Chapter 2962: Life to death

Seeing the Promise Monk launching a suicide attack, Mu Jiuling first gave a slight glance, and then started laughing.
"Come on, come on!
I remembered all the participants who destroyed Baihezong that year. You asked them to come to pay for their sins! "
Mu Jiuling looked around, his eyes full of expectation, and he shouted at the Promise Lord.
Seeing Mu Jiuling's appearance, the practitioners of the Promise Zong secretly gritted their teeth, but could only remain silent.
"Rest assured, they will all come, even if someone doesn't want to come, I will catch it to you!"
The Promise of the Promise is flat and his expression is getting more and more indifferent. Since he has made up his mind, he will never hesitate any more.
In order to keep the Promise, what can be counted even with a little sacrifice?
Upon hearing the reply from the Promise of the Promise, Mu Jiuling laughed even more happily and made a gesture of respect and start.
The Promise Monks around him had felt the suzerain ’s determination, and apparently he was going to prepare for it.
Those Promise monks who had been hiding in the crowd and never dared to show their faces became extremely ugly, knowing that they could not escape the disaster.
No matter what their status is or how important their status is, they cannot be compared with the existence and death of Promise.
Although I didn't want to stand up, but in the eyes of everyone, there was nowhere to run.
In the end, I could only bite my head and approach Mu Jiuling, but he was very heavy.
"Hahaha, Wujizong's fellow friends, dragged you down today, and I am here to apologize to you.
I will leave today without a trace of dust, and all the grudges of the past should be written off.
If the next life has a chance, and then embark on the path of spiritual practice, I also hope that you will be able to help carry it after you encounter the encounter! "
A monk with a rough face shouted farewell to the monk of the Promise, and then went forward to Mu Jiuling.
"You kid of Baihezong, don't think that you bear deep blood and enmity. All of us monks deserve to die.
In the practice world, weak meat and strong food are common, but which gate is not in the process of rising?
You Baihezong oppressed others. We destroy your Baihezong. This is a matter of righteousness. Why do you feel wronged?
Today you revenge for Baihezong, and a monk will collect debts for my Promise, I do n’t think you can avoid it, just come sooner or later. "
Mu Jiuling just sneered. He couldn't hear anything else. He only knew that the monk in front of him actually participated in the massacre of the Ming Dynasty.
Damn bastard, if it weren't for his lack of strength, how could he have lived so long!
After the coarse monk finished speaking, he controlled the natal magic weapon and slammed into his head.
"My own life can only be collected by myself, and no one needs to intervene!"
Just hearing a muffled sound, the rough monk's brain cracked, but fell into the dust with a smile.
The magic weapon hanging in mid-air wailed, as if seeing off his own master, and then suddenly burst apart.
This magic weapon has a spirit, and even after the death of the master, he also followed the self-explosive funeral.
Seeing this scene, the monks around were silent, and some monks simply closed their eyes.
"Ha ha ha, this autumn child is really an acute child. I am anxious to do anything, even if I die!"
With a burst of laughter, the two monks drifted down and stopped beside the rough monk's body.
A monk in a white robe took out the large jug at the waist and poured it half on the ground.
"This is Qiling Shenxian Brew. You once said you wanted to taste it, but you never had a chance.
This time our brother passed by Qiling and made this pot intentionally, just to give you a taste.
It's a pity that you guys have no mouthfeel. You can't drink it in this life. You can only wait for the next life. "
The white monk sighed, raised the jug, and poured his remaining spirits into his mouth.
The black monk next to him never opened his mouth, like a hard stone.
The white monk dropped the jug, and his steps shook gently, looking at the black monk.
"Brother, we have joined Wujizong for 360 years, and we seem to have done this bad thing, but in the end they were approached.
People want us to lose our lives, and we can't play the rogue, the debt owed must be repaid after all.
But if there is a future life, the two of us are still brothers, you must not forget that you have an old brother. "
The black monk heard the words, his mouth moved, and said softly, "Hurry up, Qiusheng is on the road, I'm afraid I can't wait."
The white monk heard the words, nodded with a smile, and then sat slowly on the ground, humming softly.
"Tread thousands of miles, travel thousands of miles, practice roads.
Although Chenfeng Yelu is light, who knows the bitter taste of ice?
Be at ease and be at ease.
But I do n’t know, the heavens are difficult and dangerous, and thousands of years of hard work have gone into the sky.
It is better to laugh and scold Hongchen with wine and tea companions.
Looking back for a hundred years, I am like a fairy ... "
The singing is melodious and full-bodied, with a unique rhythm, which is a kind of rhythm often practiced by practitioners.
The monk in white sang and sang, the voice became more and more low, and the original soul had been shattered silently.
This was a great pain, and even the monks could not bear it, but the monks in white showed no signs of pain from beginning to end.
The monks around saw this, and could not help moving slightly.
Looking at the monk in black, the same is true.
From beginning to end, the two monks did not bother Mu Jiuling at all, and apparently did not take him seriously.
Most monks, in fact, are full of pride. Although they died because of Mu Jiuling, they did not look down on his behavior at all.
Acting in the name of revenge, he acted like a rogue. Although forced and helpless, he could see the pattern of Mu Jiuling.
Born in a small martial art, his style of action is extreme and stingy, and it is doomed to become a big deal.
As the three monks settled on their own, more and more Promise Monks came to Mu Jiuling on their own initiative.
Some laughed loudly, and others roared sharply, but none of them chose to escape.
There was silence all around, no matter in heaven or underground, all monks set their sights here.
Faced with righteousness and righteousness, these non-polar monks can calmly die, and the monks who watch on the ground secretly sigh.
The monks who initially looked down on the Promise, also changed their minds at this moment. Although the monks of this ancestor were mixed, many monks still had the courage to take on them.
The monks involved in the Baihe Sect's massacre, continued to use self-killing methods to end Mu Jiuling's hatred with blood, in exchange for the ultimate peace.
But there are still some monks who are unwilling to die like this, and will flee in full view.
Would the Promise Sovereign allow him, he would never let a participant go, causing other Sect monks to sacrifice for nothing.
Whenever a monk fled, he would take his own shot, capture the opponent and throw it in front of Mu Jiuling.
Mu Jiuling did not refuse to come. As long as he confirmed that he was the enemy of the year, he would not hesitate to curse the other person.
Unconsciously, hundreds of monks have fallen above the square in front of Mu Jiuling.
Their strengths are high and low, their reputations are large and small, but they have disappeared and become a cold body.
"So many dead, is it enough?"
The Promise Sovereign looked at Mu Jiuling and asked indifferently.
Mu Jiuling shook his head and said with a sneer: "The monks who died here were indeed the murderers of that year, but why didn't they provoke the real culprit?
Is it because of your special status that you are the descendants of Elder Zongmen, do you have to choose shelter? "
Mu Jiuling looked at the Promise of the Promise, and his mouth was full of ridicule. If he did not kill the first evil, what is the significance of this revenge?
The Promise Sovereign suddenly smiled, facing Mu Jiuling's taunting eyes, and said in a tone without any emotion: "It is because of them that the Promise is suffering from this calamity. I actually want to kill them more than you.
shelter? how is this possible! "
As soon as the words fell, a monk hiding in the crowd was thrown at Mu Jiuling after being imprisoned directly.
The elder Wujizong next to him suddenly changed his face.
Unexpectedly, he had just hit the shot and was hit hard behind him, and collapsed to the ground softly.