After a series of struggles, they finally realized.
The young man in front of him was indeed just a cripple with low cultivation.
But he didn't need cultivation at all to deal with himself and the others. He only needed a painting to wipe out their entire army without any resistance.
Chu Moli casually flipped through a page of the storybook, and said lightly, "Sorry, you misidentified me, I'm not your master, I'm just a cripple."
Ba Xiaoshuang couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Just now, the envoy of Jiuli refused to recognize Chu Moli as the master, and wanted to kill him.
Now it's the other way around.
In the eyes of Litian and the others, there was intense unwillingness and resentment, but the pain from the burning flames and the fear of losing their vitality made them have to lower their heads and seek that glimmer of life.
"Little master, I didn't mean to betray you on purpose. We waited for you for so long that we couldn't see any hope. In the end, we had no choice but to betray you!"
"We thought you would never be born!"
"Little master, do you want to go back? Leave us a dog's life, and I will swear to protect you back!"
Chu Moli turned another page of the storybook, without raising his head, he said, "Go on, let's see if you have a reason to convince me."
"ah!!"
Some time ago, Li Hong was seriously injured in the fight with Li Weiran and Muyan.
And maintaining the figure on this wooden bridge is not simply a matter of hugging, but it will consume the only remaining divine power in the body.
Unable to support himself, Li Hong swayed downwards.
His left foot fell into the magma, and there was a snort immediately, and his entire leg was burned clean.
Li Hong climbed up desperately, and threw the elixir in his hand into his mouth as if he didn't want a spar, so that he was not completely swallowed by the magma.
But this time, the envoys of Jiuli were almost scared out of their wits.
"Little master, your root bone is only in your twenties, and you must have not received all the inherited skills. Don't you want to know what happened back then?"
With these words, Chu Moli finally looked away from the script and raised his head.
He looked at the nine people who were struggling to survive with great interest, and thoughtfully said: "Do you all remember what happened ten thousand years ago?"
"Remember, remember, clearly, I haven't forgotten any details!!"
Seeing that there was hope, Jiuli envoys nodded frantically, fearing that if it was a moment later, Chu Moli would look down at his script again.
Chu Mo Liqu tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers, nodded and said, "I'm really interested in this news. But since the nine of you remember everything clearly, there's no need for all of you to stay."
"How about it!" He pointed to the bright moon in the sky, with a warm and gentle smile on his face, "According to the unique rules of our Chu family, whoever can [climb the moon] first in the [Decree of Gods and Ghosts] succeeds, It means that the crime does not warrant death. However, there is only one place."
"little Master!!!"
"Little master, you can't treat us like this, we have guarded you for thousands of years!!"
But Chu Moli ignored them, lowered his head and continued to focus on the storybook, gently twisting a page of paper with his pale and sickly fingers, turning a deaf ear to the roars of the envoys of Jiuli.
At this moment, others only saw Chu Moli's "Gods block and kill gods and Buddhas block and kill Buddha".
But Muyan saw at a glance that the hidden curse power in Third Senior Brother's body had started to collapse again.
It's hard for him to play psychological games with the nine old beasts with a blank face under such severe pain.