I have a city in another world

Chapter 2952 Are more people useful?
"Strange, what's going on with this guy, and what method is he using?"

The successive strange deaths of Wujizong monks made Mu Jiuling immediately the focus of everyone's attention, and they all saw something wrong.

They were sure that any monk who approached Mu Jiuling would die suddenly and strangely.

Such a strange way of death is really terrifying. Under such circumstances, who would dare to approach Mu Jiuling easily?
"Since you can't get close, then kill him from a distance, and say nothing to make him continue to be arrogant!"

The Promise Master looked at the sky, and found that the monks in the spiritual world did not respond, and seemed to be 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 endured, not only the enemy will look down on him, but other sect cultivators will also secretly laugh at him.

Unbearable, no need to endure.

"kill him!"

The Invincible Sovereign issued an order and decided to show his tough side and let the monks in the spiritual realm know his attitude.

Since you let the dog provoke you, then I will kill this vicious dog and see what you can do to me!
The monks of the Wuji Sect had suppressed their anger long ago, wishing to cut Mu Jiuling into pieces, and immediately launched a long-range attack on him after receiving the order.

A dozen cold lights appeared from the crowd and flew towards Mu Jiuling like lightning.

These monks are all real masters, and all of them can kill Mu Jiuling in an instant.

But he didn't want the easy way to kill the enemy hundreds of miles away, when he was within three feet of Mu Jiuling, all of them suddenly failed.

I saw one piece of sharp magic weapons falling to the ground one after another, jumping like fish coming out of water.

He wanted to fly again, but couldn't muster any strength.

The Wuji sect monks who launched the attack suddenly spurted blood and collapsed to the ground.

The natal magic weapon is equivalent to the half life of a monk. Once a serious injury occurs, the practitioner will also suffer backlash.

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

Like a puppet, there is no reaction at all.

No matter how the companions woke up, there was no reaction at all, and they all died soon.

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

The sect monks who were watching the battle were suddenly in an uproar, and looked at Mu Jiuling with more fear.

This is not a little monk who explores the way, but a life-threatening little devil, a terrifying existence who will die if he touches it!
Even if this strange ability is endowed by other practitioners, it is still displayed through Mu Jiuling.

It turns out that the cultivators in the Spiritual Realm didn't keep silent, but had released their big moves, and it depends on whether the Wuji Sect can catch it.

From the moment Mu Jiuling appeared, the confrontation between the two sides had already begun, but the monks of the Wuji Sect didn't realize it at all.

There are quite a few sect monks gloating in their hearts, wanting to see how the Promise Sect handles this matter?

These sects seem to be harmonious, but in fact there are constant internal disputes. Although they are invited to help out, they don't necessarily hope that the Wuji sect can survive the crisis smoothly.

The greater the loss the Wuji Sect suffered, the happier they were.

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

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

"Hahaha, so it is! So it is!"

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 prepared to come and go, and only hoped that his sacrifice would provoke a war.

Although there is a lot of helplessness in my heart, it can only be turned into a long sigh of grief and indignation, other than that, there is nothing I can do.

It turned out that Tang Zhen had endowed him with such a terrifying passive ability only now.

Although his own strength has not improved, and he does not have a magic weapon in his hand, no one can hurt him at all.

If you get close to yourself, you will die, and the means of attacking yourself will also fail, and at the same time, you will lose your life due to backlash.

May I ask, in this situation, who can stop himself, and who dares to stop himself?
Mu Jiuling was very happy, and the resentment that had been suppressed for many years seemed to disappear at this moment.

He looked over the crowd and looked at Sect Master Wuji ahead, his eyes were 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 Wuji Sect today, find all the murderers who participated in the Miemen massacre, and make them pay the price for their original actions! "

While Mu Jiuling was speaking, his eyes became bright red like blood, and the eye sockets were covered with black veins like blood vessels.

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

The danger is not only aimed at Mu Jiuling, any monk present may be affected by the danger.

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

While Mu Jiuling growled, he started to walk forward without any scruples anymore.

Seeing this, the surrounding sect monks quickly dodged aside, for fear of offending Mu Jiuling, the evil star.

Regardless of whether he has the ability to touch anyone and die, he must be careful, and he must not make fun of his own life.

To test this ability and kill Mu Jiuling, it can only be done by the monks of the Wuji Sect.

Other sect monks will never get burned.

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

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

"The feeling of being feared...is really good!"

Under the avoidance of monks from various sects, Mu Jiuling walked forward all the way and swaggered to the front of the mountain gate of Wuji Sect.

The monks of the Wuji Sect all looked at Mu Jiuling with vicious eyes, as if they were going to eat him.

But if you observe carefully, you will see the panic in their eyes, and they are obviously afraid of Mu Jiuling's ability.

The little monks in front of him are making a big fuss at the gate of the Wuji Sect in front of the sect monks all over the world, but they have nothing to do.

The ability to kill whoever touches it, who would not be afraid?
"Mu Jiuling, what on earth do you want to do, I really think that my Wuji Sect is a place where you can be unrestrained!

If you repent now, maybe I can forgive your ignorance and offense, and give you a chance to make up your mind.

But if you continue to persist in your obsession, in front of the mountain gate of the Wuji Sect is your burial place! "

Seeing Mu Jiuling walking towards him, the Wuji clan issued another warning, but their eyes flickered.

Because he couldn't be sure whether he could restrain Mu Jiuling's ability, and whether the attacker would still lose his life in a muddle like before.

However, Mu Jiuling tilted his head, looked at Sect Master Wuji with mocking eyes, and let out a sneer of "hehe".

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

Those who died didn't want to kill me, but they were the ones who died.

If you want to keep trying, just come on, I'm here waiting for you! "

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

Then his eyes stopped, and he looked at a Wuji sect monk, 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 indescribable weirdness, and just as the word "death" came out, the monk and monk suddenly widened his eyes.

Then, like mud, he collapsed to the ground with a "plop", and lost his breath in an instant.

(End of this chapter)