Chapter 182 I, Murong Fu, don’t eat beef!

"Murong Fu, you are crazy! You are making an enemy of the Ming Cult!"

"You are so arrogant! We would rather die than be your dogs!"

"Murong Fu, do you think that you can do whatever you want just because you are good at martial arts?"

Everyone was now very determined and started shouting and cursing.

"Sorry, it's true that people with high martial arts skills can do whatever they want!" Murong Fu sneered, "It seems that you don't have a clear understanding of your current situation!"

"It's okay, it will calm you down!"

As Murong Fu spoke, he pinched his fingers and the snow on the ground flew into Murong Fu's hands and quickly gathered into a snowball.

This skill of capturing a dragon and controlling a crane made everyone's eyes shrink.

Then, Murong Fu clasped his hands together, and the snowball in his hand began to boil with hot steam, then turned into a water ball.

But in an instant, the water ball turned into ice flakes.

It is the talisman of life and death.

Jiumozhi was surprised and asked, "Is this the Taoist method of 'harvesting ice'?"

Tong Lao said: "Yes, the principle is the use of yin and yang energy, but you use it so casually, which is much better than me."

As Murong Fu's martial arts improved, his life and death talisman also surpassed that of Tianshan Tonglao.

The power of his life and death talisman has also been enhanced, making it more difficult to unlock.

Even if the Child-Fairy of Tianshan knew the solution, it would still be difficult for her to untie the life and death talisman planted by Murong Fu.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Murong Fu raised his hand, and one after another, life and death talismans shot out and penetrated into the bodies of everyone.

Malzai and others immediately changed color, screamed in pain, and felt pain and itchiness on their bodies.

Murong Fu even deliberately untied their acupuncture points so that they could scratch their itch.

And they really started to scratch, but the more they scratched, the more itchy it became, and the more painful it became, as if they had fallen into hell.

It wasn't long before those with weak willpower were exposed.

"Please spare my life, Master Murong, I am willing to be your dog!" The first one to surrender was Fang Yue.

This middle-aged girl can't bear any hardship at all.

"Please spare my life. I am willing to be your dog!"

"Be a dog, be a dog!"

With the first person surrendering, the rest of the weak-willed people no longer had any psychological burden and chose to be dogs.

Murong Fu took a look and saw that the first group of people who chose to surrender were Fang Yue, Peacock King Didana, Sima Yong, Gu Chao, Huang Qing, Meng Wangfei, Huangfu Chen, and Zeng Zhujian.

They obviously did not have any amazing willpower, or their willpower was about the same as that of the heroes of Dongdao Island, and they could not bear the death talisman.

"You are a teachable kid. Bark twice and I will relieve your itch." Murong Fu conducted an obedience test.

"Woof woof!" This time, Didana took the lead in imitating a dog's barking.

This Persian woman was quite beautiful and had great martial arts skills. When Murong Fu and others attacked her, she was able to fight back with the Peacock Palm, although it was of little use.

But her willpower was really weak, and once she tasted the Life and Death Talisman, she couldn't bear it.

"Wang Wang!"

The others also began to bark like dogs.

For a while, the dogs kept barking.

Murong Fu laughed out loud.

Malzai glared at Didana viciously, tickling her and cursing, "Didana, you have disgraced the Saint! Are you worthy of the Saint's cultivation with such behavior?"

Didana said disdainfully: "The Saint is not a member of our Ming Cult. I was serving as the Treasure Tree King in Persia, but the Saint teamed up with the old man in the mountain to force us to surrender. What's the difference between being a dog for the Saint and being a dog for Murong Fu?"

Didana's words contained so much information that the top leaders of the Ming Cult from other factions were shocked.

What, the Saint is not from the Ming Cult? What is that old man in the mountain?
It seems that there is a big secret inside the Persian Ming Cult!

"Shut up! If you reveal the secret of the saint, you will die without a burial place!" said Malzai.

"Live as long as you can. You are just a poor creature who covets the beauty of the Saint and has been bewitched by her!" Didana cursed and crawled at Murong Fu's feet again, "Woof woof, my Lord, stop the itch for me! I will tell you everything about the Saint!"

"This boy is teachable. You can all be pardoned!" Murong Fu said as he removed the life and death talismans for those barking people.

They all knelt on the ground. Even though they were not as flattering as Didana, they did not dare to confront Murong Fu.

The ones who resisted stubbornly were the Precious Elephant King Malzai and the White Tiger King Song Yu.

There were also Lin Zhaoxi and Ba Xuanshi, who also gritted their teeth and held on.

"You guys are really courageous!" Murong Fu said grimly.

"Murong Fu, you succeeded in a sneak attack, which is not a big deal! If you have the guts, let me go. My Crescent Sword Skills will not be defeated by you!" Malzai was also a little clever and used a provocation.

"I don't eat beef." Murong Fu said.

"What do you mean?"

Malzai quickly understood.

Murong Fu suddenly stretched out his finger and poked Malzai's forehead. The energy of One Yang Finger penetrated into Malzai's limbs and bones. Malzai immediately bled from all his orifices and died.

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

Even Tong Lao and Li Qiu Shui were shocked by Murong Fu's cruelty. Jiumozhi secretly chanted Amitabha in his heart.

"What about you?" Murong Fu asked again, "I just like to kill people with backbone!"

Lin Zhaoxi and Ba Xuanshi said in unison: "Woof woof woof!"

Death is the only hard thing in the world. Seeing the death of the Baoxiang King, who was more skilled than himself, so tragically, the White Tiger King Song Yu's face twisted, and he finally uttered a cry: "Woof!"

"He who knows the current affairs is a hero. Very good!" Murong Fu said as he stopped the life and death talismans for the three people and untied the acupuncture points.

No matter whether these people were convinced by Murong Fu in their hearts or not, they all appeared to be convinced, and at least they did not dare to act rashly in the short term.

Just like the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands under the seat of Tong Lao, they dared to resist only after being oppressed for many years.

"Master, I have information to present." Didana said to Murong Fu flatteringly, "In fact, the Saint..."

"No need to say more." Murong Fu waved his hand and said, "The Saint and I have a life-long friendship. She told me this a long time ago. You just need to bring Malzai's body back to Bright Summit and hide it."

"He's already dead. What's the use of a dead person?" Didana asked in surprise.

"Sometimes, the dead are more useful than the living." Murong Fu said, "You guys go back to Guangmingding and keep everything the same. Didana, you are responsible for monitoring Song Yu, and Song Yu, you are responsible for monitoring Fang Yue."

"For every traitor you find, report to me secretly and I can unlock ten life and death charms for you."

Murong Fu was also very cunning. He asked the people of the Ming Cult in Persia to monitor the people of the Ming Cult in Fuzhou, asked the people of the Ming Cult in Fuzhou to monitor the people of the Ming Cult in the Western Regions, and asked the people of the Ming Cult in the Western Regions to monitor the people of the Ming Cult in Persia.

The three parties are originally different factions, and now that they know they are being monitored by the other party, they will naturally be as honest as possible.

"Yes!"

Everyone was completely convinced. Murong Fu's words created a chain of suspicion among all of them.

Afterwards, Murong Fu returned to Guangmingding, but secretly ordered Duan Yanqing and Jiumozhi to closely monitor the movements of these high-level officials.

He had already learned that something big would happen at the Ming Cult's sacrificial ceremony nine days later.

As long as we can ensure that these people don't dare to act rashly at that time, it will be enough.

However, early the next morning, Murong Fu was blocked at the door by the saint.

But he saw that the saint was wearing a red dress, which was seductive and sexy, especially the towering figure in front was amazing.

White!
Big!
round!
The saint looked at Murong Fu with seductive eyes, as if she wanted to eat him up in one bite.

As a veteran in the world of women, Murong Fu knew at a glance that the saint was being horny!

(End of this chapter)