The first thousand two hundred and sixty-three chapters of grudges eventually become dust
The sudden change shocked the monks of Wuji Sect at the same time.
However, when they saw clearly the sect monks who were thrown towards Mu Jiuling and the elders who were knocked to the ground by the Wuji sect leader, they all showed expressions of surprise.
Just because this pair of sect monks were the culprits who instigated the massacre of the Baihe Sect, the sect monks who had just died went to the Baihe Sect to participate in the war because of orders.
Of course, after the incident was over, these monks received enough benefits and divided up the Baihe Sect's wealth.
Whether it was an order or driven by greed, these monks have already paid the price.
But the two masterminds and culprits never came forward. They are the ones who really deserve to die.
Mu Jiuling would never give up until they both were killed.
"What do you want to do and why are you doing this to me?"
Seeing the Wuji Sect Master launching a sneak attack on him, the elder asked with a tone of horror and anger, full of unwillingness.
"This matter started because of you, and it will naturally end because of you.
It is because of you that the Wuji Sect suffered losses, and a large number of monks from the sect were also implicated.
Since it is hard to escape the blame, then stop talking nonsense and get to know yourself quickly!"
Master Wuji's tone was indifferent. At this moment, he could only accuse the other party of his crimes, making the monks of the sect feel that the other party deserved his death.
Only in this case can the Wuji Sect Leader's actions be understood and supported enough to avoid a serious blow to morale.
"I see."
The elder nodded and looked at the other elders and sect monks, wanting to see their attitudes and reactions.
But he saw that they either had indifferent faces or turned away to avoid him, and no one asked for mercy for him.
"Hehehe, okay, great!"
The elder smiled and shook his head, pointing at Master Wuji, and then the elders next to him, their eyes full of disappointment and disdain.
“Who promised that nothing would happen, and then in the blink of an eye, they pushed me out to pay for the crime?
Now that things have come to this, I am afraid that only I can pay with my life to settle the grudges of that year.
I will never evade the responsibilities that are my responsibility, but your actions really chill me.
You all must remember that I died for the sect, but I am definitely not a sinner!"
Hearing the elder's angry rebuke, the Wuji Sect monks kept silent, but they couldn't help but sigh secretly in their hearts.
These sect elders all have similar karma, but they have not met a debt collector like Mu Jiuling.
In the final analysis, I can only blame him for his bad luck.
"Why, why do you want me to die? I'm not willing to do it!"
The real culprit who provoked the massacre, the descendant monk of this elder, was roaring loudly at this moment.
His eyes were blood red, and he was trying to break free from his confinement like crazy, but he couldn't do it after trying for a long time.
The monks all looked on coldly at his hysteria. Others died unjustly, but this guy simply deserved it.
It was driven by greed that led to this incident, but in the end no one was held accountable because of the powerful backers behind it.
But he didn't expect that decades later, such a disaster would come to the Wuji Sect, which was simply abominable.
Seeing the cold eyes all around him, and no one paying attention to him at all, the monk suddenly looked at Mu Jiuling in panic.
Then his eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and he knelt down and begged Mu Jiuling.
"I was confused and driven by greed, which led to that incident.
After so many years, I have been regretting and blaming myself, but what happened has already happened and there is no chance to remedy it.
Please, sir, please forgive me for my mistakes back then.
If you need compensation, I can take out all my savings, and if it's not enough, I can get more.
As long as you let me go, you can get a huge amount of wealth, the amount is beyond imagination!"
Using wealth in exchange for his own life is the best way he can think of at the moment. He seems to think this method is effective, so his tone becomes more passionate and urgent.
Then he noticed that Mu Jiuling looked at him with strange eyes.
"Do you know how much you have to pay for revenge?"
Looking at the monk, Mu Jiuling said in a light tone.
"Every treasure belonging to the gods is authentic. Although I cannot know the specific quantity, I can tell you the volume of the treasure."
When Mu Jiuling said this, he pointed at the burning inheritance hall and said in an almost roaring tone: "The total number of those treasures is as high as five inheritance halls. Do you think I will value your savings?
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Hearing Mu Jiuling's answer, all the monks, including the Wuji Sect Leader, felt shocked.
No wonder Treasure House accepted Mu Jiuling's employment and traveled across two worlds to help him avenge him. It turned out that he paid such a huge price.
The treasure of the gods makes people excited just thinking about it.
Wuji Sect Master suddenly realized that the eyes he looked at the monks from Qianzhang Peak were full of dissatisfaction and murderous intent.
No wonder the other party chose to cooperate with Wuji Sect. It turns out that the real target is the treasures of these gods.
As long as they defeat the treasure house, they will be eligible to snatch these treasures and take over the territory of the treasure house.
The benefits promised to yourself are nothing compared to the possible gains.
The monk who had previously knelt down to beg for mercy and tried to exchange his wealth for his life was finally completely dumbfounded.
Just listening to Mu Jiuling's description, one can imagine what an amazing batch of treasures it was, but it turned out to be used by Mu Jiuling to hire treasure house monks just to break through the gate of Wuji Sect, and then kill himself with his own hands!
In this situation, how can one survive?
"Hehe...hehe..."
Looking at Mu Jiuling who wanted to eat him, the monk suddenly laughed, with indescribable madness and pride in his voice.
"I know, you will never let me go no matter what.
Then kill me, kill me immediately.
My life, in exchange for the lives of tens of thousands of people in your Baihe Sect, is not much money at all.
What a pity. Even if you kill me, your fellow disciples will never be able to live again.
Hahaha……"
The leader of the Wuji Sect frowned. This was clearly an attempt to provoke Mu Jiuling on purpose and might make things worse.
He was about to take action to kill the monk, but unexpectedly someone struck faster than him, it was the sect elder.
With a gentle palm, he smashed the monk's head, and then let the headless body fall to the ground.
Looking at Mu Jiuling in front of him, the elder's tone was calm, as if he was just chatting.
"When I die, all the past grudges and grudges will be wiped out, and we will no longer owe each other anything.
I, the Wuji Sect, have already paid a high price, and it will take me who knows how many years to recover from my injuries.
Don't stress how many of you have died. Tens of thousands of monks put together are no match for hundreds of monks. This is not a glorious thing.
Not killing them all only shows that you are too weak and cannot blame others."
When the elder said this, he raised his head and looked at the sect that had lived for nearly a thousand years, with a trace of emotion and nostalgia in his eyes.
Then he raised his palm and patted his head.
With one palm strike, his spirit and soul were destroyed, and all kinds of grievances came to an end.
Mu Jiuling stared blankly at the corpse in front of him, the sinister smile on his face gradually disappeared, and then turned into uncontrollable horror, and he cried loudly and unbridled.