Muyan was worried in her heart, but she didn't show it at all on her face, she only frowned slightly disgusted and said: "These old guys are really too noisy, they irritated my ears."
As she said that, Tianmoqin appeared in front of her out of thin air.
It didn't take long for the melodious sound of the piano to overwhelm the shouts of Jiuli Envoy.
The people in the Lower District could not help but let out a relaxed laugh.
Just now they were all staring straight at the other side of the "painting", but now they gathered together in twos and threes, and only occasionally glanced at the embarrassed Jiuli Envoy over there.
Some people even got together and whispered, discussing in low voices which of the nine is uglier or more embarrassing.
Chu Moli glanced at Muyan, the corners of his lips twitched.
There was a touch of blood on the fingertips of the fingers pressing on the page.
He slowly turned another page.
The "relaxed and comfortable" atmosphere here finally made Jiuli on the other side of the "painting" collapse and despair.
They realized that Chu Moli really only allowed one of them to survive.
He didn't even care if one of them survived.
But, this one really has the ability to kill them.
Over the past ten thousand years, they have been aloof, able to control the entire Jiuli tribe, and can make the life of high-level monks who have entered the [Liangyi Decapitating Barrier] worse than death.
They are not afraid of everyone in this side of the world.
But only this seemingly weak young man years ago was an existence they could never overcome.
The burning flames on their bodies, the vultures hovering in the sky, and the unreachable moon far away in the sky remind them of their identities all the time.
No matter how high they climbed or how many lives they controlled, they were all slaves!
It belongs to Chu Moli alone and can never be betrayed [Jiuli Slave]!
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The first person to attack was Li Yan.
He was in the middle of the wooden bridge, and behind him was Li Hong, who had already had one leg burned off.
Li Yan jumped up suddenly and kicked Li Hong hard on the head.
This foot contains powerful divine power.
Ordinary people's whole heads would be shattered into powder after being kicked down.
Li Hong screamed, his whole body shook violently, and almost fell off the bridge.
"Old Jiu, what are you doing?!"
Li Hong's shiny green eyes were stained crimson, showing a fierce look, "Old Seven, don't blame me, I just want to live!"
After finishing speaking, a whip suddenly appeared in his hand, and he whipped towards Li Hong fiercely.
card!
There was the sound of bones breaking.
Li Hong let out a scream, his hands hang down feebly, and his spine bends a bit.
He couldn't hold on to the wooden bridge anymore, and fell towards the magma below.
And Li Yan's action was like turning on a switch.
Because of the involvement of various interests, the envoys of Jiuli, who have been called brothers for tens of thousands of years, finally lifted the veil of brotherly love at this moment, revealing their selfish and cruel true colors.
On the narrow wooden bridge, the battle broke out.
As time goes by, their cultivation will be weakened more in the [Decree of Gods and Ghosts].
Therefore, this battle does not look like nine immortals fighting at all.
It was more like nine hooligans fighting hand-to-hand with their hair pulled.
One by one, people were either thrown into the magma or hit to the point.
The people in the lower district couldn't even care about chatting, they all looked dumbfounded and terrified.
Only Chu Moli, who was reading the script, and Muyan, who was playing the piano, were still immersed in their own world.
It seems to be unaware of what happened on the other side of the "painting".