After a series of struggles, they finally realized.

The young man in front of him is indeed just a cripple with a low level of cultivation.

But he didn't need cultivation to deal with his own people. He just needed a painting to wipe out them all without any resistance.

Chu Moli flipped a page of the storybook and said lightly: "Sorry, you recognized the wrong person. I am not your master, but just a cripple."

Ba Xiaoshuang couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Just now, Jiuli sent a life-and-death refusal to recognize Chu Moli as his master and wanted to kill him.

Now it's the opposite.

Li Tian and the others had strong unwillingness and resentment in their eyes, but the pain of burning flames and the fear of losing vitality forced them to lower their heads and seek that glimmer of hope.

"Little Master, I didn't mean to betray you. We have been waiting for you for a long time, so long that we couldn't see hope. In the end, we could only choose to betray you helplessly!"

"We thought you would never be born!"

"Little master, do you want to go back? Leave our life to the dog, and we are willing to protect you from returning to the death!"

Chu Moli turned over another page of the storybook and said without raising his head: "Continue, see if you have a reason to touch me."

"ah--!!"

Li Hong was seriously injured some time ago in a fight with Li Weiran and Mu Yan.

Keeping your body on this wooden bridge is not simply holding it, but it will consume the only remaining divine power in your body.

Li Hong couldn't hold on and shook his body down.

The left foot fell into the magma and a sneer suddenly sounded, and his whole leg was burned clean.

Li Hong climbed up desperately, throwing the elixir in his hand into his mouth like a crystal, and then he was not completely swallowed by the magma.

But this time, the Jiuli envoys were almost scattered.

"Little master, your root bone is only in your twenties, and you must have not received all the inheritance skills yet. Don't you want to know what happened back then?"

This sentence made Chu Moli finally move his eyes away from the verbal book and raise his head.

He looked at the nine people struggling to survive with interest, and said thoughtfully: "You all remember what happened ten thousand years ago?"

"Remember, remember, clearly, and never forget any details!!"

When Jiuli envoys saw that they had hope, they nodded wildly, fearing that Chu Moli would look down at his words again.

Chu Moli raised his fingers and tapped the armrest of the wheelchair and nodded, "I am indeed a little interested in this news. But since you nine of you remember it clearly, there is no need to stay all of them."

"Let's do it!" He pointed to the bright moon in the sky, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. "According to the unique rules of our Chu clan, whoever can succeed in [Pengyue] in the [God and Ghost Decree and Curse] means that sin will not die. However, there is only one place."

"Little Master!!!"

"Little master, you can't treat us like this. We have also guarded you for thousands of years!!"

Chu Moli ignored them anymore, lowered his head and continued to focus on the words book. His pale and somewhat sick fingers gently twisted a page of paper, turning a deaf ear to the roar of Jiuli's envoys.

At this moment, others only saw Chu Moli's "Divine Block, Kill God, Buddha Block, Kill Buddha".

But Mu Yan saw at a glance that the power of the curse hidden in the third brother's body had begun to collapse and backfire again.

It is hard for him to have a psychological game with nine old beasts in such severe pain.
Chapter completed!