Seeing the Wuji Sect monk who launched a suicide attack, Mu Jiuling was slightly stunned at first, and then started laughing loudly.
"Come on, come on, everyone!
I clearly remember all the participants who destroyed the Baihe Sect back then, so you asked them all to die to atone for their sins!"
Mu Jiuling looked around, eyes full of anticipation, and shouted loudly at the Wuji Sect Master.
Seeing Mu Jiuling's appearance, the Wuji Sect cultivators secretly gritted their teeth, but they could only remain silent.
"Don't worry, they will all come. Even if someone doesn't want to come, I will catch him and send him to you!"
Master Wuji's tone was calm and his expression became increasingly cold. Now that he had made up his mind, he would never hesitate again.
In order to preserve the Wuji Sect, even if you make a small sacrifice, what does it mean?
Hearing the reply from Master Wuji, Mu Jiuling smiled even more happily and made a gesture of "please start".
The surrounding Wuji Sect monks have sensed the determination of the sect leader, and are obviously ready to compromise.
The faces of those Wuji Sect monks who were hiding among the crowd and never dared to show their faces became extremely ugly, knowing that they could not escape this disaster.
No matter what their status is or how important their status is, they cannot be compared with the survival of Wuji Sect.
Although he didn't want to stand up, he had nowhere to escape under the gaze of everyone.
In the end, he could only bite the bullet and move closer to Mu Jiuling, but his heart was extremely heavy.
"Hahaha, fellow Taoists of the Wuji Sect, I have dragged you down today, and I, Qiu Shengzi, am here to apologize to you.
Today I will leave without a trace of dust, and all the grievances and grievances of the past should be completely wiped out.
If I have the opportunity to embark on the path of spiritual practice in the next life, I hope that all my fellow disciples will be able to help me when they meet me!"
A monk with a rough face said goodbye loudly to the Wuji Sect monks, and then walked towards Mu Jiuling in front.
"You boy from the Baihe Sect, don't think that you are carrying a blood feud. We monks all deserve to die.
In the world of spiritual practice, it is normal for the weak to prey on the strong. Which sect is not full of blood in the process of its rise?
You Baihe Sect oppresses others, and we destroy your Baihe Sect. This is a matter of course. Why do you feel wronged?
Today you avenge the Baihe Sect, and tomorrow there will be monks collecting debts for our Wuji Sect. Don’t think you can avoid it, it’s just that it will come sooner or later.”
Mu Jiuling just sneered. He couldn't hear anything else. He only knew that the monk in front of him was indeed involved in the tragedy of annihilating the sect that year.
Damn bastard, if it weren't for his lack of strength, how could he have let him live so long!
After the rough monk finished speaking, he controlled his natal magic weapon and hit himself hard on the head.
"I can only take my own life, no one else needs to interfere!"
There was only a muffled sound, and the rough monk's brain exploded, but he fell into the dust with a smile on his face.
The magic weapon hanging in the air whined, as if to say goodbye to its master, and then suddenly exploded.
This magic weapon has a spirit, and after its owner died, it also self-destructed and was buried.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding monks fell silent, and some simply closed their eyes.
"Hahaha, this Qiu Shengzi is really impatient. He is anxious about everything, even if he is going to die!"
Following a burst of laughter, the two monks floated down and stopped next to the body of the rough monk.
A monk in white robes took out a large wine bottle from his waist and poured half of it on the ground.
"This is Qiling Fairy Brew. You once said you wanted to try it, but you never had the chance.
This time our brothers passed by Qiling and specially made this pot just to give you a taste.
It's a pity that you don't have a good taste, you can't drink it in this life, you can only wait until the next life."
The monk in white sighed, raised the wine bottle, raised his head and poured the remaining strong wine into his mouth.
The black-clothed monk next to him never spoke, as if he were a solid stone.
The monk in white dropped the wine bottle, swayed slightly, and looked at the monk in black.
"Brother, we have been members of the Wuji Sect for three hundred and sixty years, and it seems that we have done something bad like this, and as a result, we were visited by someone else's mistress.
If someone asks us to pay for our lives, we can't act rogue. The debt we owe will eventually have to be repaid.
But if there is an afterlife and the two of us are still brothers, you must never forget that you have an older brother."
When the monk in black heard the words, the corner of his mouth moved, and then he said softly: "Hurry up, Qiu Sheng's son is on the way, I'm afraid I can't wait any longer."
Hearing this, the white-clothed monk smiled and nodded, then slowly sat cross-legged on the ground and hummed softly.
“Traveling thousands of mountains, traveling thousands of miles, and practicing cultivation is a long way.
Although the morning breeze and night dew make me light, who knows the bitter taste of ice?
To be at ease and seek freedom, all mortals will be able to cultivate immortality.
But they don’t know that the way of heaven is difficult and dangerous, and thousands of years of hard work are gone in an instant.
It's better to laugh and curse in this mortal world, with wine and tea companions as companions.
Looking back after a hundred years, I feel as happy as a god..."
The song is melodious and rich, with a unique rhythm. It is a rhythm often sung by practitioners.
As the monk in white sang, his voice became deeper and deeper, and it turned out that he had quietly shattered the soul.
This was a great pain that even the monks could not endure, but the monk in white never showed any pain from the beginning to the end.
When the monks around him saw this, they couldn't help but be slightly moved.
Looking at the monk in black, the same is true, he fell silently.
The two monks paid no attention to Mu Jiuling from beginning to end, and obviously did not take him seriously.
Most of the monks were actually full of pride. Although they died because of Mu Jiuling, they looked down on his behavior at all.
In the name of revenge, he acted like a scoundrel. Although he was forced to do so, he could still see Mu Jiuling's pattern.
He was born in a small sect, and his acting style is extreme and stingy, so he is destined to never become a great person.
As the three monks committed suicide, more and more Wuji Sect monks took the initiative to come to Mu Jiuling.
Some people laughed loudly, while others roared, but no one chose to escape.
There was silence all around, and all the monks, no matter in the sky or on the earth, had their eyes on this place.
In the face of right and wrong, these Wuji Sect monks could die calmly, which made the onlookers secretly sigh.
The monks who originally looked down on the Wuji Sect also changed their minds at this moment. Although the monks in this sect are mixed, many monks still have the courage to take responsibility.
The monks who participated in the massacre of the Baihe Sect continued to kill themselves, using their blood to appease Mu Jiuling's hatred and in exchange for the peace of the Wuji Sect.
But there are still some monks who are not willing to die like this and want to flee in full view of everyone.
How could Master Wuji allow it? He would never let a participant go, causing other monks from the sect to sacrifice in vain.
Whenever a monk fled, he would personally take action, capture the monk and throw him in front of Mu Jiuling.
Mu Jiuling will not refuse anyone who comes, and as long as he is confirmed to be his old enemy, he will curse him to death without hesitation.
Unknowingly, hundreds of monks had fallen on the square in front of Mu Jiuling.
Their strength may be high or low, their fame may be great or small, but their souls have all dissipated and turned into cold corpses.
"So many people have died, is that enough?"
The leader of the Wuji Sect looked at Mu Jiuling and asked in an indifferent tone.
Mu Jiuling shook his head and said with a sneer: "The monks who died here were indeed the murderers back then, but why was there no real culprit who provoked this incident?
Just because you have a special status and are the descendants of sect elders, do you have to choose to protect me?"
Mu Jiuling looked at the Wuji Sect Master, his mouth full of sarcasm. If the culprit is not killed, what is the point of revenge?
The leader of the Wuji Sect suddenly smiled, faced Mu Jiuling's mocking gaze, and said in a tone without any emotion: "It is because of them that the Wuji Sect suffered this disaster. I actually want to kill them more than you do.
Covering up? How is that possible!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a monk hiding in the crowd was directly imprisoned and thrown towards Mu Jiuling.
The expression of an elder from the Wuji Sect next to him suddenly changed, and he subconsciously tried to rescue him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took action, he was hit hard behind him and fell to the ground softly.