Return from the second dimension

"It's weird, what's the matter with this guy, and what method did he use?"

The continuous strange deaths of the monks of the Promise Sect made Mu Jiuling immediately the focus of everyone's attention, and one after another saw what was wrong.

They could be sure that any monk who came close to Mu Jiuling would die strangely.

Such a weird method of death is really terrifying. Under such circumstances, who dares to approach Mu Jiuling easily?

"Since he can't get close, kill him remotely and say nothing to keep him arrogant!"

Sect Master Promise looked towards the sky and found that the cultivators of the Spiritual Extreme Realm did not respond, as if silently watching the performance on the ground.

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

If even this kind of provocation can be tolerated, not only will the enemy look down on it, but other sect monks will secretly laugh at themselves.

There is no endurance, no need to endure.

"kill him!"

The Invincible Sect Master issued an order and decided to show his tough side so that the cultivators of the spiritual realm would know their attitude.

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

The cultivator of the Promise Sect had already suppressed his anger, wishing to slash Mu Jiu with a thousand swords, and immediately launched a long-range attack on him after receiving the order.

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

These cultivators were all real masters, with profound cultivation levels, all of them could kill Mu Jiuling in seconds.

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

I saw pieces of fierce magic weapons falling to the ground one after another, beating like a dehydrated fish ashore.

I want to fly again, but I can't afford a trace of strength.

The Wujizong monk who launched the attack suddenly spurted blood and collapsed to the ground.

The natal magic weapon is equivalent to the monk's half-life. Once severely injured, the practitioner will also suffer backlash.

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

Like a puppet, there is no reaction at all.

No matter how the companion wakes up, there is no reaction at all, and all of them quickly die.

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

The sect monk watching the battle next to him was in an uproar, and his eyes looked at Mu Jiuling more and more jealous.

Where is the little monk who explores the path, it is clearly a life-death little devil, there is a horrible existence of who touches and dies!

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

It turned out that the cultivator of the Spiritual Extreme Realm did not remain silent, but had already released a big move, depending on whether the Promise Sect could take it.

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

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

These sects seem to be harmonious, but in fact internal disputes continue. Although they are invited to help out, they may not hope that Wujizong can tide over the crisis smoothly.

The greater the loss the Promise Sect suffered, the happier they felt.

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

His expression gradually became richer, constantly switching between doubt and shock, and finally turned into a deep ecstasy.

"Hahaha, it turned out to be like this! It turned out to be like this!"

Mu Jiuling had been wondering before, why did Tang Zhen issue such an order to let him face hundreds of thousands of monks single-handedly?

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

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

Although there was a lot of helplessness in his heart, it could only be turned into a long sigh of grief, and there was no other way.

It turned out that Tang Zhen had given him 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 himself at all.

If you get close to yourself, you will die, the means of attacking yourself will be ineffective, and you will lose your life because of backlash.

Under such circumstances, who can stop oneself, and who dares to stop oneself?

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

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

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

If you don't stop me, then I will step into the Promise Sect today, find all the murderers who participated in the killing of the door, and let them pay for the original behavior!"

As Mu Jiuling spoke, his eyes became bright red like blood, and the black veins around the eye sockets were covered with blood vessels.

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

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

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

While Mu Jiuling roared, he started to move forward, and he no longer had any scruples.

Seeing this, the surrounding sect monks quickly dodged aside, for fear that they might provoke the evil star Mu Jiuling.

Regardless of whether he has the ability to touch anyone or not, he must be careful and never make fun of his life.

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

The other monks of the sect will definitely not catch fire.

Seeing this scene, Mu Jiuling laughed more and more wildly, with indescribable joy and sarcasm in his laughter.

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

"The feeling of being scared... really good!"

In the shelter of the monks of the major sects, Mu Jiuling moved forward and swaggered to the front of the mountain gate of Wujizong.

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

But if you observe carefully, you will see panic in their eyes, obviously fearing Mu Jiuling's ability.

The little monk in front of him, in front of all the sect monks in the world, made a big fuss at the mountain gate of the Promise Sect, but they had no choice.

Who touches the ability to die? Who is not afraid?

"Mu Jiuling, what on earth do you want to do, really think that my Promise Sect is a place where you can be presumptuous!

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

But if you continue to persevere, the front of the mountain gate of the Promise Sect is your burial place!"

Seeing the oncoming Mu Jiuling, the Wuji clan warned again, but his eyes flickered obviously.

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 daze like just now.

But Mu Jiuling tilted his head, looked at Sect Master Wuji with a mocking look, and made "hehe" sneers constantly in his mouth.

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

Those dead guys, which one didn't want to kill me, but it was them who died.

If you want to keep trying, just come, I am here waiting for you!"

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

Then his gaze stopped, and he looked at a cultivator of Promise Sect, with a happy smile on his lips.

He raised his hand, pointed at the monk, and said in a gloomy tone: "You were the only one in the massacre that year, so you deserve to die!"

His voice was hoarse, with unspeakable weirdness, and when the word "death" was uttered, the monk suddenly widened his eyes.

Then, like mud, he collapsed to the ground with a "puff," and his breath was gone in an instant.