Return from the second dimension

Seeing the Wujizong monk who launched the suicide attack, Mu Jiuling was taken aback for a moment, and then began to laugh.

"Come on, all come!

I remember all the participants who destroyed the Baihe Sect back then, you let them all come to pay for their sins with death!"

Mu Jiuling looked around, eyes full of expectation, and shouted at Sect Master Promise.

Seeing Mu Jiuling's appearance, the cultivators of the Promise Sect secretly gritted their teeth, but they could only remain silent.

"Don't worry, they will all come, even if someone doesn't want to come, I will grab it and send it to you!"

Sect Master Wuji's tone was flat, and his expression became more indifferent. Since he made up his mind, he would never hesitate any more.

In order to keep the Promise Sect, even if it is a little sacrifice, what can be considered?

Hearing the reply from Sect Master Wuji, Mu Jiuling smiled happily and made a gesture of asking to start.

The surrounding cultivators of the Promise Sect have already felt the determination of the suzerain, and they are obviously preparing to make a compromise.

Those cultivators of the Promise Sect who had not dared to show their faces hiding in the crowd, their complexions became extremely ugly, knowing that they could not escape the disaster.

No matter what their status is and how important their status is, they cannot be compared with the survival of Wujizong.

Although I didn't want to stand up, but in full view, there was 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 my son Qiusheng hereby apologizes for you.

Today I will leave without a trace of dust, and all my grudges and grievances from the past will be wiped out.

If there is a chance in the next life, and then embark on the road of spiritual practice, I hope that your fellow students will be able to help me when they meet me!"

A monk with a rough face said goodbye to the monk Wujizong, and then walked towards Mu Jiuling.

"You boy of the White River Sect, don't think that you are carrying a sea of ​​blood and blood, we monks are all worthy of death.

In the world of spiritual practice, it is normal for the weak to feed on the weak. May I ask which sect is not full of blood in the process of rising?

Your White River Sect oppresses others, and we destroy you White River Sect. This is a matter of course and righteousness. Why do you feel wronged?

Today you avenge the Baihezong, and someday there will be monks to collect debts for my Wujizong. Don't think you can avoid it, just come sooner or later."

Mu Jiuling just sneered. He couldn't listen to anything else. He only knew that the monk in front of him was indeed involved in the massacre that year.

Damn bastard, if it wasn't for his lack of strength, how could he let him live so long!

After the rough monk finished speaking, he controlled his life magic weapon and slammed into his head.

"My own life can only be collected by myself, without others' intervention!"

Hearing only a muffled sound, the rough monk burst his brain, but fell into the dust with a smile on his face.

The magic weapon hanging in the air wailed, as if to see off his master, and then suddenly exploded.

This magic weapon is enlightened, and after the death of the master, he also blew himself up and died.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding monks were silent, and some monks simply closed their eyes.

"Hahaha, this Qiushengzi is really impatient, he is anxious about everything, even if he is going to die!"

With a burst of laughter, the two monks floated down and stopped beside the rough monk's body.

A monk wearing a white robe took out the large hip flask around 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 brother passed by Qiling and made this pot on purpose, just to give you a taste.

It's a pity that you guy has no good food, you can't drink it in this life, you can only wait until the next life."

The white-clothed monk sighed, raised the jug, raised his head and poured the remaining spirits into his mouth.

The black-clothed monk next to him never spoke, like a hard stone.

The white-clothed monk dropped the hip flask and shook his feet slightly, looking at the black-clothed monk.

"Brother, we joined the Promise Sect for three hundred and sixty years, and it seems that we have done this bad thing, but we were also approached by others.

People want us to lose our lives, and we can't play rogues. The debts we owe are still to be paid.

But if there is an afterlife, and the two of us are still brothers, don't forget that you have an older brother."

Hearing this, the black-clothed monk moved the corners of his mouth, and then said softly: "Hurry up, Qiu Shengzi is on the road, I'm afraid I can't wait."

The monk in white nodded with a smile when he heard the words, then slowly sat cross-legged on the ground, humming softly.

"Take a thousand mountains, travel thousands of miles, and cultivate a long way.

Although Chenfeng Yelu is light, who knows the bitterness of the ice?

Get comfortable, seek happiness, mortals all cultivate immortality well.

But I don't know that the path of heaven is arduous and dangerous, and the road is hard to follow.

Why don't you laugh and scold in the world, with wine and tea friends as company.

Looking back in a hundred years, I am happy like a fairy..."

The singing is melodious and vigorous, with a unique rhythm, which is a rhythm that practitioners often sing.

The monk in white sang, and his voice became deeper and deeper, which had already quietly shattered the soul.

This was a great pain, even the monks could not bear it, but the white-clothed monks did not show the slightest pain from beginning to end.

Seeing this, the surrounding monks couldn't help but move slightly.

Looking at the black monk again, the same is true, falling silently.

From beginning to end, the two monks didn't pay attention to Mu Jiuling at all, obviously they didn't pay attention to him.

The vast majority of monks were actually full of arrogance. Although they died because of Mu Jiuling, they looked down on his behavior at all.

In the name of revenge, he acted like a spoiler. Although he was forced to be helpless, he could see Mu Jiuling's pattern.

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 monks ended up on their own, more and more Promise Sect monks came to Mu Jiuling on their own initiative.

Some people laughed loudly, others yelled loudly, but none of them chose to escape.

The surroundings are silent, no matter the sky or the ground, all the monks have their eyes on it.

In the face of righteousness and righteousness, these Promise Sect monks can go to death calmly, making the monks onlookers secretly sigh.

The monks who originally looked down on the Promise Sect had also changed their minds at this moment. Although the monks of this sect were both good and bad, many monks still did not lack the courage to take responsibility.

The monks who participated in the massacre of the Baihe Zong sect, continued to use self-killing methods to quell Mu Jiuling's hatred, in exchange for the peace of Wujizong.

But there are still some monks who are unwilling to die like this, and will flee in full view.

How could Sect Master Promise allow him? He would never let a participant go, causing other sect monks to sacrifice in vain.

Whenever a monk flees, he will personally take action, capture the opponent and throw it in front of Mu Jiuling.

Mu Jiuling would not refuse to come, as long as he was confirmed to be the enemy of the year, he would curse to death without hesitation.

Before she knew it, hundreds of monks had fallen down on the square in front of Mu Jiuling.

Their strengths range from high to low, and their reputations range from big to small, but they have all faded away and turned into a cold corpse.

"Did so much, is it enough?"

Sect Master Wuji looked at Mu Jiuling and asked in a cold tone.

But Mu Jiuling shook his head and said with a sneer: "The monks who died here are indeed the murderers back then, but why didn't they provoked the real culprit?

Is it because you are a descendant of the elders of the sect because of your special status, should you choose to protect it?"

Mu Jiuling looked at the Wuji Sect Master, his mouth was full of ridicule. If he didn't kill the first evil, then what is the meaning of this revenge?

Sect Master Wuji smiled suddenly and met Mu Jiuling's mocking gaze, and said in a non-feeling tone: "It is because of them that Wuji Sect suffered this calamity. I actually want to kill them more than you.

shelter?how is this possible!"

As soon as the voice fell, a monk hiding in the crowd was directly imprisoned and threw towards Mu Jiuling

The elder of the Promise Sect next to him changed abruptly, and he subconsciously tried to rescue him.

Unexpectedly, he had just taken a shot and was hit hard behind him and collapsed to the ground softly.