Chapter 338 The Real Murderer
To be honest, Wujue hasn't seen Wushao for many years. He contacted him in a hurry as soon as he came back this time, and he didn't know how he was doing now.
On the other side, Wu Shao's situation was not as good as Wu Jue's. He was being besieged by a group of righteous monks, and the team he had assembled with great difficulty was either dead or injured.
Seeing that they were all about to die, Wushao simply released the spiritual poison without caring anything.
His spiritual poison was so powerful that once the monks came into contact with it, they would fall to the ground instantly, with their faces turning pale and their lips turning purple.
Upon seeing this, the other monks immediately took a few steps back in fear.
It was these few steps they took back that gave Wu Shao the opportunity. He broke through the obstacles in the first possible moment and quickly escaped from there.
Wu Shao's disciples and subordinates also hurriedly followed him away, but Wu Shao ignored them. Those who were capable could catch up with Wu Shao's speed, but those who were not were stopped by the monks and died in their hands.
By the time Wushao and his group found a safe place to stop and rest, there were only a dozen people left following him.
You know, at the beginning, there were hundreds of people surrounding Wushao.
"Master, what should we do now? The entire cultivation world is now besieging us. Once we go out and show our faces, those spiritual practitioners will surround us first." The tall young man came close to Wushao and said with a sad tone.
The expressions of the others were not very good either, and they were all worried about their future.
They all gathered around Wushao because of their own interests. Now Wushao has become a thorn in the eyes of the righteous monks, and they are also in trouble.
Many people no longer wanted to follow Wushao, and now they wanted to take advantage of Wushao's injury to part ways with him completely.
"Master, I have a way to preserve our bloodline. Why don't you listen to it?" One of the disciples suddenly spoke up.
Wushao raised his eyelids and glanced at him, as if signaling him to continue.
The disciple immediately said, "Why don't we all split up and choose a direction to go. Even if those spiritual practitioners find us, one of us can always escape to the evil cultivators' territory and live well there, and pass on our Lingdu Sect!"
As soon as these words were spoken, they were immediately agreed by several people.
They repeatedly praised the disciple for his good idea and looked like they wanted to leave right away.
Wu Shao looked at them coldly and said softly, "Do you all think that we should split up now and find our own way out?"
Several people shut up, and only the disciple who spoke first dared to continue speaking: "Master, your words are a bit harsh. We don't want to abandon you and find our own way to survive. We just think that if we walk together, we will be too conspicuous. If we walk separately, more people will survive."
He believed that what he said was right. Now Wu Shao had offended the righteous monks and was surrounded by spiritual practitioners, and was also injured.
If they continued to follow Wushao, they would definitely be discovered by the spiritual practitioners and captured.
If there was some affection between them, maybe the disciple would feel a little ashamed. But Wushao never cared about his disciples and only regarded them as consumables.
When he escaped just now, he didn't care about them at all and just ran away alone.
If they hadn't had some skills and had caught up with them, they would probably have become the dead souls killed by the swords of those spiritual practitioners.
Isn't it normal that Wu Shao is unjust and his disciples are unkind?
Wu Shao listened to the complaint that could not be hidden in his disciple's tone, and he said calmly: "Of course you can leave..."
Several disciples showed joy on their faces, and the leader immediately knelt down to Wushao: "Thank you, Master, for your help. We will say goodbye now!"
He kowtowed to Wushao and turned to leave.
The others followed the disciple's example and knelt down and kowtowed to Wushao.
But no one of them noticed that the disciple who had been standing next to Wushao and was the first to ask about the next plan was now looking at them with sarcasm in his eyes.
There was even a hint of pity in that man's eyes.
"You can leave, but you should return to me what you got from me." When several disciples were bowing their heads, these words were heard from above their heads.
Before they had time to figure out what this meant, they saw Wushao's big hand reaching out, and several tentacles emerged from his wrist and pierced straight into the back of the necks of those people.
The next second, they felt severe pain all over their bodies, and then their vitality quickly faded away.
The leading disciple immediately realized something was wrong and quickly knelt down and cried for mercy.
However, it was too late. Not long after, several mummies fell heavily to the ground, and the tentacles of the black-shouldered beast were retracted in time.
When the others saw this scene, they were so frightened that they trembled and didn't even dare to look at Wushao.
Wu Shao at the top looked much better, and the wounds on his body stopped bleeding.
He said softly to the young man beside him: "Well, after seeing their fate, are you afraid of me?"
The young man bowed and said, "Their lives were saved by the master. The master taught them the skills and provided them with food and clothing. But not only did they not think of repaying the master, they also betrayed the master. They should return their lives to the master."
This is not false. It was not easy for Wushao to accumulate power. He had no one to win over, so he specifically looked for people with average qualifications but high ambitions.
He would lend a helping hand to them when they were about to die, accept them as his disciples, and keep them by his side to teach them.
It is no exaggeration to say that the lives of everyone present were saved by Wushao.
Wu Shao thought in his heart that the young man was a smooth talker, but he showed an expression of approval on his face.
The other disciples were also calmed by the young man's words and no longer acted like frightened birds as they had just done.
Everyone settled down in this cave for the time being, and Wushao, who had recovered a little, finally had time to look at his own musical ruler.
When he saw Wu Jue's name light up, Wu Shao was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the other party had returned from the Senluo Realm so early.
However, Wu Shao did not agree with this. Wu Jue's cultivation was average, and he would definitely not be able to defeat Su Hai. The other party also provoked an evil cultivator ancestor.
Not only would he not be able to help himself if he stayed in the cultivation world, but he would also need Wu Shao to rescue him. So Wu Shao thought that it would be a good idea for Wu Fer to stay in the Senluo world for a while longer.
But the person had already returned, so he couldn't say much.
Wu Shao knew very well that it was his fault that Wu Fen was in this state. He owed Wu Fen something and should protect him.
These melancholy thoughts completely disappeared after Wu Shao saw the content of the message the other party sent him.
His eyes suddenly widened, and his hand holding the measuring stick almost crushed the instrument.
What does it mean that Su Hai is dead, and what does it mean that the real murderer is an immortal?
Wu Shao stood up suddenly, and under the fearful gazes of his disciples, he ordered, "Get up, let's go to Mingluo Island!"
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