My right eye is a god-level computer

The figure in white was trapped in the formation, constantly going back and forth, but could never get out.

Mr. Song watched with interest for a moment, and his brows gradually frowned.

He tilted his head and said, "The Mo family formation is indeed magical, but the incense stick of the master can probably burn for another 5 minutes."

Mr. Song raised his eyebrows, "Brother Liu has a high IQ and is very likely to notice something strange!"

Mo Lan smiled lightly, "I originally thought that this dragon trap formation would be enough, but the master would rather be foolproof."

Mo Lan glanced at the surrounding wilderness, "The Mo family had a peerless formation leading the world thousands of years ago. Now that technology has developed, the Mo family's mechanical skills will naturally be updated iteratively, so today's Sanzhi Slope, of course, also has a modern formation!"

At the same time.

I heard a majestic voice from the huge figure at the top of Sanzhi Slope, which penetrated a thousand meters away and resounded throughout the earth.

He said, "Set up the formation."

Then.

I saw that the Mohist disciples standing at intervals outside the Sanzhi Slope nodded in unison!

These people had been standing there in silence since before Brother Liu arrived. There were more than 500 people surrounding Sanzhi Slope.

Mr. Song was also stunned, "I thought they were just guards."

Elder Fanxi was also shocked, "Come again?"

The next moment.

I saw these Mohist disciples take out three sections of high-tech cylindrical technology instruments, rotate them together, and insert them straight into the ground under their feet.

Then, these Mohist disciples used the electromagnetic shield equipment on their bodies to power the cylindrical equipment.

In an instant, the equipment started, and more than 500 blue lights shot up into the sky!

The light gathered just above Sanzhi Slope, merged together, and formed a blue vortex!

There was a buzzing sound in the air. This thing was a bit like the effect created by the Mohist Four Symbols, like the mighty power of heaven, and I don’t know when lightning will burst out!

Just the next second.

Buzz!

A blue beam of light as thick as a bucket poured down from the vortex, swallowing up Liu Di's body!

This scene was amazing.

The blue light in the sky was woven into an inverted bowl, and the power at the center had gathered together and was applied to Liu Di!

Mr. Song immediately stood up and said excitedly: "Don't hurt him!"

Mo Lan immediately comforted: "Mr. Song, don't worry, this is not a weapon, but a limiter."

Mr. Song's body stiffened one by one, "What?"

Mo Lan nodded and said: "I call this formation the 'Ice Coffin Formation'. It can silence all biological reactions through the biomagnetic field."

"The cells of the organisms shrouded in it will stagnate."

"At the same time, the Ice Coffin Formation can also terminate all chemical reactions."

"And the human brain nerve activity is a series of chemical reactions of the neurites."

Mr. Song suddenly felt a chill on his back, "What will happen to Brother Liu?"

"His body and brain will stop working, and he has no solution at all."

"Please rest assured, Mr. Song."

Mo Lan smiled and said: "Once the formation is withdrawn, he will return to normal. The reason why this formation is called the Ice Coffin Formation is that it is an excellent way to preserve the physiological body. If the equipment does not stop, it can completely achieve the effect of letting humans sleep for a hundred years and wake up again to go to the future."

Mr. Song and Fan Xi were both awed.

How can the things studied by the Mo family be so creepy!

This ice coffin formation is equivalent to freezing the human body, but it is many times more advanced than freezing technology!

Mo Lan added: "Of course, the most meaningful role of this formation at the moment is to limit the cyborgs! It can cover a radius of three kilometers. Whether it is an F-level cyborg or an X-level cyborg, one hundred or ten thousand people, as long as they step in, there is only one outcome, that is, turning into a living sculpture!"

Elder Fanxi was stunned again!

And Mr. Song was also surprised. Even he didn't know that the Mo family had such technology.

A moment.

Mr. Song's expression eased a little, "If you understand it as a cyborg limiter, it will be much easier to accept!"

Elder Fanxi secretly gritted his teeth.

He felt that the Mo family was a bit unscrupulous!

They actually used such a large-scale weapon to limit Liu Di alone!

One ring after another, this is obviously something to deal with the cyborg army!

Although Mo Lan is elegant, Fanxi really wants to kick him!

"Huh?"

Mo Lan's face suddenly tensed!

In the blue beam, Brother Liu's body was looming, and he was still moving forward!

Everyone looked over immediately.

"This is impossible, is it?"

Mo Lan exclaimed.

A huge tremor sound came from the blue beam, as if the air was torn apart, and even if it was a thousand meters away, it still made people's eardrums hurt!

Brother Liu's thin body resisted the powerful beam of light that fell from the sky and took one step at a time.

But unfortunately.

Brother Liu's steps became slower and slower, and his steps became more and more difficult.

It seemed that his strength was about to run out.

Elder Fanxi was moved and said: "Brother Liu's power is too strong, even this level of limiter can't stop him immediately."

"But, alas"

Elder Fanxi said, showing sympathy.

Although he didn't finish his words, everyone present knew it.

Brother Liu was not only trapped in the ice coffin and restricted by the origin of life, but he also couldn't find a way to leave the trapped dragon formation.

Looking at his difficult steps, it is estimated that he can't go far.

Zhang Mofeng looked at the scene in front of him, waved his sleeves and turned his back, "What can a giant dragon do when it dives and swims? Alas! So tragic!"

The cold Queen Oya also looked solemn at this time. She took a step forward, but for some reason, she stopped again.

Finally.

After Liu Di walked dozens of steps, he could no longer withstand the power of the ice coffin formation. His body seemed to be petrified, and finally he became completely stiff and fell into silence.

And he was still hundreds of meters away from the top of Sanzhi Slope.

There was a sense of déjà vu of a hero in his twilight years.

Mo Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

He was so nervous just now that he thought Liu Di had become so perverted that he could resist the ice coffin formation with his body.

Almost shattered his worldview!

Mr. Song's face returned to calm.

He felt inexplicably heavy in his heart. Liu Di had failed in the battle of Sanzhi Slope after all.

Although the Mo family won unfairly, no one restricted Liu Di's power.

The Mo family used their own disciples, so Brother Liu could call on the Punisher.

However

Even if the Punisher came, he could not escape the ice coffin formation.

In the final analysis, Brother Liu was not as skilled as others.

Mr. Song shook his head slightly and waited for the incense to burn out.

"Hehe"

"Haha"

The white mist at the top of the Sanzhi slope slowly dissipated in a burst of hearty laughter.

The huge figure gradually revealed its true form.

The Mo family disciples showed awe on their faces, and they were about to kowtow.

And Queen Oya was shocked when she saw it for the first time!

Surrounded by clouds and mist, at the top of the highest Sanzhi slope.

A huge statue as high as 30 meters stood!

He had a bun on his head, a long beard on his chin, and a cloth robe from the Warring States period. His sleeves fluttered, he held a scroll in his left hand, and a cane on his right hand.

He looked solemn, looking forward, with a pair of wise eyes shining with wisdom, as if he could see through the whole world.

The momentum was endless.

Hundreds of Mohist disciples bowed from the bottom of their hearts and shouted in unison: "Meet the master in charge!"

This voice came from all directions, sonorous and powerful, and it echoed endlessly.

Even a figure like Mr. Song nodded slightly!

"Hahaha"

But the laughter came from the foot of the huge statue again.

There stood a young man with long hair tied up high, a handsome face, and he was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

The Mohist disciples who appeared repeatedly were all wearing black robes.

But this young man was different, wearing a spotless white robe!

The young man held his hands in front of his chest, his palms hidden in the wide sleeves, his body straight, his eyes curved like the moon, looking at everyone with a smile, and said loudly: "Mo Yu, say hello to everyone too."