Chapter 129 Ten Thousand Immortals Conference
Murong Ji frowned slightly. With so many people, it was really a bit tricky. He glanced at Xu Zhu and Duan Yu. The presence of these two people reduced the pressure a little.

"Who are you? Come out and see me."

The next moment, the torches gradually lit up and slowly gathered into a fire dragon. The flames illuminated the surroundings, reflecting the densely packed crowd, which made Murong Ji gasp.

There are really too many of these people!

A rough count showed that there were about a thousand people. Even if he treated them like pigs, he could not kill them all by himself.

Not only that, it can also consume yourself to death.

What's more, these people are all martial artists, and they all have some internal strength.

Murong Ji looked up at the woods above. There were figures standing on some of the trees to prevent them from escaping using light skills.

In this situation, I can still escape, and Xu Zhu and Duan Yu should be able to escape as well, but this is the end of Tong Piaoyun and Wang Yuyan.

"bump!"

A dull sound was heard, and in front of Murong Ji, a square tripod appeared. It was half the size of a human and extremely heavy.

"Hey, who are you? Why are you interfering with our grand event? Just hand over those two beauties to me and kowtow to me a few hundred times, and maybe I will let you go."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure slowly crawled out of the cauldron.

The firelight was dim and I couldn't see the man's face clearly. I could only see that he was a "half" person.

dwarf!

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he seemed to know who these people were.

His face darkened, he clasped his fists and stepped forward, "I am Gusu Murong Ji, nice to meet you all."

"Bang!" The man fell back into the cauldron. "Who? Mu, Murong Ji?!!!" The voice was a little flustered and trembling.

The next moment, the square tripod rose from the ground, and the person inside was controlling the tripod to run away. Murong Ji's pupils shrank. This method of controlling the weapon was truly exquisite!
He took a sudden step forward, light steps, chasing after him while slapping him with his palm.

"bump!"

The palm of great compassion smashed on the square tripod.

"Buzz!"

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out of the cauldron, and the cauldron was forced to the ground again by the palm force.

The next moment, Murong Ji's figure appeared on the square tripod, with his feet on both sides of the tripod. He looked down and saw that it was pitch black inside the tripod. He reached out his hand to grab a person with the Tianshan Zhemei Hand.

He found his neck and vital points and pulled him out of the cauldron alive.

By the light of the fire, I saw that it was indeed him! Lord Sang Tu!

"Haha, it's you!!" He knew where this was, the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference! Murong Ji smiled gently, but the strength in his hands increased a bit.

"Hoo~Hoo~ Sir~ Spare my life..."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly, and he glanced at the people around him. So, Zhuo Bufan and the others are here too? ! !
"Hahaha, who was I thinking? It turns out to be an old friend! Everyone, I really missed you the day we parted."

Murong Ji shouted loudly, using his inner strength to transmit the sound, which spread in all directions. He wanted to tell those people that they were friends, not enemies.

Even if Zhuo Bufan and others turn against me, I can find them as long as I give the orders!
Otherwise, it will take some time for the message to be delivered.

The strength in his hand tightened again, Sang Tugong's face turned blue and purple, and he was about to suffocate to death. He pulled Murong Ji's hand tightly, but he became increasingly powerless.

Murong Ji took a look at the atmosphere around him. It was no longer as serious as before. Discussions gradually became more aroused, and Murong Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if there is a conflict, these people will not all take action. Then, if Zhuo Bufan and others are forced out, the crisis will be resolved naturally.

He threw Sang Tugong to the ground and watched him gasping for breath. After he regained some strength, he immediately knelt in front of Murong Ji, not daring to move.

Murong Ji was a little surprised. This guy... Was he that scary? Or did the Child-Grandma of Tianshan tame them?
His eyes swept over Tong Piaoyun, full of inquiry.

But he said nothing, his eyes fixed on the endless crowd.

He exhaled slowly. In this situation, it would be difficult to find Zhuo Bufan and others. He looked down at Sang Tugong and had some ideas in mind.

[They are a little afraid of me.]

He glanced at Tong Piaoyun again. This old witch was looking at him with burning eyes. After a short exchange of glances, he knew what she meant.

Retracting his gaze, Murong Ji glanced around coldly, "Zhuo Bufan! How long are you going to hide!"

The sounds around them gradually faded away, and they realized something was wrong.

After more than ten breaths in silence, Murong Ji's face darkened and he summoned his inner strength, "What? Do you want me to invite you out in person?!"

The rumbling sound spread in all directions, searching the soul and transmitting the sound!
Several people on the tree fell down with a thud. The people around them who were nearby were bleeding from all seven orifices and were obviously seriously injured.

Murong Ji glanced around and saw some commotion in the crowd. Soon, someone came out.

"We are here to greet Master Murong. We didn't know you were coming. Please forgive us for not welcoming you."

Murong Ji took a look around and saw a group of eight people, including Zhuo Bufan and Lord Sang Tu.

Behind them, there were many good players, some of whom he was familiar with, and some of whom he had never seen before. The one who caught his attention was Zuo Zimu.

And the woman standing next to him, not too far away.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. He could probably guess who this woman was: Xin Shuangqing, the head of the Western Sect of the Wuliang Sword Sect.

Murong Ji squatted down on the tripod, trying to see their expressions. "What are you going to do? Attack Lingjiu Palace?!"

The voice sounded a little cold. After these people walked out of the crowd, they no longer posed a threat. There were about a hundred of them, and although it was impossible to kill them all, it would be possible to kill most of them.

By then, no one will be able to stabilize people's hearts and minds, and they will use numbers to consume themselves. They will just be a group of rabble and pose no threat at all.

Naturally, I will be impolite when speaking.

Zhuo Bufan subconsciously exhaled, "Master Murong, we dare not disobey your orders, but we have a hard time expressing our grievances."

"The Child-Father of Tianshan has planted a life-and-death talisman in our bodies. We have never been able to find an antidote. On the 15th of every month, we can only suffer. We wait... we wait..."

Murong Ji stood up and glanced at Tong Piaoyun. He remembered that the solution to the Life and Death Talisman was the Tianshan Six Yang Palm, right?

Of the twenty meridians in the human body, except the Ren and Du meridians, all others are nine yin and nine yang.

He has learned a lot these days. Tong Piaoyun told him that this palm technique only has nine styles, but that is not the case.

If I hadn't seen the murals in her practice room, I would have been fooled by her.

Tianshan Six Yang Palm, "six" represents the number two Yang in the Book of Changes. To be precise, it should be called Tianshan Yin Yang Palm.

There are nine Yin and Yang moves, a total of eighteen moves. One palm is extremely cold, and the other palm is extremely hot.

It is somewhat similar to the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Each palm strikes one meridian, but it is divided into yin and yang, cold and burning.

(End of this chapter)