"It's weird, what happened to this guy, and what method did he use?"
The mysterious deaths of Wuji Sect monks one after another made Mu Jiuling immediately become the focus of everyone's attention, and everyone saw something was wrong.
They were sure that any monk who came close to 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. Don't say anything to make him continue to be arrogant!"
The leader of the Wuji Sect looked at the sky and found that the monks in the Lingji Realm had no reaction and seemed to be silently watching the performance on the ground.
It was as if two armies were facing each other and the enemy deliberately released a vicious dog to provoke and humiliate the enemy.
If you can even endure this kind of provocation, not only will your enemies look down on you, but other sect monks will also secretly laugh at you.
I can't bear it any more, and there is no need to bear it any longer.
"Kill him!"
The invincible sect master issued an order and decided to show his tough side and let the monks in the spiritual realm know his attitude.
Since you unleashed the dog to provoke me, I will beat this vicious dog to death and see what you can do to me!
The Wuji Sect monks had suppressed their anger for a long time and wanted to cut Mu Jiuling into pieces with a thousand swords. After receiving the order, they immediately launched a long-range attack on him.
Only a dozen cold lights appeared from the crowd and flew towards Mu Jiuling like lightning.
These monks are all true masters. All of them are capable of killing Mu Jiuling instantly.
But he didn't expect that these methods of easily killing enemies hundreds of miles away would suddenly fail when he came within three feet of Mu Jiuling.
I saw pieces of sharp magic weapons falling to the ground one after another, beating like dehydrated fish ashore.
I want to fly again, but I can't muster any strength.
The Wuji Sect monks who launched the attack suddenly spat out blood and collapsed to the ground.
The natal magic weapon is equivalent to half a monk's life. Once it suffers a serious injury, the practitioner will also suffer backlash.
But looking at these monks, it is not as simple as backlash, but a state of losing their souls.
Like a puppet, there is no reaction at all.
No matter how much his companions tried to wake him up, there was no reaction at all, and they all died soon after.
"What's going on? What happened to them?"
The monks from the sect watching the battle were in an uproar and looked at Mu Jiuling with even more fear.
This is not a little monk exploring the path, it is clearly a life-threatening little devil, a terrifying existence that will kill anyone who touches it!
Even though this weird ability was given by other practitioners, it was still displayed through Mu Jiuling.
It turns out that the monks from the Spirit Realm are not keeping silent, but have already released their ultimate move. 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 Wuji Sect were not aware of it at all.
There are many sect monks who are gloating in their hearts and want to see how Wuji Sect handles this matter?
There seems to be harmony between these sects, but in fact there are constant internal disputes. Although they are invited to help, they may not necessarily hope that the Wuji Sect can successfully overcome the crisis.
The greater the losses the Wuji Sect suffered, the happier they felt.
As the center of attention, Mu Jiuling finally realized what had happened at this moment.
His expression gradually became richer, constantly switching between confusion and shock, and finally turned into deep ecstasy.
"Hahaha, so that's it! So that's it!"
Mu Jiuling had been wondering before, why would Tang Zhen issue such an order to face hundreds of thousands of monks single-handedly?
Even steel and iron bones will be crushed into dust, with no possibility of survival.
Before he came down, he was prepared to never come back, hoping that his sacrifice would start a war.
Although there was a lot of helplessness in my heart, it could only be turned into a long sigh of sorrow and anger, and there was nothing else I could do.
As a result, it was discovered at this moment that Tang Zhen had actually endowed himself with such terrifying passive abilities.
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, the means of attacking you will be ineffective, and you will also lose your life due to backlash.
In this situation, who can stop me, and who dares to stop me?
Mu Jiuling was extremely happy, and the resentment that had been suppressed for many years seemed to disappear at this moment.
He looked across the crowd and looked at the Wuji Sect Master in front, his eyes 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 Wuji Sect today, find all the murderers who participated in the massacre, and make them pay for their original actions!"
As Mu Jiuling spoke, his eyes became as red as blood, and his eye sockets were covered with black veins like blood vessels.
This is a sign of being possessed, and if you don't take some control, the situation will become very dangerous.
The danger is not only for Mu Jiuling, but also any monk present may be affected by the danger.
Coupled with his current abilities, Mu Jiuling is simply a moving disaster, making people avoid him.
While Mu Jiuling growled, he started to move forward without any scruples anymore.
When the monks from the surrounding sects saw this, they quickly ducked aside for fear of provoking the evil star Mu Jiuling.
No matter whether he has the ability to touch or kill someone, he must be careful and never take his own life for granted.
If you want to test this ability and kill Mu Jiuling, you can only do it by the monks of Wuji Sect.
Other sect monks will never get burned.
Seeing this scene, Mu Jiuling laughed even more crazily, and there was indescribable joy and sarcasm in his laughter.
Although at this moment, he was avoided by others like the plague, he felt indescribably happy in his heart.
"The feeling of being scared... is really good!"
While the monks from various major sects were trying to avoid him, Mu Jiuling moved forward and swaggered to the mountain gate of Wuji Sect.
The monks of Wuji Sect all looked at Mu Jiuling with vicious eyes, as if they wanted to eat him.
But if you observe carefully, you can see the panic in their eyes, and they are obviously afraid of Mu Jiuling's ability.
The little monk in front of them, in front of all the sect monks in the world, made a big fuss in Wuji Sect's mountain gate, but they had no way to do it.
Who wouldn't be afraid if someone touches the ability to die?
"Mu Jiuling, what on earth do you want to do? You really think that our Wuji Sect is a place where you can be arrogant!
If you repent now, I may be able to forgive your ignorant offense and give you a chance to change your ways.
But if you continue to persist in your stubbornness, you will be buried in front of the mountain gate of Wuji Sect!"
Looking at Mu Jiuling walking towards him, the Wuji clan warned him again, but his eyes were obviously twinkling.
Because he was not sure whether he could restrain Mu Jiuling's ability or whether the attacker would lose his life in confusion like just now.
Mu Jiuling tilted his head, looked at the Wuji Sect Leader with mocking eyes, and kept letting out "haha" sneers.
"Kill me? Didn't you just do it?
None of those dead guys wanted to kill me, but they were the ones who died.
If you want to keep trying, then go ahead, I’m here waiting for you!”
After Mu Jiuling said this, he continued to sneer "haha", but his blood-red eyes looked around, as if looking for something.
Then he stopped looking and 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 sinister tone: "You were the one responsible for the massacre, so you deserve to die!"
His voice was hoarse and indescribably weird. Just when the word "death" was spoken, the monk's eyes suddenly widened.
Then, like mud, he collapsed to the ground with a "pop", and in an instant he was no longer breathing.