Chapter 818 The Mo Clan’s Last Call

   "There is no way, but it needs the blood of the Mo clan's lineage to lead it, and it may be able to wake up the ancestors."

  Mo Qingyun said, now when it comes to the life and death of the Mo clan, she can only try this ancient method to see if she can succeed.

  This is a method passed down from generation to generation by the patriarch, but no one has tried it. I can only try it now to know if it will work.

  "All of you present here are the core children of our Mo family lineage. Now I will take the lead and you will start the Bloodline Summoning Array."

  She cut through her palms, using blood as a guide to condense a summoning formation in the air.

  Her face suddenly paled a lot, and other people immediately used their own blood to help.

   Seeing that the Bloodline Summoning Array had taken shape, Mo Qingjun felt a powerful and vast power, which was a little energy that overflowed from the deep sleep of the ancestors of the Mo clan.

  Everyone was extremely excited, and they could perceive the strength of the ancestor through the bloodline summoning formation. With such a powerful ancestor, what else are they afraid of?

   Just when Mo Qingyun awakened his ancestors through the big formation, the black mist seemed to feel the fluctuations that came from the big formation, as if a giant beast slowly awakened. Hei Mist immediately felt the threat, and it rushed to this side as quickly as possible, not giving them a chance to summon again.

  Mo Qingyun, before being swallowed by the black mist, made every effort to send a message for help to their ancestors. The next moment, she disappeared without a trace, and the entire Liuyunchuan was completely plunged into darkness.

   "Hoo..."

Feng Qianwei suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in the crossing of the robbery door, and she felt anxious inexplicably, which made her feel that something bad had happened.

  But she didn't know what happened, and now she can't leave here. She can only try to calm her mood, after all, she still has many difficulties to overcome.

  It didn’t take long for the old village chief to send someone a set of peach blossom skirts. This was the clothes that all three candidates would wear, made by the best tailor in the village.

   "Mr. Qin, take your clothes away and I will leave."

  The village woman who gave the clothes respected the cheap master.

   "Well, you go!"

  Cheap Master waved his hand and said lightly.

After    and the others left, he turned around and threw the suit into the large tank at the door, returned to his room, and took out a set of similar peach skirts.

  Feng Qianwei saw him holding the peach blossom skirt and handed it to her. The light and soft peach blossom skirt was like cotton candy.

   "Girl, put on this dress."

"Oh well."

  Feng Qianwei nodded, walked into the room and put on the newly made peach blossom dress. The peach blossom-like skirt, pink and lovely, looks exquisite and slim when worn.

  This peach blossom dress is made to fit very well. He must have sewn it himself. The craftsmanship is even better than the original one. She suddenly remembered that her clothes were all made by her cheap master.

  I have to say that he took good care of her daily life. Although I don't know what he is trying to do with her, he does take good care of her.

  After she changed her dress, the cheap master braided her long hair and put two peach blossoms on her as a decoration.

  "The sedan chair has arrived outside to pick you up. Remember what I explained to you before becoming a teacher."

  Cheap Master said, and personally took her to the door.

After Feng Qianwei followed him to the door, she really saw the big sedan chair stopped on the road. There were four bearers waiting there. They had just planned to knock on the door to call someone, but the Lord had already come out.

   "Get on the sedan chair! You are the only one left."

   said the bearer expressionlessly, like a puppet.

  (End of this chapter)