Chapter 225 The Real Magical Use

He jumped out of the city and entered the mountains. He found a stone to sit on and held the Gathering Immortal Banner with its back facing away from himself, floating in front of him.

Then he practiced his own Tai Chi Xuanqing Taoism.

In an instant, the spiritual energy and evil spirits in the mountains rolled in, surging and surging, and thick clouds slowly gathered around the hilltop where Murong Ji was.

What flowed into the Gathering Immortals Banner and was then led out by Murong Ji was that kind of grayish aura.

Murong Ji directly inhaled and exhaled, circulating the Qi around his body like a whale swallowing and drinking. The majestic Qi of heaven and earth filled Murong Ji's meridians, swelling them and causing him a lot of pain.

The spiritual energy and evil spirit transformed by the Gathering Immortal Banner was too powerful. How could Murong Ji use it all by himself? The excess gray energy gathered and dispersed around him, and then dispersed into the mountains and forests.

The next morning, the sunlight shone on the Gathering Immortals Banner, and the rising purple-gold spiritual energy was absorbed by the Banner and then taken into Murong Ji's body.

It flowed onto the three golden elixirs of essence, energy and spirit, and instantly burned the three elixirs of essence, energy and spirit red like oil boiling in a raging fire.

The sun was getting higher and higher, and Murong Ji was sweating all over and his mouth was dry. It felt like there was a furnace inside his body, constantly burning his essence, energy and spirit.

Murong Ji really couldn't bear it anymore, so he picked up the water bag and drank it all in one gulp. When his true energy circulated, the water seemed to be evaporated dry as soon as he drank it.

There was really no other way, he could only circulate the Nine Yin Meridians to suppress it with cold air.

Near noon, Murong Ji stood up and checked the results of his practice. This night was equivalent to half a month's hard work.

But don’t think it’s too little. If you can increase your skills for one day, that’s a great thing.

It is not obvious in a short period of time, but what about a year, ten years, or a hundred years?

Murong Ji was in a very good mood. He stood on the stone and looked down. His heart skipped a beat. The valley was filled with a gray atmosphere.

I grabbed some and took a look. This is neither spiritual energy nor evil energy. It has both, and is of great benefit to the mountains and rivers here.

I was thinking, should I collect them?

After thinking about it, he decided to let it go, and said with a smile: "It was taken from here, so it should be returned here."

He stretched lazily, tapped his feet lightly, and floated out of the mountains and walked towards the Demon-Slaying City.

After he left, a flash of golden light appeared in the misty fog.

Not long after, a middle-aged Confucian scholar came over and looked at the gray mist at the foot of the mountain, seeming to be thinking about something.

When I returned to the inn, Lu Xueqi had just got up and went downstairs. Looking at her face, she was still so calm, as if yesterday's entanglement had never existed.

When she sat down at the table, Murong Ji sighed softly, then asked tentatively: "Xueqi?"

Lu Xueqi neither refused nor agreed.

While they were eating, there was a loud rumbling noise outside. The sound echoed far away. Murong Ji and Lu Xueqi looked up at the same time and looked at each other. The direction from which the sound came was Kongsang Mountain.

"Was it the Black Water Mystic Serpent that made the noise?! Or?" Murong asked uncertainly. He had emptied the Black Water Mystic Serpent's reserves. Calculating the time, he should have discovered it by now.

If the Black Water Serpent comes out to cause trouble, it would be a crime.

Lu Xueqi shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.

Murong Ji put down his chopsticks and walked outside. Lu Xueqi thought for a moment, put down her chopsticks, and followed him.

The two returned to Kongsang Mountain again. They flew around with their swords but found no trace of the Black Water Snake. However, they discovered that half of the mountain range on the west side of Kongsang Mountain had collapsed.

Murong Ji seemed to remember something and searched around Kongsang Mountain again, but he only found a fire that had just been extinguished and a pile of bones on the ground.

"The remnants of the Blood Refining Hall?!" Lu Xueqi asked puzzledly.

Murong Ji shook his head. He was more inclined to believe that it was Zhang Xiaofan. "It's fate."

The two of them chased forward. Murong Ji turned his head and glanced at Lu Xueqi. Because of his intervention, Lu Xueqi arrived at Liupo Mountain a little later in this life.

He had a feeling that after Kongsang Mountain, everyone's fate began to change. This feeling was a little inexplicable, but extremely real.

Suddenly, he wanted to take a look at this mountain that influenced the fate of several people. When he turned around, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Bi Yao stood in front of the extinguished fire, twisting a flower that looked like a beautiful jade in her hand, looking at them with a smile.

Behind him stood a middle-aged scholar, who was quite far away and whose face could not be seen clearly. He was most likely the leader of the Ghost King Sect. Tens of thousands of people came.

[It was probably there when we explored just now.] Thinking of this, Murong Ji felt a chill in his heart. He actually didn't find anything.

Suddenly, Murong Ji was shocked. When he was practicing yesterday, there was quite a lot of noise. Could the Ghost King be nearby? ! !
Murong Ji suddenly stopped and looked at Bi Yao and Wan Ren Wang from the air with his sword.

After thinking for a while, he took out a bag of candy from his pocket and threw it over. Bi Yao caught it with a puzzled look on her face, then turned around and flew away on his sword.

Kongsang Mountain is vast, and it took Murong Ji and Lu Xueqi half a day to fly out.

After getting on the official road, not far away I saw Zhang Xiaofan, who was walking with his arms folded.

He quickly chased after him, "Xiao Fan!"

"Seventh Brother! You are not dead!"

Murong Ji: "..."

The two pretended not to hear the good wishes and talked about their experiences before stopping.

"We are not going back to the sect now, but to Liupo Mountain. The master has sent a message that there are disciples of the Demon Sect gathering there, and they want us to go over and provide support."

It was the first time for Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi to go out. They didn’t know where Liupo Mountain was. They also had never heard of Murong Ji. They just knew it was by the sea.

After asking someone for the location, the three of them started to hurry on their way to avoid getting lost. They were all flying along the official road. Murong Ji had the most experience in surviving at the foot of the mountain, and everything was led by Murong Ji.

Although there weren't many people, there were still many things to consider. Zhang Xiaofan was fine, but Lu Xueqi was not.

Her Tianya Sword was too conspicuous. If it was noticed by the evil cult leader, she would be doomed.

In addition, Lu Xueqi's appearance is really eye-catching. What ordinary people dare not do, cultivators dare to do.

Along the way, Lu Xueqi was not allowed to take action if possible, for fear that the Tianya Sword would be exposed.

Who wouldn't be tempted by the Nine Heavens Divine Soldier that can restrain the Bloodthirsty Pearl? !

Finally, Murong Ji made a white gauze hat to block the sun and gave it to Lu Xueqi to cover her ceiling-like face.

There are also some miscellaneous things, such as food, water, shelter, etc., all of which are problems.

At this time, Murong Ji began to miss Qi Hao's kindness. With him around, many things were arranged clearly.

Murong Ji looked up at the sun above his head. It was noon and the sun was scorching hot.

"There is a tea shed ahead. Let's go and fill up some water and some dry food."

No one responded. It was very easy to fly in the sky, but it would be too tiring to land on the ground and walk.

As I got closer, I saw someone had set up a shed and a small tea stall under a big willow tree.

There weren’t many people, only seven or eight.

Murong Ji sat down at the empty table and said, "Shopkeeper, bring me a pot of herbal tea, please hurry up."

"coming."

Murong Ji was startled. How could it be so fast? He looked at the shop owner carefully and found that they were a couple in their fifties.

Baihong's palm power quietly probed into their bodies to check, but there was no sign of cultivation. He exhaled slowly, and it was no wonder that he was suspicious.

Anyone who has seen Lu Xueqi's face will never forget it. Being bewitched and infatuated is still the least of the problems.

Of course, this is for those perverts, especially those evil disciples of the Hehuan Sect.

Since we have examined their bodies, we might as well sort out their meridians.

Then, he reached out and touched the teapot. It was relatively cool, but not cold enough. His true Qi instantly surged, heating the water to a certain degree, and then quickly cooled it down.

Pour it for Lu Xueqi and Zhang Xiaofan.

As soon as the ice water entered my stomach, I felt relaxed all over.

"Let's find a deserted place this afternoon and fly away on our swords."

"Yeah, I also want to see the master earlier." Zhang Xiaofan looked happy.

Murong Ji was somewhat speechless. What good could that fat man, Master Tian Buyi, think of? He must be thinking of Tian Ling'er.

He put down the teacup, took the three people's water bags, and walked to the entrance of the tea shed.

"Shopkeeper, give me a few more pots!"

"Hey, here I come!"

Murong Ji poured water into the three people's water bags and plugged them. "Shopkeeper, do you have any dry food here?"

"Yes, sir, how much do you want?"

Murong Ji bought some dry food, packed it up, and walked into the tea shed carrying the storage bag.

When he looked up, his heart skipped a beat. He saw a middle-aged scholar sitting opposite Zhang Xiaofan. From his angle, he could only see a measurement.

[How could I forget that thousands of people would come here? ! ! ]

Murong Ji's brain worked rapidly, thinking of Bi Yao, [If Wan Ren wanted to subdue Zhang Xiaofan, they would not attack him and Lu Xueqi. ]

As long as the two of them don't act too unruly, they shouldn't be in trouble.

When I walked into the tea stall, I could see the man's face clearly. He had thin eyebrows and a square face. There was a sense of elegance between his eyebrows, but his eyes were bright and lively.

A full forehead is called a prominent figure in physiognomy.

He looks amiable, but there's an aura of authority about him that can't be ignored.

【It really is a place where thousands of people come. 】

Murong Ji sat opposite Wanrenwang and put the package on the table.

"My senior brother said that this stick is a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, or even taller..."

Murong Ji had just sat down when he heard this. His face darkened instantly and he scolded in a low voice: "Xiao Fan!"

Zhang Xiaofan frowned slightly, lowered his head and said nothing, but Murong Ji could sense his dissatisfaction.

I don't want to bother with his emotions for the moment. He has been exposed of all his secrets in just a few words. Zhang Xiaofan is really naive.

He turned to look at Lu Xueqi, only to notice that she was motionless. He glanced at her and her face darkened. This was a technique similar to acupoint pressing.

He turned his head and looked at Wan Renwang, who was holding the Soul-Devouring Stick and observing him carefully.

(End of this chapter)