no reason, just because of the mechanism doll that Mu Yin has always brought with him.
Not only was he unable to snap his fingers on that thing, but his father once used his spirit to test it out of curiosity, and he was almost injured!
It is said that the inscriptions on the machine formation will gradually weaken and eventually dissipate with the death of the inscription master. Logically speaking, Mu Xuanji has been dead for so many years, and the power of the inscriptions should have disappeared long ago.
Furthermore, a small dead object can actually threaten the soul of a country's God-Emperor. One can imagine the terrifying skills involved.
Now it was not difficult for him to understand why so many big countries were willing to make friends with Qiandian. It was not only because of their divine forging skills and having Mu Ji's master at their command, but also because of Mu Xuanji.
Mu Xuanji has been developing spiritual energy gathering devices according to the spiritual energy environment of various countries since he became a mechanical magician. He has also provided various farming and fortification tools. It can be said that even if he is not an ally, as long as he is on good terms, the benefits he receives from Qiandian will be great.
Enough to be worth their hundred years of development!
Yukun's spiritual energy is the richest and most difficult to gather. Mu Xuanji spent five years developing the best spiritual energy gathering device, which increased the entire Yukun's demon clan's cultivation speed by 30%!
Most demon clans are known for their physical fitness, and heirs from all countries are no exception to this. Although Mu Xuanji is the eldest son, he did not get the inheritance rights of Qiandian. He said that he thought his sister was talented in being humble, but anyone with a discerning eye knows the truth.
Even if he has noble blood and can live for a long time, he is not a demon clan that can fight after all. Without strength, how can he suppress other countries?
But looking at the entire spiritual world at that time, no demon king dared to underestimate the First Prince Qiandian.
Qiandui's divine forging technique and Mu Xuanji's mechanical technique complement each other. When Qiandou was invaded by several barbarian powers, Mu Ji was still young, so it was Mu Ji's master who provided the divine forging technique, and Mu Xuanji provided the blueprints and technical guidance, and finally he was born.
Created an army of 10,000 machine puppets and strangled the opponent's army of millions of monsters!
To put it bluntly, Qian Duan at that time could change his successor. If it were not for Mu Xuanji, he would definitely not have the fame and glory even after his death!
This is also the reason why Long Ran concluded that as long as Mu Ji reveals his identity, other countries will definitely help him.
The city lord's face was gloomy, and he didn't have too many scruples when he thought that Prince Jade Dragon was the childhood sweetheart of the eldest prince's fiancée.
"It may be that the princess just lost control. I hope Your Highness can help."
He was a small blood city lord, and to be honest, he was not qualified to instruct Long Ran, but Long Ran didn't care in the end and sighed softly.
"You are also in trouble, evacuate the city's citizens," he said, picking up the Dragon Blood Sword and leaving, "Don't tell Mu Yin, if she knows that Mu Xuanji is alive... I hope it's me, if not, your Blood City will be waiting for you to lift the city
Move."
There is no problem that the land burned by the Kirin Divine Fire will not grow a single blade of grass for a hundred years.
The city lord looked pale and said nothing. He followed Long Ran's instructions and left to evacuate the people.
Mu Yi came to the vicinity of the teleportation array. The man was still studying the scroll in his hand, as if he was stuck in a difficult problem.
"Shaft rotation can be replaced by materials, but more sophisticated craftsmen are needed for forging, otherwise there is no way to improve the quality..."
Qingxuan felt very strange. When he woke up, his father told him that he was the illegitimate son of the Qingming royal family who had been exiled in the early years. He was a half-demon. Because his blood was impure and he was later infused with the memory of the ancient human machine warlock, he was exposed to the outside world.
Called an adopted son.
But his thinking habits always felt a little strange, as if he was surrounded by a very high-level blacksmith when he was conceiving the design.
He woke up not long ago, but he also knew that even in the era when the human race was still active, there were not many senior blacksmiths.
The human race is not physically strong and cannot control the demon fire like the demon clan, so they often enslave the demon clan's senior blacksmiths.
But if he was implanted with human memories... why didn't he remember that he had ever used a demon blacksmith?
Moreover, many memories were incomplete, and his father only told him that it was because the recovery was incomplete.
He was said to be an adopted son, but he was just a close aide who was directly affiliated with the Qingming Emperor. After all, he was not as good as the heirs he raised around him.
But it doesn't matter, he just needs enough research capital and space.
The technology he developed suddenly helped Qingming's development leap forward for more than three hundred years. The local people worshiped him as a god, and for a time his prestige was no less than that of the God Emperor.
Admittedly, he doesn't care about this, but although Qingming's terrain is dangerous, it has many resources, especially resources suitable for making machine puppets.
Even if he recovers his memory later, there is a high probability that he will choose to stay here. What Qingxuan loves most is the art of mechanism...
probably?
Although the man was thinking, the army of puppets under him did not stop at all. The three-legged crow vibrated its wings and made a loud cry. All the mechanical puppets crossed those buildings in an orderly manner, and even deliberately bypassed some useless ruins.
Naturally, he doesn't know how this ruin came to be, but he thinks it will take time to repair it. His puppets are also his representatives and cannot cause trouble to others.
The people of Blood City who were still moving things were dumbfounded for a moment when they saw the puppets politely taking a detour.
Is this still a dead thing made of bronze and mortise and tenon? It also knows how to take detours, and some puppets even helped move the scattered beams on the ground!
Isn’t this too spiritual?! What is the level of technology of the mechanist in front of me?!
The citizens of the city did not dare to act rashly. Qingxuan was still flipping through the scrolls. These were the design manuscripts he created in Qingming. For him, he could not waste any time. This time his father asked him to go to the ancient battlefield, so he took them with him.
coming.
Mu Yi saw Qingxuan and an army of mechanical puppets from a distance. She stepped on the roof of the building and suddenly rose into the air. After landing, she rose up again and quickly approached.
She was horrified. Her brother used to like this very much. He gave life to these bronze puppets and treated them like family members. He even created a special puppet garden in the royal courtyard, where every plant, tree, flower and bird were all puppets.