"Injury to their muscles and bones... give them a good beating?" Cheng Mo asked.

Mo Hua nodded.

Cheng Mo was delighted, but then frowned, "But, their Jinmen disciples are so despicable, they hide their heads and tails, and it's hard to find traces..."

"It's okay," Mo Hua said, "call for some help, and I will go into the mountain with you this weekend."

A fellow student has been bullied, and as a "little senior brother", I must find my place back!

"Okay!" Cheng Mo nodded.

A few days later, during the break, Cheng Mo followed Mo Hua's instructions and recruited twenty people.

These twenty people are usually the disciples who call "little senior brother" more diligently, play better with Cheng Mo, and have gone on missions together, done bounties, and shared meritorious deeds.

When twenty people arrived in front of the ink painting, they all saluted and shouted:

"Little senior brother!"

Mo Hua nodded and said with a slightly solemn expression: "This time we enter the Demon Refining Mountain. If we don't do anything else, we will destroy the Golden Gate!"

All the disciples looked happy.

During these days in the Demon Refining Mountain, they were repeatedly harassed by Duan Jinmen. Not only were they injured, but they were also angry. They wasted a lot of time, did not make much merit, and were already feeling angry.

It's just that it's shameless to break Jinmen. If you can't beat him, you just run away. After you run away, you still find opportunities to harass him. It's really annoying.

Mo Hua spread a map on the table.

"The method is also simple."

"We are a group of twenty people, wearing gold-killing armor and gold-killing spiritual weapons, and go directly into the mountain to scan the map!"

"As long as there are Duanjinmen disciples with evil intentions, I'll beat them up if they see them, take off their robes, draw turtles on them, and hang them from a tree."

"I want to see how shameless they can be..."

After the instructions were given, everyone set off.

Including Mo Hua, Cheng Mo and others, a total of twenty-five people entered the Demon Refining Mountain in batches in order not to attract attention, and finally met at the foot of a hillside in the Demon Refining Mountain.

After meeting, we officially started “scanning pictures”.

The disciples of Duanjinmen are indeed not stupid, and they hide themselves deeply.

On the surface, the mountains are deep and forested, and there is indeed no suspicious trace.

Mo Hua walked in front, using the seventeen textures to transform his spiritual consciousness. With the blessing of a little calculation, he scanned the surrounding mountains, rivers and trees.

Amidst the whiteness, the mountains, rocks, vegetation, and demonic birds, snakes, and insects were stripped of their appearances and presented one by one in the form of spiritual or demonic power.

In a trance, there is a feeling of peeking into the "true nature" of all things.

Under the prying eyes of his spiritual consciousness, none of the Golden Gate disciples who used hidden spiritual weapons, used rocks to cover their bodies, or used vegetation to hide their auras could not escape.

After feeling the ink painting for a moment, he pointed with his hand.

"There are five squatting in the grass over there..."

"There are seven riding on the tree over there."

"There are five hidden behind the big rock."

"There is also in the water..."

"A few people are using the Earth Escape Technique and huddled in the ground..."

…

Mo Hua called names as he walked.

When it comes to doing such insidious things, Duanjinmen has a lot of talents and various methods.

However, in front of the ink painting, their "insidiousness" is not worth mentioning.

In this way, these Duanjinmen disciples who were secretly hiding in the mountains with evil intentions were pointed out by Mo Hua one by one.

Cheng Mo immediately led his men and rushed forward. After that, there was a sudden commotion, swords buzzed, spiritual energy overflowed, and someone shouted:

"who?!"

"The little brat from Taixu Sect!"

"Damn, how did they find us?"

"I'll hold you back for a while, and you run away..."

"good……"

"Fuck you, I promised to hold you back for a while, why did you run away on your own?!"

"idiot!"

"Suppress it with magic..."

"Their armor is strange, and my golden blade technique can't defeat it..."

"waste!"

…

With more people fighting against fewer people, and with armor to defeat gold, the battle is almost without suspense.

Just like that, amid the commotion, the Duanjinmen disciples were taken down one by one.

Mo Hua kept his promise, took off their Taoist robes, drew turtles, and hung them on the tree, causing them to suffer humiliation.

This is the price of being cheap.

After sorting out a batch, Mo Hua waved his hand.

"continue……"

So more than 20 people continued to move forward.

It was Mo Hua who conducted the investigation and called the names. Cheng Mo and the others took action and captured the Duanjinmen disciples and hung them on the tree.

Under the leadership of Mo Hua, the group followed the established route, searched mountains and scanned maps, and sorted out all the Duanjinmen disciples they encountered.

It wasn't until it was getting late that everyone left the Demon Refining Mountain.

Mo Hua thought for a while, then took everyone with him to hunt down a few monsters, peeled off the materials, sold them at the mountain gate, and distributed the merits to everyone.

There are few monsters and many people, so each person gets more than a hundred merit points, which can be used to make up for the ticket price without losing merit points.

You may not make a profit, but you must not lose!

This is the bottom line of ink painting.

Afterwards, everyone was relieved and happy, and went back to the sect to drink.

…

After dark, inside the Broken Golden Gate.

A disciple reported back and reported the matter of Demon Refining Mountain to a tall and thin senior fellow Duanjinmen.

This senior brother still has some injuries on his body, and there are marks on his shoulder where he was struck by an axe.

His movements were slightly sluggish, as if he had been poisoned and the remaining poison was not cleared away.

He was concentrating on reading a demon hunting atlas.

"Senior Brother Jin, it's not good..."

The disciple said in a panic.

Senior brother Duan Jinmen frowned, showing displeasure, "What's wrong?"

"We..." the disciple took a breath and whispered, "we were sneak attacked by Taixu Sect..."

Brother Duanjinmen frowned, "What then?"

"The other side relied on the large number of people and acted despicably. I don't know what means they used to pull out all our disciples hiding in the mountains one by one..."

The junior brother emphasized again, "They were numerous and acted despicably. We were no match. We were beaten up by them, and then..."

The disciple paused for a moment.

Brother Duanjinmen frowned, "What then?"

The disciple secretly glanced at Senior Brother Duan Jinmen and whispered: "Then he will be just like you, Senior Brother..."

Brother Duanjinmen was slightly startled, "What do you mean by being like me?"

"I was stripped of my clothes, painted with turtles, and hung from a tree..."

These few words are like sharp swords, piercing the heart.

Brother Duan Jinmen's blood immediately surged up, and he slapped the table in front of him to pieces, and then he was so angry that he trembled all over.

What a shame!

This is the greatest humiliation he has ever encountered in his life so far!
To be continued...