Mu Yun and Zhan Tian were surrounded by more than a dozen heavenly masters. Mu Yun simply stopped running and found a flat rock to blow on, then sat down leisurely.
Zhan Tian looked at this and that with his big eyes. He raised his right foot and slowly lowered it. He looked very funny. He was blocked on all sides. Not only were the opponents numerous in number, but they were all stronger than him.
, he didn't know whether to fight or run. Seeing Mu Yun so calm, he followed suit and sat down on the rock beside him.
"Little girl, I like you very much," Bo Ming suddenly appeared next to Mu Yun like a ghost, "What do you want to do before you are willing to join our Holy Cult?"
"Hey, uncle, no, no, I should call you grandpa," Mu Yun looked at him playfully, "I don't like you at all, I don't have such strong tastes!"
"What a mess!" Bo Ming was confused by Mu Yun's words, and then his face became solemn and asked: "Have we met somewhere?"
"Grandpa, if you want to strike up a conversation, you should have some new ideas." Mu Yun continued to chat with the other party, "This trick is too old-fashioned!"
"I'm warning you, my patience is limited!" Bo Ming glared at Mu Yun with a sullen face, "Don't think that because I appreciate you a little, you can be confident!"
"Then what do you want?" Mu Yun spread his hands, looking indifferent.
"Two choices, either join the Holy Cult or die!" When he said the word "death", Bo Ming's eyes suddenly shot out a chilling look. The rich purple spiritual power on his body slowly surged and gradually expanded outwards.
He didn't stop until he was a foot in front of Mu Yun.
"Then tell me what are the benefits of joining your holy sect?" Mu Yun's big eyes were darting around, thinking about various ways to escape in his mind.
"Hahaha, how about I join your holy sect?" Zhan Tian became excited when he heard the benefits, "I don't ask much, just give me ten beauties and a mansion."
"Bang!" One of the people surrounding Zhan Tian took out a big black stick from somewhere and hit Zhan Tian hard on the back of the head. Zhan Tian fainted on the spot, "Carry him away.
!" The man ordered the other people, "Watch carefully, don't let him run away!" As he said that, he waved his hand and shot out a white light that hit Zhan Tian's wrist, and the white light turned into a light rope,
Zhan Tian's hands and feet were automatically tied up.
"Hey, why are you hitting my friend?" Mu Yun roared at the man, "Be careful, I will give you a severe beating after joining the Holy Cult!"
When the man heard what Mu Yun said, he was inexplicably shocked. He looked at Bo Ming carefully and then at Mu Yun, with a look of uneasiness on his face.
Bo Ming waved his hand at him, signaling the other person to step back. The man felt a little relieved, bowed respectfully to Bo Ming, and then retreated backwards into the forest.
"So, you agreed?" At this time, the look in Bo Ming's eyes became much gentler.
"Hey, the terms haven't been negotiated yet, okay?" Mu Yun looked like a profiteer, "Tell me, what are the benefits of joining your holy religion? You have to let me think about it."
"As long as you are willing to join the religion, I will accept you as a disciple," Bo Ming promised, "and besides the bishop and me, your status is above everyone else in the religion. However, there is another person who has a status in this religion.
The person who is your equal is a close disciple of the bishop, named An Zimo."
Mu Yun looked into Bo Ming's eyes and guessed something unknown from the changes in his expression. She smiled slyly and said to Bo Ming: "You actively persuaded me to join the religion and accepted me as a disciple.
Will I compete with that An Zimo for the position of bishop in the future?"
"Hahaha!" Bo Ming was guessed by Mu Yun, but he didn't dare to admit it. He had to use laughter to cover up his nervousness, which also played a role in disturbing other people's minds.
"It seems I guessed it right!" Mu Yun smiled.
Bo Ming didn't speak, and only took two steps forward slowly. Then he suddenly stretched out his right hand forward, "Puff!" with a sound, and fiercely inserted it into the heart of one of the white-robed men from the back, and blood flowed like blood.
It flows out like a spring.
"Sir, you, you..." The man turned around slowly, pointed at Bo Ming, and fell to the ground dead before he finished speaking.
"He is the spy placed by the Bishop?" Mu Yun raised his eyebrows and asked with a playful smile.
"Hahaha!" Bo Ming laughed again, "I was right, you are very smart!" A layer of white light suddenly emitted from his right wrist, slowly swallowing up the blood stains.
"How's it going? Are you satisfied with the terms I offered?" Bo Ming asked again.
"Then let my friend go first." Mu Yun continued to bargain.
"No problem!" Bo Ming readily agreed, "Bring him up!" He did not turn around, but gave orders to the people behind him.
Zhan Tian had already woken up at this time, cursing in his mouth: "F*ck! Who hit me just now?" He rubbed the sore spot with his tied hands and wrists, looking extremely angry on his face.
"Let him go!" Bo Ming ordered again.
One of the men in white robes stepped forward and untied the light rope from Zhan Tian's wrist, then took a step back to make way for Zhan Tian. Zhan Tian stood there stunned, looked at Bo Ming, and then looked at Mu Yun
, worriedly said: "Mu Yun, did you agree to let him join that ghost sect?"
"How presumptuous!" The man fighting Zhantian suddenly shouted.
Mu Yun glanced at the war angel, then looked very happy and said: "The terms he offered are so tempting, of course I can consider it, you can go back first, don't worry about me."
How could Zhan Tian be willing to escape alone? He knew that Mu Yun was trying to save him, "I won't leave! Let's go together!" The rugged Zhan Tian had an upright temperament and was as stubborn as a cow.
"Get out!" Mu Yun stepped forward and kicked Zhan Tian in the butt, sending him flying more than ten meters away. Then she gave Zhan Angel a hard look, and Zhan Tian began to think about it. After a moment, he shot
He patted the dust off his body and said reluctantly: "Just leave, why are you hitting people?" After saying that, he turned around and left.
"To join the Holy Religion, you must first leave a mark on your soul," Bo Ming said. "This is just a means to prevent believers from betraying. As long as you are loyal to the Holy Religion, this mark will not be caused to you.
Any harm, come here, I will imprint your soul now." As he said that, he stretched out his right palm, and a white light group as big as an egg appeared in his palm, and there was a thick white mist slowly surging in the light group.
An extremely cold breath hit Mu Yun's face, and Mu Yun couldn't help but shudder. She subconsciously wanted to stretch out her right hand to block Bo Ming's outstretched palm, but found that her body could no longer move at this time.
, as if there was some powerful force that firmly imprisoned him.