Chapter 186: Burnt by Fire
He couldn't understand why? Why did the flames burning towards Murong Ji return?

With the Incense Burning Jade Technique, they have always been able to use the wind to assist the fire, and there has never been a time when they were blown back!
The disciples of Fenxiang Valley know how to control fire and even more so, they know how to control wind!

This attack disrupted his attack rhythm. He didn't have time to use the wind to avoid the flames, and the flames had already hit him.

"what!!!"

The endless flames seemed to have found an outlet, and in the blink of an eye, they burned him all over.

Time passes and things change. Give others what you would like them to give you.

The monk had strong vitality, and Murong was extremely afraid that he was not dead yet, so he went up and stabbed him directly in the heart with his sword.

The sticky blood sprayed on his face, which was a bit hot and painful. Without caring about anything else, Murong Ji plunged into the depths of the woods without looking back.

He looked back at the people who were chasing him, and felt relieved! If they left like this, he would have no way to deal with them!
Murong Ji landed, wiped a handful of blood on the leaves in front of him, and then disappeared into the tree canopy. He wanted to take a rest first, as the fire in Fenxiang Valley was burning him a little unbearable.

His true energy is almost exhausted now. If he doesn't slow down, he really won't be able to hold on any longer.

Murongji panted violently, then suppressed his heartbeat and breathing. Only then did he feel that his left arm was somewhat cool.

Glancing down, I saw that except for some burning pain in my skin, my muscles and bones had almost recovered.

He wasn't sure whether it was the Golden Elixir Method that was at work or the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Taoism itself that had such miraculous effects, and it was too late to study it now.

He heard the rustling of leaves and the remaining seven people were chasing him.

As expected, seven figures passed under the tree one after another. Murong Ji leaped down from the treetop and drew his bow and drew his arrow.

"No! There are no traces ahead!"

"Be careful! He's behind you!"

"call out!"

With a "puff" sound, there was the sound of an arrow piercing through the body. The huge force of the arrow carried the disciples of Fenxiang Valley flying backwards and nailed them to the tree.

"Ha, cough, cough, cough." The disciple coughed a few times, and what came out was all blood foam. He died in a few breaths.

The remaining six people were in a daze and their faces turned pale. In the blink of an eye, Murong Ji's figure appeared in front of them.

"Go back and report! They are the elite disciples of Qingyun Sect! We can't handle them! Go quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone reacted immediately. As soon as he moved his feet, Murong Ji shot an arrow and nailed the man to the tree trunk.

In the blink of an eye, only five of the six were left.

Everyone's face was a little terrified, and slowly, it turned into determination. The one closest to him suddenly rushed forward and stood in front of Murong Ji.

Murong Ji suddenly grinned at him with his teeth bared, with a look of fear on his face, which was quite creepy.

The next moment, Murong Ji grabbed him and used grappling techniques to remove his arms and weapons.

Tianshan plum-breaking hand!
Without waiting for the disciple to react, he sucked out most of his true energy along his meridians.

The disciples of Fenxiang Valley suddenly shuddered as their true energy was sucked away!
"Demon, Demon Cult?!!! You are a member of the Demon Cult!"

Murong Ji ignored it. The internal energy entered his body and he felt somewhat comfortable at first. But the next moment, the internal energy was so hot that it made his whole body spasm and his face twisted in pain.

It's like taking a mouthful of hot yellow rice, boiling it with cold water, and then swallowing it.

The temperature is so high that it can burn a person's stomach alive!
This is what the true Qi cultivated through the Incense Burning Jade Technique looks like.

The Qi gathered in his abdomen, wrapped around the golden elixir, and burned his lower abdomen with a rolling pain. It was not until it turned into Murong Ji's own Qi that it was relieved.

After a while, the disciples of Fenxiang Valley gathered around again.

A man came at him on the head with a hammer. Murong Ji got ruthless and kicked the weak disciple in front of him away.

Then he followed the disciple and strode forward.

"bump!"

"careful!"

The man saw that it was his own man and quickly put away his hammer. The next moment, he was met with a sword from Murong Ji that pierced through the heart of his fellow disciple in front of him.

This sword also pierced his heart.

Murong Ji swung the Tianwen Sword and cleaned away the two corpses and the bloodstains on it.

Turning his head to look at the remaining three people, Murong Ji at this moment was extremely oppressive, and for a moment the remaining three people dared not move.

"Junior brother, I think this is a misunderstanding. We were investigating the caravan that was killed by the barbarians, and you happened to see us..."

Murong Ji looked over with cold eyes. While recovering his strength, he was also thinking about how to kill the remaining three people.

"Ha, it turns out it was really a misunderstanding. I saw several senior brothers when I arrived, and I thought... Oh, what a mess! Come on, take me back to Fenxiang Valley, I will definitely apologize to Senior Uncle Yi Lan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji relaxed completely, jumped off the tree trunk, and walked towards the three people step by step.

reconciliation?

It has come to this point, talking about reconciliation? Nonsense!

These disciples had such fierce and fierce auras. Would they reconcile with such people? Impossible.

Being tough and sturdy does not mean having a fierce face or a tall stature, but rather a kind of bandit nature.

A fierce bandit, a fierce bandit, that is a mentality and momentum of risking everything.

When they fight with others, they are used to being frightened and indifferent to life. In their eyes, all beings are equal. If such people talk about reconciliation, they must be trying to kill you.

Murong Ji walked up to the three of them, his face full of enthusiasm and regret, an expression so complicated that Murong Ji didn't know how he made it.

Suddenly, the four of them took action at the same time.

Various fire snakes and dragon flames instantly pounced on Murong Ji.

Murong Ji's face was full of ferocity and ferocity. Looking towards the firelight, he found that the other three people were not much calmer than himself.

Time flies!

The three of them picked up the golden melon and threw it at Murong Ji.

I'll use all the means I can, either you die or I die!

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and they could clearly see every expression on each other's faces.

Murong Ji used the art of changing the stars to absorb the three flames. The scorching flames poured into Murong Ji's meridians, and the blazing heat almost burst out of his body.

His body temperature suddenly rose, and Murong Ji had no time to think about anything else. The Tianwen Sword appeared silently behind the three of them without anyone knowing.

At the same time, Murong Ji used three "bang bang" palms, the Great Compassion Palm, to stop the golden melon.

"puff!"

The Tianwen Sword was extremely fast, leaving a trail of blood. The three people were suddenly attacked, and before they could react, a huge fire spread across the sky, instantly engulfing them.

Murong Ji staggered a few steps, holding onto the tree trunk, trembling all over as he watched the three people being completely engulfed in flames. He stopped breathing and then fell to the ground.

He breathed a sigh of relief, the pain in his body was unbearable any longer. The flames burned, as if breaking his bones inch by inch, it was the most unbearable.

The wailing sounds almost spread throughout the entire jungle. The flames almost burned Murong Ji to death. He was in pain all over his body, inside and out.

The top of his head was burnt, and his hair and clothes were almost all burnt.

Murong Ji tremblingly took out a small jade box, took out a dark yellow pill from it, and swallowed it without thinking.

Rhubarb pill.

It is no longer possible to determine which master created the specific recipe for the elixir, but it was carried forward by the twelfth-generation disciple Zheng Tong (Qingye's fourth disciple).

It was passed down for several generations before being perfected by Zheng Tong, the fourteenth generation disciple of Qingyun Sect. It was then passed on to his master Tian Buyi, who then pushed it to perfection and changed it into Rhubarb Pill.

So much so that I don’t even know what it was originally called.

But the effect was beyond words. After the drug wore off, Murong Ji felt much better. He rubbed off the burnt marks on his body, revealing his tender skin.

Hair stubble slowly appeared on his head.

With some strength regained, Murong Ji stood up, leaning on the scabbard, and walked towards the bodies step by step, touching the corpses like opening a blind box.

He is not destined to be rich, so he naturally cannot lack the resources for cultivation.

Regardless of whether it was useful or not, Murong Ji directly put it into the backpack, retrieved his arrows, and quickly cleaned up his traces.

After returning to the road and retrieving his arrows, he turned around and saw that all the blood had been taken! The blood cart had been pushed away!

Murong Ji's heart tightened and he was a little surprised. Now was not the time to think too much, so he returned to the jungle, quickly cleaned up the battlefield, cleaned the blood off his body, and changed his clothes.

Then he returned to the bushes.

"Come out, we're leaving." Hearing Murong Ji's voice, the woman crawled out, holding the child, and was about to kneel down to Murong Ji.

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention. Arrows could be hidden, but the Dragon Snake Bow could not be hidden. He simply removed the bowstring and used the bow as a flat stick.

Then put all the arrows into the backpack.

Murong Ji stepped forward and lifted up the woman. After he rushed out of the forest on his sword, he helped her stand firmly behind him, "Stand still!"

Now I'm playing with my life!
He must cross Fenxiang Valley before the people in Fenxiang Valley discover and react, otherwise, he will definitely die here!

He looked back at the corpses on the road and gritted his teeth secretly, "Fenxiang Valley! It's really good!"

Murong Ji flew the sword very quickly and arrived at the Death Gate in the afternoon.

Looking at the deep doorway, Murong Ji let out a long breath. Now he could only take a gamble!

He pulled the woman into the gradually darkening doorway, and walked along the edge of the dark city wall, half-carrying and half-pulling the woman as he walked quickly.

The woman held the child in her arms, trying to hold on without saying a word.

"what!"

He was not paying attention and tripped. He was dragged by Murong Ji for several meters before he cried out in pain.

Murong Ji reached out to help her up, then took her child and checked if the child was injured.

When he looked up, he heard the woman's rapid breathing. He was walking too fast and didn't notice that she was not a monk.

"Sorry."

Murong Ji didn't have time to wait for her reaction, nor did he care whether it was offensive or not. He held the child in one hand and her waist with the other, and tapped his feet lightly. The two of them seemed to be lifted up by something.

Qinggong.

In this world, the Qinggong skill is a useless thing, but now, with the true energy as the medium, one can float in the air for a long time.

(End of this chapter)