Mo Qingcheng successfully fooled Mu Shenyi and led the way, avoiding many traps and ambushes. The two men in black were dumbfounded and were tied up by Hei Yi to take the blows in front of them.
A smile flashed in Shangguan Yichen's cold eyes. Hei Yi has become smarter...
After a stick of incense had burned, a group of strangely dressed people blocked my way. Their black and white robes, their empty, lifeless eyes, and their gait were filled with death.
The two outer disciples gasped in shock. The Ghostly Thirteen Copper Gong Formation!
Valley Master, what a generous gesture!
As the name suggests, the Ghostly Thirteen Gong Formation consists of three people, each fighting independently yet forming a cohesive unit.
To date, hundreds, if not thousands, of people who have ventured into Ghost Valley have died at the hands of the Thirteen Gongs.
Normally, the outer sect's punishment elders would say that anyone thrown in there would surely die without a burial place.
They arrived at just the right time.
Mo Qingcheng smiled mysteriously: "Bai Yi, wait for me!"
"Yes!" Bai Yi stared intently at the thirteen bronze gong formation, his heart filled with trepidation.
Shangguan Yichen clenched his fists, about to speak several times, but was persuaded to back down by Mo Qingcheng.
"Boss, keep an eye on Hei Yi and Mu Shenyi, and wait for Mother to come out."
“Yes… Mother…” The young boy’s eyes tightened, and he felt a pang of sadness.
Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow with a wicked smile and gestured for them to proceed. A cloud of black mist rose up, obscuring everyone's view.
All the disciples of Guigu knew that this was no ordinary black mist, but a formation to prevent peeping. However, their eyes were blinded by the black mist. Even the Valley Master, with his profound inner strength, tried to peep a few times, but all his efforts ended in vain, and he almost suffered a backlash.
Terrifying!
Mo Qingcheng scoffed, "When did the Ghost Realm become so spineless?"
No one answered. Mo Qingcheng had her answer in her heart: since it was unclaimed, then don't blame this instructor for being impolite.
Mo Qingcheng easily won against thirteen opponents, but in order to improve her combat power, she did not intend to win in one fell swoop, but instead focused on honing her skills.
The three people in the Thirteen Copper Gong Formation were like walking corpses, devoid of emotion, and every move they made was a killing blow. Mo Qingcheng's violent silver swelled instantly, filled with fighting spirit.
Come on, let's have a three-hundred-round battle.
Thirteen gong-wielding men, each move faster than the last, each strike a fatal blow.
Mo Qingcheng drew a large sword and fought the thirteen men without hesitation, creating a fierce and chaotic battle.
Farmer curled his lip: "Pretentious."
Mu Yunchuan was extremely worried: "Brother Jun, please save Mother..."
"Little Chuan Chuan, don't worry, your mother is a little witch that strikes fear into the hearts of enemies... uh, no, your mother has the potential to be a little witch... hehe... she won't get hurt, don't worry."
Farmer's words of comfort were full of holes, which made Mu Yunchuan even more interested in the background of his adoptive mother.
The little guy has a dangerous look in his eyes and is trying to get close to the farm owner.
Farmer belatedly realized he'd been tricked...
Oh well, they'll find out about the little witch's true nature sooner or later. It was Xiao Chuan Chuan who discovered it herself; it has nothing to do with me.
right!
Farmer successfully shifted the blame to Mu Yunchuan, disregarding Mo Qingcheng's safety, cutting off the water curtain, and lying that there was insufficient energy...
An hour later, Mo Qingcheng lost her patience. Having figured out most of the three men's backgrounds, she used the killing move she had just learned, leaving the thirteen men with nowhere to run.
Amidst the Farmer's furious tirade, the thirteen were thrown into the farm's garbage dump, where they began a life worse than death...
As the black mist dissipated, Mo Qingcheng was found with a pale face, leaning on a long sword, her body bruised and battered, looking utterly wretched.
Shangguan Yichen's heart skipped a beat: "Mother, are you injured?"
Mo Qingcheng gave a weak smile and fell straight to the ground...
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