After a series of struggles, they finally realized.

The young man in front of him was indeed just a lame with a low cultivation base.

But when he deals with his few people, he doesn't need to cultivate at all. He only needs a painting to wipe them out, without any resistance.

Chu Moli flipped through a page of the script and said lightly: "Sorry, you have admitted the wrong person. I am not your master, but I am just a lame."

Ba Xiaoshuang couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Just now Jiuli made life and death not recognize Chu Moli as the master, and wanted to kill him.

Now it's the other way around.

In the eyes of the Litians, there was strong resentment and resentment, but the pain of flames and the fear of loss of vitality made them have to lower their heads and seek that glimmer of life.

"Little master, I didn't mean to betray you. We have waited for you for a long, long time, until there is no hope in sight, and finally we have no choice but to betray!"

"We thought you would never be born again!"

"Little Master, do you want to go back? Leave us a dog, and I am waiting to swear to protect you from returning!"

Chu Moli turned over another page of the script, without raising his head, "Go on, and see if you have a reason to move me."

"what--!!"

Some time ago, Li Hong was seriously injured in the hands of Li Weiran and Mu Yan.

And to stay in shape on this wooden bridge is not a simple hug, but will consume the only divine power in the body.

Li Hong couldn't support it, and his body shook down.

His left foot fell into the magma, and there was a sneer, and the whole leg was burned clean.

Li Hong climbed up desperately, and threw the pill in his hand into his mouth as if he didn't need a spar, so that it could not be completely swallowed by the magma.

But this time, the Jiuli envoys were almost lost in fright.

"Little master, your roots are only in your twenties, and you definitely haven't received all the inheritance skills. Don't you want to know what happened back then?"

With these words, Chu Moli finally looked away from the script and raised his head.

He looked at the nine people struggling to survive with interest, and said thoughtfully: "Do you all remember things ten thousand years ago?"

"Remember, it's clear, I haven't forgotten even the smallest detail!!"

Jiuli gave hope at first sight, and nodded frantically one by one, for fear that Chu Moli would lower his head to look at his script again.

Chu Mo Liqu tapped his finger on the armrest of the wheelchair and nodded, "I am really interested in this news. But since the nine of you all remember it clearly, there is no need to stay."

"Let's do it!" He pointed to the bright moon in the sky, with a gentle and gentle smile on his face, "Follow the unique rules of our Chu family, who can be the first to [Climb the Moon] in [God and Ghost Curse], It means that the crime does not lead to death. However, there is only one quota."

"little Master!!!"

"Little master, you can't do this to us, we have guarded you for thousands of years!!"

Chu Moli ignored them, lowered his head and continued to focus on the script, his pale and sick fingers gently twisted a page of paper, turning a deaf ear to the roar of the Jiuli envoys.

At this moment, others only saw Chu Moli's "God blocks and kills the gods and Buddhas".

But Mu Yan saw at a glance that the power of the curse lurking in the third senior brother had begun to collapse again.

It's hard for him to play psychological games with nine old beasts with a blank face under such severe pain.