Chapter 242: When a male meets a female, it won't work

After failing to snatch the Gathering Immortal Banner, Wanren looked at Murong Ji, then turned around and grabbed the old vampire monster, flew away, and landed on the other side, looking at the righteous people.

At this time, footsteps were heard deep in the jungle. A rough count revealed that there were dozens of people.

I know without any hesitation that these people are high-ranking members of the Demon Cult.

Among the three leading figures, he had seen Qinglong before, and it was not difficult to guess who the other two were, a dwarf and a bald man, Bai Duzi and Patriarch Duanmu.

Murong Ji's gaze swept across the demonic people behind them. He didn't believe that among the dozens of people, all of them were in the Shangqing realm.

He found a position, drew his bow and arrow. He recognized the clothes of the people from Changshengtang, so he targeted them and killed them.

"Where's Wan Jianyi? Why doesn't that bastard Wan Jianyi come out?"

"call out!"

An arrow was shot out, and the snake arrow directly pierced the heart of the disciple of Changsheng Hall. After passing through the body, it shot through the person behind him.

All the people from both the righteous and evil sides were startled and looked in the direction of the attack.

Murong Ji has already put the second arrow on it.

"careful!"

"call out!"

Murong Ji increased the speed of his archery, and with each arrow, he almost took out a disciple of the Demon Sect, with the disciples of the Changsheng Hall being given priority.

Among these people, almost none of them are simple ones who can follow the leader of the Demon Cult.

Killing one is a profit.

Murong Ji was extremely focused. Someone from the Demon Cult rushed over, but he was stopped by someone.

In just two breaths, twelve or thirteen people from the Demon Sect were shot dead.

"What a ruthless young man! You from Qingyun Sect! Are you launching a sneak attack now? Shame on you!"

Murong Ji didn't care about shame or not. While talking, he shot another person to death.

He drew the bow again and aimed for a long time, but he was too weak to put it down. The opportunity was lost.

"Be careful behind you!" The voice of Master's Wife Su Ru suddenly came. Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat and he handed the storage ring directly behind him.

A black light spread out, followed by a collision of green light and black light.

"babble?"

Murong Ji was knocked out directly. [This voice is somewhat familiar! ]

Flying in the air, Dou Zhuan Xing Yi released the force, turned around and looked behind him, Qinglong was standing in his original position.

Murong Ji's face darkened slightly, and before he could think too much, he fell into someone's arms.

When I looked up, it was Master's Wife Su Ru.

"Thank you, Master."

Su Ru helped Murong Ji up and looked at Qinglong with a frown, a pale-faced scholar. But she was sure that he must be a person from the older generation. How could a person from the older generation sneak attack a younger person?

"Qian Kun Qing Guang Ring, who are you?"

"I am a nobody, now serving under the leader of Ghost King Sect as a vanguard."

Murong Ji's face darkened, "Senior Qinglong, you are not embarrassed. In terms of age, you are older than my master! The previous generation of the Demon Cult's Qinglong Envoy."

Su Ru was shocked and looked at Qinglong in disbelief.

"The Qiankun Qingguang Ring has the effect of nourishing and strengthening the skin. You can't fool me."

Qinglong raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Murong Ji with some curiosity, "How did you know?"

Murong Ji laughed and said, "Haha, what a coincidence, I also have one, the Qiankun Qingguang Ring, which is naturally divided into Qian and Kun. Yours is the male one, and mine is the female one."

"It won't work if the male meets a female like me."

Su Ru: “…”

He rubbed his forehead with a headache and looked at his apprentice talking nonsense.

I can't tell which of the words he said is true, I really can't tell.

Qinglong looked at the ring in Murong Ji's hand with a frown on his face, and suddenly remembered that Murong Ji had seen his ring in a roadside teahouse.

"Heh, you know quite a lot. I'm a little curious, how did you replicate the Qiankun Qingguang Ring?"

Qinglong's words made everyone stunned. The way they looked at Murong Ji changed. Being able to replicate the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, this ability... is it true or false?
Su Ru frowned slightly and looked at the people around her. Their eyes were extremely complicated, but they could not hide the greed in them.

Murong Ji looked at Qinglong with a smile. Since he had revealed his secret, he was going to cause some trouble for himself.

The sky was getting darker. It was already afternoon, and no one knew how much time had passed from the beginning to the end of this riot.

However, they were able to kill 13 of the other side's men before the fight, and they were also the backbone of the various factions of the Demon Cult, so it was naturally a great victory!

Murong Ji hid behind Su Ru, looking at the eyes of the people from both the righteous and evil paths. He knew clearly that the look was greed.

No matter in which world, elixirs and magic weapons are the most attractive things for cultivators.

"Master's Wife, we should be surrounded."

Su Ru was startled and shocked. She asked in a deep voice, "Think carefully before you speak!"

Murong Ji took a deep breath. The pressure from a fifth-level Shangqing cultivator was not easy to resist. "Master's Wife, I am confident. Look at those people from the Demon Sect. The older generation has all come out."

"There's no reason why the Demon Cult wouldn't work together. If..."

Su Ru understood instantly. If this was a trap, it was time to close the net now. Worried, she walked up to Cangsong and Tian Buyi, who were in charge, and the rest was up to them to make the decision.

Murong Ji glanced around. It was pitch black in the deep forest and he couldn't see anything. He sighed softly, "If we are surrounded, it's probably too late now."

"Master's wife, I'll go check behind." Su Ru frowned and nodded, "Don't be stubborn, be careful."

"Yes."

As he spoke, Murong Ji quietly moved toward the back. In this kind of environment, Lingbo Weibu was indeed much more useful than flying a sword.

Silently moving through the jungle, he actually found the demon sect disciples who were surrounding him.

Changshengtang.

Murong Ji smiled, walked up to the nearest disciple, and killed him with one strike of his sword.

"There are people from the Demon Cult behind us! They are surrounding us!"

Soul searching and voice transmission!

The sound spread out again and again, and Murong Ji also figured out the distribution of people around him. He directly hung the Juxian Banner behind his head.

While providing true energy for yourself, it also provides guidance to your fellow disciples.

"Break out this way!"

Murong Ji's voice echoed throughout the forest, but he himself took the lead and flew forward.

He slapped the demon sect disciple who was standing in front of him to death with one palm, and his blood, energy, and true energy turned into streams of light and flowed into the Gathering Immortal Banner.

He took a moment to look back and was instantly shocked. Behind him, in the jungle and in the sky, there were dense lights of magical weapons, shining like the twinkling stars.

He really didn't expect that his shout would attract so many people!
"Brother Murong! Charge ahead and kill as much as you can! We will help you to clear the way!"

Murong Ji looked and saw that several Qingyun disciples had gathered on both sides behind him at some point in time.

Looking back, during this short pause, many righteous disciples behind him had already caught up.

At the same time, in front of Murong Ji, the disciples of the Demon Cult also surrounded him.

Leading the group were six disciples of the Demon Sect. Just by looking at their aura, one could tell they were not simple.

Murong Ji narrowed his eyes and saw that three of them were wearing clothes from Changshengtang, and the other three were a burly man, a gentle woman, and a handsome young man.

"This is the gathering of disciples from the four major sects of the Demon Cult."

Before Murong Ji could make any move, his fellow disciples introduced several people to him.

"Brother Murong, those three people are the true disciples of Yu Yangzi from Changsheng Hall and have been famous for a long time. The other three are Miss Miao Cai from Hehuan Sect and the big man is Fan Xiong, the eldest disciple from Wandu Sect."

"The other person's name is unknown, but he is said to be the grandson of the previous leader of the Ghost King Sect."

Murong Ji was a little surprised. The investigation was so thorough that he managed to uncover the past of several people in such a short time.

Without any hesitation, his pupils shrank instantly, and Murong Ji's figure disappeared and reappeared in front of the three people from Changsheng Hall.

Murong Ji's speed was too fast, and the people on both sides hadn't reacted yet. The man in the middle had golden light in his eyes.

"Haha!"

"bump!"

The man groaned, exchanged a palm strike with Murong Ji, took three steps back, and after he stopped, he felt relieved.

"Haha, you are nothing more than that!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up again, but Murong Ji was no longer in front of him! He couldn't help but be a little stunned.

When he couldn't take it down with one palm, Murong Ji knew that the man from Changsheng Hall was no less capable than himself. With the help of his palm power, he rushed towards the woman from Hehuan Sect.

The woman named Miao Cai had affectionate eyes and a smile on her lips. Her black hair fluttered in the wind and her eyes were so soft that they seemed to be filled with tears that one could not help but immerse themselves in them.

"Sir, are you here to bully me?"

Murong Ji flew into the air and smiled, "Yes. The charm mind technique has no effect on me."

Voice transmission and soul search!

Miao Cai was stunned for a moment.

Next came the Moon-Watching Sword Style, where the Tianwen Sword slashed down without mercy.

"puff!"

The sword energy entered her body, almost splitting her in two.

Murong Ji fell down, turned around, and slapped with his backhand. The golden seal of the Great Compassionate Palm blasted out and instantly enlarged to more than one person's height.

"call!"

The palm print plowed a half-foot deep trench and hit the three people from Changsheng Hall.

At some point, the Tianwen sword in Murong Ji's right hand disappeared and was replaced by a folding fan, which he waved violently.

"Mountain and River Fan!" Someone exclaimed.

As the voice fell, the wind and clouds surged. Endless black mist was blown into the group of Changsheng Hall disciples. A moment later, there was endless wailing.

Murong Ji stopped and turned to look at the remaining five people.

"Don't be so presumptuous! Uh..." With a roar, the Tianwen Sword passed through his body and ended in Murong Ji's hand.

At this moment, there was silence.

He killed two elite disciples from Changshengtang and Hehuan Sect in a flash. What kind of strength is this? ! !
Murong Ji turned his head to look at the two remaining disciples of Changsheng Hall, and then glanced at the righteous and evil disciples who were fighting in the surrounding area.

They found another person and rushed forward. This time they were prepared. The four of them cooperated with each other and managed to restrain Murong Ji.

In a short period of time, he had exchanged more than a hundred moves with the four men. Murong Ji was unable to defeat them and could only retreat to his original position.

(End of this chapter)