2962 A life for a life (1)

Mu Jiuling was stunned when she saw the suicide attack from the Infinity sect cultivator. Then, she started to laugh.

“Come on, all of you!

I remember clearly the people who destroyed the White River sect. Ask them to atone for their sins with their lives!”

Mu Jiuling looked around, her eyes full of anticipation, and shouted at the sect master.

Seeing mu Jiuling like this, the Infinity sect cultivators gritted their teeth, but they could only remain silent.

don’t worry, they will all come. Even if some of them don’t want to come, I will catch them and bring them to you!

The sect master’s tone was calm, and his expression became colder. Since he had made up his mind, he wouldn’t hesitate.

In order to protect the everlasting sect, what did a little sacrifice matter?

Hearing the Wuji sect master’s reply, mu Jiuling smiled even more happily and gestured for them to start.

The surrounding Infinity sect cultivators could feel their sect leader’s determination and were prepared to compromise.

The expressions of the everlasting sect cultivators hiding in the crowd became ugly. They knew that they couldn’t escape this.

No matter who they were or how important they were, they couldn’t be compared to the survival of the everlasting sect.

Although he didn’t want to stand out, he had nowhere to run under the eyes of so many people.

In the end, he could only brace himself and approach mu Jiuling. However, his heart was extremely heavy.

“Hahaha, fellow Daoists of the everlasting sect, I apologize for dragging you down today.

Today, I will leave without a trace of dust. All the grudges of the past should be written off.

If I have the chance in my next life to embark on the path of cultivation, I hope that when my fellow sect members meet me, they can help me!”

A rough-looking cultivator said goodbye to the everlasting sect’s cultivators and walked towards mu Jiuling.

“You brat from the White River sect, don’t think that you’re bearing a blood feud. We cultivators all deserve to die.

In the cultivation world, the law of the jungle was a common thing. Which sect did not have their hands stained with blood during their rise to power?

Your White River sect is bullying others, so it’s only natural for us to destroy your sect. What makes you think that we’re wronged?

Today, you’ll avenge White River sect, and another day, there will be cultivators to collect the debt for my everlasting sect. Don’t think you can avoid it, it’s just a matter of time.”

Mu Jiuling just sneered. He couldn’t hear anything else. He only knew that the cultivator in front of him had indeed participated in the massacre of the sect back then.

‘Damn b * stard, if it wasn’t for my lack of strength, I wouldn’t have let him live for so long!’

After the cultivator finished speaking, he controlled his Natal Dharma Treasure and hit his head hard.

“I can only take my own life. I don’t need anyone else to interfere!”

With a muffled sound, the burly cultivator’s brain burst open, but he fell into the dust with a smile on his face.

The magic weapon suspended in the air wailed, as if it was sending off its master, and then suddenly exploded.

This magic treasure had a spirit, and after its owner died, it actually self-destructed and died with him.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding cultivators fell silent. Some cultivators even closed their eyes.

hahaha, this Qiu shengzi is indeed an impatient person. He’s always in a hurry to do anything, even if he’s going to die!

With a burst of laughter, the two cultivators floated down and stopped beside the body of the burly cultivator.

A white-robed cultivator took out a large wine pot from his waist and poured half of it on the ground.

“This is the flag Ridge gods nectar. You once said that you wanted to have a taste, but you never had the chance.

This time, we brothers passed by flag Ridge and specially made this pot so that you can have a taste.

It’s a pity that you don’t have the Fortune to drink it. If you can’t drink it in this life, you can only wait until your next life.”

The white-robed cultivator sighed and raised the wine pot. He raised his head and poured the rest of the wine into his mouth.

The black-robed cultivator next to him didn’t say a word. He was like a hard rock.

The white-robed cultivator threw down the wine pot and looked at the black-robed cultivator.

“Brother, we’ve been in the Infinity sect for three hundred and sixty years, and this is the only thing we’ve done.

They want us to pay with our lives, so we can’t act shamelessly. The debt we owe still has to be paid.

However, if there is a next life, we will still be brothers. You must not forget that you have an older brother.”

The black-clothed cultivator’s mouth twitched and he said softly, ” “Hurry up, Qiu shengzi is on the way, I’m afraid he can’t wait.”

The white-robed cultivator nodded with a smile. Then, he slowly sat on the ground and began to sing softly.

“Trampling thousands of mountains, traveling thousands of miles, the road of cultivation is long.

Although the morning wind and night dew are light, who knows the bitter taste of ice?

To be free, to seek freedom, mortals all said that immortal cultivation was good.

However, he didn’t know that the heavenly Dao was a difficult path, and a thousand years of hard work was gone in an instant.

It was better to have wine and tea friends as companions in the world of laughter and curses.

Looking back once in a hundred years, I’m as happy as an immortal.”

The song was melodious and deep, with a unique rhythm. It was a tune that cultivators often sang.

As the white-robed cultivator sang, his voice became lower and lower. It turned out that he had already shattered his soul without a sound.

This was a great pain that even cultivators couldn’t bear. However, the white-robed cultivator didn’t show any signs of pain at all.

The surrounding cultivators couldn’t help but be slightly moved.

The black-robed cultivator was the same. He had fallen without a sound.

From the beginning to the end, the two cultivators did not pay attention to mu Jiuling at all. It was obvious that they did not take him seriously.

Most of the cultivators were prideful. Although they had died because of mu Jiuling, they looked down on his behavior.

In the name of revenge, he acted like a hoodlum. Although he was forced and helpless, one could see mu Jiuling’s pattern.

Born in a small sect, his style of doing things was extreme and petty, destined to be difficult to achieve great things.

As the three cultivators committed suicide, more and more Infinity sect cultivators came to mu Jiuling.

Some of them laughed out loud, some of them roared in anger, but none of them chose to run away.

The surroundings were completely silent. Whether it was in the sky or on the ground, all the cultivators had their eyes on this place.

In the face of righteousness, these Infinity sect cultivators could calmly die, making the surrounding cultivators sigh.

The cultivators who had looked down on the Infinity sect changed their minds. Although the cultivators of this sect were mixed, many of them still had the courage to take responsibility.

The cultivators who participated in the White River sect’s massacre continued to commit suicide to appease mu Jiuling’s hatred in exchange for the everlasting sect’s safety.

However, there were still some cultivators who were unwilling to die like this and wanted to escape under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

How could the sect master allow that? he wouldn’t let a participant go and cause the cultivators of the other sects to die in vain.

Every time a cultivator tried to escape, he would personally capture them and throw them in front of mu Jiuling.

Mu Jiuling did not refuse anyone. As long as he confirmed that they were his enemies, he would curse them to death without hesitation.

Before they knew it, hundreds of cultivators had fallen on the square in front of mu Jiuling.

Their strength varied, and their reputations varied, but their souls had all dissipated and they had all become cold corpses.

“So many have died, is that enough?”

The sect master of the everlasting sect looked at mu Jiuling and asked in a cold tone.

Mu Jiuling shook his head and sneered, ” “The cultivators who died here were indeed the murderers back then, but why aren’t there any real culprits who started this?

Just because he has a special identity and is the descendant of a sect elder, you’re going to choose to protect him?”

Mu Jiuling looked at the sect master of Wuji sect, her mouth full of mockery. If the main culprit was not killed, what was the point of this revenge?

The sect master of the everlasting sect suddenly laughed and met mu Jiuling’s mocking gaze. He said in an emotionless tone, ” “It’s because of them that the Infinity sect suffered this disaster. I actually want to kill them more than you do.

Cover up? How is that possible?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a cultivator hiding in the crowd was directly imprisoned and thrown at mu Jiuling.

An elder of the everlasting sect’s expression changed and he subconsciously wanted to help.

Who knew that just as he made his move, he suffered a heavy blow from behind and fell limply to the ground.

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