I Have a City in a Different World

"Strange, what's going on with this guy, and what method did he use?"

The continuous and strange deaths of the Promise Sect cultivators made Mu Jiuling immediately become the focus of attention, and they all saw what was wrong.

They can be sure that any cultivator who gets close to Mu Jiuling will die in a strange way.

Such a strange way of dying is really terrifying. Under such circumstances, who would dare to approach Mu Jiuling easily?

"Since he can't get close, then kill him from a distance, and nothing can make him continue to be arrogant!"

The Wuji Sect Master looked at the sky and found that the monks in the spiritual world did not respond, and seemed to be watching the performance on the ground silently.

It was as if the two armies were fighting against each other, and the enemy deliberately released a vicious dog to provoke and humiliate the enemy.

If even this kind of provocation can be endured, not only will the enemy despise it, but other sect cultivators will also laugh at them secretly.

Unbearable, no need to endure.

"kill him!"

The invincible sect master gave an order and decided to show his tough side and let the monks in the spiritual world know their attitude.

Since you let the dog provoke, then I will kill this vicious dog and see what you can do to me!

The monks of the Promise Sect had already suppressed their anger and wished to slash Mu Jiuling with a thousand knives. After getting the order at this moment, they immediately launched a long-range attack on him.

I saw a dozen cold lights emerging from the crowd and flying towards Mu Jiuling like lightning.

These cultivators are all true masters, and all of them can kill Mu Jiuling in seconds.

But he didn't want this method of easily slaying the enemy from a hundred miles away, and when he was within three feet of Mu Jiuling, all of a sudden all of them failed.

I saw a piece of fierce magic weapon, falling to the ground one after another, beating like a dehydrated fish.

I want to fly again, but I can't bring up the strength.

The cultivator of the Promise Sect who launched the attack suddenly spewed blood and collapsed to the ground.

The natal magic weapon is equivalent to the cultivator's half-life. Once it is severely damaged, the cultivator will also suffer backlash.

But looking at these monks again, it is not as simple as backlash, but the state of losing their soul.

Like a puppet, there is no reaction at all.

No matter how the companions wake up, there is no response at all, and they all die soon.

"What's the matter, what happened to them?"

The sect cultivator watching the battle next to him was in an uproar, and his eyes looking at Mu Jiuling became more and more fearful.

Where is this little cultivator exploring the path, he is clearly a life-threatening little devil, and there is a terrifying existence of whoever touches it will die!

Even if this strange ability is given by other practitioners, it is still displayed through Mu Jiuling.

It turned out that the cultivator of the spiritual world did not remain silent, but had already released a big move.

From the moment Mu Jiuling appeared, the confrontation between the two sides had already begun, but the cultivator of the Promise Sect did not realize it at all.

There are many sect monks, gloating in their hearts, want to see how the Promise Sect handles this matter?

These sects seem to be in harmony, but in fact there are constant internal disputes. Although they are invited to help out, they do not necessarily hope that the Promise Sect can survive the crisis smoothly.

The greater the loss suffered by the Promise Sect, the happier they were.

As the center of attention, at this moment, Mu Jiuling finally realized what happened.

His expression grew richer, switching between doubt and shock, before finally turning into a deep ecstasy.

"Hahaha, so it is! It is so!"

Mu Jiuling was wondering before,

Why did Tang Zhen give such an order to face hundreds of thousands of monks single-handedly?

Even reinforced iron bones will be crushed into ashes, and there is no possibility of surviving.

Before he came down, he was ready to go back and forth, and only hoped that his sacrifice would provoke a war.

Although there is a lot of helplessness in my heart, it can only be turned into a long sigh of grief and indignation, and there is nothing else to do.

It was only at this moment that he discovered that Tang Zhen had endowed him with such a terrifying passive ability.

Although his own strength has not improved, and there is no magic weapon in his hand, no one can hurt him at all.

If you get close to yourself, you will die, and your means of attacking yourself will also fail. At the same time, you will lose your life due to backlash.

In this case, who can stop himself, and who dares to stop himself?

Mu Jiuling was extremely happy, and the resentment that had been suppressed for many years seemed to vanish at this moment.

His eyes crossed the crowd and looked at the Wuji Sect Master in front, his eyes were full of provocation.

"I'm here, if you have the ability, continue to send people to stop me!

If I don't stop me, then I will step into the Promise Sect today, find all the murderers who participated in the annihilation of the family, and make them pay for their actions! "

During Mu Jiuling's speech, his eyes became bright red as blood, and there were blood vessels-like black veins around the eye sockets.

This is a sign of enchantment, and if not controlled a little, the situation can become very dangerous.

The danger is not only for Mu Jiuling, any monk present may be affected by the danger.

With the ability at this time, Mu Jiuling is simply a disaster of mobile, which makes people avoid it.

At the same time as Mu Jiuling roared, he started to walk forward, and he no longer had any scruples.

Seeing this, the surrounding sect monks quickly dodged aside, for fear of provoking the evil star Mu Jiuling.

Regardless of whether he has the ability to touch someone to death, he must be careful and must not make fun of his own life.

If you want to test this ability and kill Mu Jiuling, it can only be done by a monk of the Promise Sect.

Other sect cultivators will definitely not get burned.

Seeing this scene, Mu Jiuling laughed more and more wildly, and there was indescribable joy and irony in his laughter.

Although at this moment, he was avoided like a plague, but there was an indescribable joy in his heart.

"The feeling of being feared...it's really good!"

In the avoidance of the cultivators of the various sects, Mu Jiuling moved forward all the way and swaggered to the front of the mountain gate of the Promise Sect.

The monks of the Promise Sect looked at Mu Jiuling with vicious eyes, as if they were going to eat him.

But if you look closely, you will see panic in their eyes, obviously afraid of Mu Jiuling's ability.

The little cultivator in front of him, in front of the sect cultivators all over the world, made a fuss about the mountain gate of the Promise Sect, but they had nothing to do.

Whoever touches the ability to die, who would not be afraid?

"Mu Jiuling, what do you want to do, I really thought that my Promise Sect was a place where you could be arrogant!

If you repent now, I may be able to forgive your ignorance offense and give you a chance to make amends.

But if you continue to be obsessed with it, the front of the mountain gate of the Promise Sect is your burial place! "

Looking at Mu Jiuling approaching, the Wuji Clan once again issued a warning, but their eyes were obviously flickering.

Because he couldn't be sure at all whether he could restrain Mu Jiuling's ability, and whether the attacker would still lose his life in a confused way like before.

However, Mu Jiuling tilted his head and looked at Sect Master Wuji with mocking eyes, and his mouth kept making a sneering sound of "hehe".

"Kill me? Didn't you just do it?

Which of those dead guys didn't want to kill me, but they were the ones who died.

If you want to keep trying, go ahead, I'm here for you! "

When Mu Jiuling said this, he continued to sneer "hehe", but his blood-red eyes looked around, as if he was looking for something.

Then his eyes stopped and he looked at a Promise Sect cultivator with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand, pointed at the cultivator, and said in a gloomy tone: "You were the only one in the massacre that year, so you should be damned!"

His voice was hoarse, with an indescribable strangeness. Just as the word "death" was uttered, the cultivator suddenly widened his eyes.

Then, like mud, he collapsed to the ground with a thud, and in an instant he lost his breath.