I Have a City in a Different World
Chapter 2962 life for life
Seeing the Wuji cultivator who launched the suicide attack, Mu Jiuling was stunned for a moment, and then began to laugh out loud.
"Come on, come on!
I remember all the participants who destroyed the White River Sect back then. You let them all come to atone for their sins with death! "
Mu Jiuling looked around, his eyes full of anticipation, and shouted at Wuji Sect Master.
Seeing Mu Jiuling's appearance, the cultivators of the Promise Sect gritted their teeth secretly, but they could only remain silent.
"Don't worry, all of them will come. Even if someone doesn't want to come, I will grab it and send it to you!"
The Wuji Sect Master's tone was flat, and his expression became more and more indifferent. Since he made up his mind, he would never hesitate again.
In order to keep the Promise Sect, even if it is a little sacrifice, what is it?
Hearing Sect Master Wuji's reply, Mu Jiuling smiled even more happily, and made a gesture of welcoming you to start.
The surrounding Promise Sect cultivators have already felt the Sect Master's determination, obviously preparing to compromise.
Those Wuji Sect cultivators who were hiding in the crowd and never dared to show their faces turned extremely ugly, knowing that they could not escape this disaster.
No matter what status they are or how important their status is, they cannot be compared with the survival of the Promise Sect.
Although he didn't want to stand up, under the watchful eyes of the public, he had nowhere to escape.
In the end, he could only bite the bullet and approach Mu Jiuling, but his heart was extremely heavy.
"Hahaha, fellow Daoists of the Promise Sect, I have dragged you down today, and I am here to apologize to you in Qiu Shengzi.
Today, I will leave without a speck of dust. All the grievances and grievances in the past will be written off.
If there is a chance in the next life, and then embark on the road of cultivation, I also hope that you can help and support me when you meet me! "
A cultivator with a rough face said goodbye to the Wuji cultivator, and then walked towards Mu Jiuling in front.
"You boy of the White River Sect, don't think that you bear a bloody feud, all of us cultivators deserve to die.
In the world of practice,
It is normal to eat the weak and eat the strong. How about which sect is not full of blood in the process of its rise?
Your Baihe Sect oppresses others, and we destroy your Baihe Sect, it is only right and proper, why do you feel wronged?
Today you take revenge for the White River Sect, and tomorrow there will be a cultivator to collect debts for my Wuji Sect. Don't think that you can avoid it, it's just that it will come sooner or later. "
Mu Jiuling just sneered, he couldn't hear anything else at all, he only knew that the monk in front of him had indeed participated in the massacre of the sect that year.
Damn bastard, if it weren't for his lack of strength, how could he let him live so long!
After the rough cultivator finished speaking, he controlled the magic weapon of life and slammed into his head.
"My own life can only be taken by myself, and I don't need others to intervene!"
Hearing a muffled sound, the thick cultivator's brain burst, but he fell into the dust with a smile on his face.
The magic weapon hanging in the air whimpered, as if to see off its master, and then suddenly burst open.
This magic weapon has a soul, and after the death of its owner, it was buried with self-destruction.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding monks were silent, and some monks simply closed their eyes.
"Hahaha, this Qiushengzi is really an impatient person, and he is anxious about everything, even if he wants to die!"
With a burst of laughter, the two monks floated down and stopped beside the corpse of the rough monk.
A monk in a white robe took out the big jug from his waist and poured half of it on the ground.
"This is Qiling Immortal Brew, you once said you wanted to taste it, but you never had the chance.
This time, our brothers passed by Qiling and made this pot specially, just to give you a taste.
It's a pity that you have no taste, you can't drink it in this life, you can only wait until the next life. "
The monk in white sighed, raised the jug, raised his head and poured the remaining spirits into his mouth.
The black-clothed cultivator next to him never opened his mouth, like a hard rock.
The white-clothed cultivator dropped the jug, swayed slightly, and looked at the black-clothed cultivator.
"Brother, we joined the Promise Sect for three hundred and sixty years, and it seems that we have done this unfortunate thing, and as a result, the bitter master came to the door.
People want us to lose our lives, we can't be rascals, and the debts we owe will still have to be repaid.
But if there is an afterlife, the two of us are still brothers, so don't forget that you have an older brother. "
Hearing this, the black-clothed cultivator moved the corners of his mouth, and then said softly, "Come on, Qiu Shengzi is on the way, I'm afraid I can't wait."
Hearing this, the monk in white smiled and nodded, then slowly sat cross-legged on the ground and hummed softly.
"Tread thousands of mountains, travel thousands of miles, and practice a long way.
Although Chenfeng Yelu is light, who knows the bitter taste of ice?
Be at ease, seek happiness, and mortals are good at cultivating immortals.
But I don't know that the way of heaven is difficult and dangerous, and the hard work of thousands of years is fleeting.
Better yet, laughing and scolding the world, there is wine and tea friends for company.
Looking back in a hundred years, happy like a fairy..."
The singing is melodious and vigorous, with a unique rhythm, which is a rhythm that practitioners often sing.
As the monk in white sang, his voice became deeper and deeper, and it turned out that the soul had been smashed silently.
This is a great pain, even the cultivator can't bear it, but the white cultivator never showed the slightest bit of pain from beginning to end.
Seeing this, the surrounding monks could not help but move slightly.
Looking at the black-clothed cultivator again, the same is true, falling silently.
From beginning to end, these two monks ignored Mu Jiuling at all, and obviously did not take him seriously.
Most of the cultivators are actually full of pride. Although they died because of Mu Jiuling, they looked down on his actions at all.
In the name of revenge, he acts like a rogue. Although he is forced to be helpless, he can see the pattern of Mu Jiuling.
Born in a small school, his style is extreme and stingy, and he is destined to be difficult to become a master.
As the three cultivators ended themselves, more and more Wuji cultivators came to Mu Jiuling on their own initiative.
Some laughed loudly, others roared, but none chose to escape.
There was silence all around, and all the cultivators set their sights here, no matter the sky or the ground.
In the face of right and wrong, these monks of the Promise Sect can die calmly, making the monks onlookers sigh secretly.
The monks who looked down on the Promise Sect at the beginning also changed their minds at this moment. Although the monks in this sect are mixed, many monks still have the courage to take responsibility.
The monks who participated in the annihilation of the White River Sect continued to kill themselves, using blood to quell Mu Jiuling's hatred, in exchange for the peace of the Promise Sect.
But there are still some monks who are unwilling to die like this and flee in full view of the crowd.
How could Sect Master Wuji allow it, he would never let a participant go, causing other sect cultivators to sacrifice in vain.
Whenever a cultivator escaped, he would personally take action, capture the opponent and throw them in front of Mu Jiuling.
Mu Jiuling will not refuse anyone who comes, as long as he confirms that he is the enemy of the year, he will curse the other party to death without hesitation.
Before he knew it, hundreds of monks had fallen on the square in front of Mu Jiuling.
Their strengths vary, their reputations vary, but they have all dissipated their spirits and turned into icy corpses.
"Is it enough to die so much?"
Sect Master Wuji looked at Mu Jiuling and asked in an indifferent tone.
Mu Jiuling shook his head and said with a sneer: "The monks who died here are indeed the murderers of the year, but why didn't the real culprit provoked this matter?
Is it because you have a special status and are the descendants of the elders of the sect, you have to choose to cover up? "
Mu Jiuling looked at Sect Master Wuji, his mouth full of ridicule, if he didn't kill the first evildoer, then what's the point of this revenge?
Wuji Sect Master suddenly smiled, facing Mu Jiuling's mocking eyes, and said in a tone without any emotion: "It is because of them that Wuji Sect suffered this disaster, I actually want to kill them more than you.
shelter? how is this possible! "
As soon as he finished speaking, a cultivator hiding in the crowd was directly imprisoned and threw to Mu Jiuling
An elder of the Promise Sect next to him suddenly changed his face, and he subconsciously wanted to rescue him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he shot, he was hit hard behind him and collapsed softly to the ground.
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