Surrender, or die!

Both are choices that cult monks resist.

Although the leader and deputy leader are dead, and the great protector is also alive and dead, they are used to being unorganized, so how can they be restrained.

I saw a man holding a bow calling out: "Brothers, we must unite as one. There are so many of us. If we really fight, they will definitely suffer heavy casualties."

"Yes, we will never surrender, let us go..."

Hearing the shouts, Miao Jingjing's eyebrows stood up, she immediately burst out with momentum, and said coldly: "Do you really think you can defeat the powerful God Refiner with just a large number of people? It's ridiculous."

The man with a flowery arm said warily: "We are here entirely under the orders of the leader, and we have no intention of going against you. As long as you are willing to let us go, I will be very grateful."

"Yes, it's all because of the leader and them. We had to do this as a last resort. Now that they are dead, we don't have to listen to their threats and orders. You can just let us go."

Hundreds of people agreed in unison, with the general idea of ​​letting us go or causing both sides to suffer losses.

Miao Jingjing's beautiful eyes were stunned. How could she be threatened by a group of minions, let alone a fifth-grade magic weapon?

Just when she was about to kill someone to establish her authority, Ning Tao stopped him with a smile and said evilly: "Don't worry, let me come, watch carefully, what is meant by a sword without bloodshed, and what is a strategy."

Under Miao Jingjing's doubts, Ning Tao suddenly turned around and looked at the cult monks, and said coldly: "I have offended the witch cult and still want to leave. Are you thinking too much?"

One sentence expresses the attitude of witchcraft.

The villagers in the ancestral hall were excited and shouted hello. Their witch sect was not a place where anyone could come just as they wanted.

If they really escape, it will be a disaster.

Su Qian, Hua Linglong, Tong Yaqian, and Cheng Ba, who had the highest level of cultivation, all protected everyone to avoid sneak attacks.

The man with the bow and others were shocked. Hundreds of people were ready in an instant. Their killing skills honed in the mountains were very strong.

Even when they thought they were going to fight a bloody battle, Ning Tao's face suddenly changed from dark clouds to sunny, and he rubbed his chin and said: It would be a pity to kill so many people."

The flower-armed man felt uneasy and said angrily: "What on earth do you want to do? If you want to fight, we can leave if you want to."

When Ning Tao heard this, he smiled slightly, turned his hands, and two strange things appeared like magic.

The left hand is a pale white elixir with fairy mist, and the right hand is a third-grade tiger-headed scimitar.

The man with the flowery arm and others all stared straight at him. How did he do it? Hundreds of people couldn't figure it out even after racking their brains.

At this time, Ning Tao suddenly smiled at the man with the flowery arm and said, "Do you know what these two things in my hand are?"

Hearing this, the latter subconsciously took a step back, hesitated for a moment and blurted out: "A pill and a weapon. What, does this make any difference?"

"Of course it's different, and there's a big difference. This elixir is a magical elixir that can transform people and can cure hundreds of poisons. And this weapon is a legendary... magic weapon!"

"A complete third-grade magic weapon can at least increase your strength several times," Ning Tao said with a smile.

Magic elixir, magic weapon!

Hundreds of people shrank their pupils and looked suspicious. Although they all knew about these two things, they had forgotten their magic.

I saw an old monk wondering: "I don't know what you mean, Witch Master. You can't just let us appreciate it, right?"

Ning Tao grinned and said seductively: "Of course not. My goal is to revive the witchcraft religion, and these two things can do it, but there is a problem in terms of manpower."

"You also said that you are all former witches. If you surrender to me, you will go home. Unlike that evil leader, I am very kind. At least I can distinguish rewards and punishments."

Um?

The old monk narrowed his eyes and said tentatively: "If you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly, and there is no need to show off."

The man holding the bow also said coldly: "I think his purpose is to make us surrender, and he is trying different ways to fool us."

After hearing what the two said, Ning Tao said playfully: "That's right, you must surrender to me no matter what today."

As soon as this statement came out, hundreds of people looked angry.

"It's just that not all of you are what I want. Just like those who kill my witchcraft people, they must die. The rest, as long as they have merit, I will reward them."

"The premise is that if your heart is towards my witchcraft, you are a real person, and you have made great contributions, I will reward you with elixirs, magic weapons, and even Taoism. I will not lie."

"This is the benefit of surrendering to me, and more."

The old monk and the others' expressions darkened, and they sneered in their hearts, but they still tried every means to make them surrender, but was this possible?

Seeing the disdain on their faces, Ning Tao smiled lightly and said: "Before this, I want someone to test it, and prove that I am not lying to you, but giving you a way out." Test?

Everyone took a step back, wariness rising.

Ning Tao didn't care. He glanced around these people and finally placed it on the man's arm. He raised his eyebrows and said, "If I guess correctly, your arm is a kind of poison."

"Every time it's cloudy and rainy, I feel a dull pain, and sometimes my spiritual power is blocked. Am I right?"

As soon as these words came out, the man with the flowery arm and most of the others turned pale at the same time, because they all knew about this.

The flower-armed man scratched his neck and said: "It is so, so what if it is not, what do you want to do?"

Ning Tao tossed the elixir and played with the taste: "This elixir can cure you. No, its potion can save you. But I think you are more pleasing to the eye, so I will reward you with it all."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the elixir towards the man with the flowery arm.

The latter grabbed it subconsciously, and hundreds of people's eyes were watching at the same time, and many people whispered to him to be careful.

The face of the flower-armed man changed. He glanced at the confident Ning Tao and Miao Jingjing, and he actually gritted his teeth and swallowed it.

The old monk and others were shocked, and they quickly took three steps back. They took out their weapons out of caution and became tense.

The elixir melts immediately in the mouth, flowing through the eight meridians of the limbs, nourishing the bones and flesh, the arms seem to be opened up, the once extremely comfortable feeling returns, and finally the medicinal power gathers in the Dantian...

"Bang!"

A burst of momentum actually climbed up. The man with the flowery arm was originally an advanced Qi practitioner, but this effort allowed him to climb to the top!

"Hi~!"

Hundreds of people were shocked. In just a short period of time, they broke through the bottleneck and reached the peak of Qi refining.

This...how is this possible?

How did he do it? Horrible?

But the old monk glanced at the flower arm intentionally, but his pupils suddenly shrank, and the flower arm faded and gradually disappeared.

That strange poison was really forced back!

When Ning Tao saw this, he smiled calmly, threw down the third-grade tiger head sword in his hand, and stuck it right in front of the man with the flowery arm.

He said confidently: "If you want to surrender to me, use this magical weapon to kill a sinner, the sinner who just shot and killed the civilians of my witch sect, and use his blood to wash away your past sins."

The words echoed faintly, making everyone's hair stand on end.

After a moment, the flower-armed man opened his eyes, and a ray of light flashed through his eyes, and he looked at the tiger-headed sword at his feet.
Chapter completed!