Chapter 243 Bringing them back to die again?

The formations of both sides were not in chaos, and they were both using magic weapons to attack each other.

At this time, the formation must not be disrupted. Once it is disrupted, it will be a disaster.

There were sounds of fierce fighting coming from high in the sky. It was a battle at the upper level. They, the rookies, could not intervene and they even needed their protection.

The disciples of the Demon Cult wanted to disrupt their formation, but failed after attacking several times.

"Brother Murong! We should break out as soon as possible!"

"Shut up!"

When someone reminded someone, someone else immediately scolded him back.

They knew very well what Murong Ji was doing, and the more urgent the situation was, the less anxious they should be.

After waiting for a few breaths, the battle above became more intense, and everyone became more anxious. The shouting and screaming from behind made everyone even more anxious.

"I am coming!"

The voice was cold and distant, yet it made people feel at ease. The figure in white passed Murong Ji and headed towards the elite disciples of the Ghost King Sect and the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

The next moment, Murong Ji moved, his figure like a ghost, floating in front of the enemy.
The person he chose to break the impasse was actually the highly accomplished disciple from Changsheng Hall, instead of working together with Lu Xueqi to defeat the enemy!
In the eyes of many disciples, the Hehuan Sect, where the elite disciples had died, was the best choice. Why did the two of them separate? Murong Ji also chose the Changsheng Hall where the two of them were in charge? ! !

"Senior Brother Murong! We..."

Before he finished speaking, Murong Ji had already rushed in front of the man.

Seeing Murong Ji coming again, the two men grinned grimly and vowed to avenge their junior brother!
The next moment, a Taoist banner appeared in front of the two of them, with the words "Juxian" written on it very clearly.

It was as if there was some magical power that made them lose consciousness for a moment.

The Gathering Immortals Banner emitted a faint light, and something in the bodies of the two people was pulled out by the Banner.

That's their soul!
In the blink of an eye, a mirror appeared in Murong Ji's hand, the mysterious mirror!

"Buzz!"

The Youwei Xuanjian hummed, and after two or three breaths, the two of them exploded into a blood mist with a "bang", and turned into blood light, which was absorbed into the Juxian Banner.

Murong Ji turned around instantly and looked at Lu Xueqi. Her speed was not slow either. She had just pulled the Tianya Sword out from the Ghost King Sect disciple.

Seeing Murong Ji coming again, the man turned pale with fright. This opponent was simply not of the same level!
He covered his wound and said hurriedly, "Daoyou Murong, we are willing to give way..."

"no need."

The voice was very faint, but extremely cold. As the Gathering Immortal Banner swayed, the man seemed to have lost his mind.

Without waiting for Murong Ji to take action, Lu Xueqi quickly pierced the man's heart.

A pair of cold eyes glanced at the last person, Fan Xiong from the Wan Du Men.

Fan Xiong fell to the ground with a thud, and kept crawling backwards, having lost the will to fight.

Lu Xueqi withdrew her gaze and rushed forward first. The sound of breaking through the air was sharp, like the cry of a young phoenix, the sound was soft and pleasant, echoing in the air.

In an instant, the light of the Tianya Sword in Lu Xueqi's hand shone in all directions. In this dark night, it was extremely obvious.

"This is a sitting duck." Murong Ji touched his chin and looked up, but Lu Xueqi's figure was a little unclear under the light.

Murong Ji looked around. Behind him, countless magic weapons were flashing and moving towards Lu Xueqi.

Exhaling slowly, Murong Ji jumped up and rushed into the demon cult team that was surrounding him from the front.

With Murong Ji leading the way, the righteous people's formation started moving again.

Without an opponent of the same level, Murong Ji could seriously injure the demon sect disciple standing in front of him with just a casual swing of the sword. He didn't need to do anything, as someone else would naturally come to the rescue.

Even if he met an elite disciple of the same level, with Lu Xueqi's help, he would not be restrained by others.

The two men cleared the way, and wherever they passed, blood beads condensed and slowly dripped along the leaves and vines.

There is no way to count the battle situation in this fight. We can only wait until it is safe to count the number of people.

Gradually, there were no more enemies ahead. Murong Ji glanced at the thousands of righteous disciples behind him and exchanged a glance with Lu Xueqi.

Then, Murong Ji shouted loudly: "Are there any brothers from Qingyun Law Enforcement Hall and Discipline Hall among them?"

Hearing this, several disciples came forward and saluted Murong Ji and Lu Xueqi.

At this time, Murong Ji was too lazy to be polite and directly ordered: "The disciples who have reached the high level of Yuqing will stay, and the rest of the disciples, follow the brothers to Changhe City!"

"Hold the city and wait for the commander to come back!"

As soon as Murong Ji finished speaking, countless points of light began to move, flying towards the endless deep sea on swords.

Among the thousands of people, there are only less than 200 left. These people are the disciples who are above the seventh level of Yuqing realm.

You know, these are most of the younger generation disciples of the righteous path.

Some of them, even Lu Xueqi and him, had to call him senior brother.

Without saying anything more, Murong Ji returned to the battlefield with several hundred people and began to search for the seriously injured and lagging disciples.

Murong Ji looked up and saw that the battle in the sky was extremely fierce. The righteous sect masters who were at the upper purity realm were trying their best to hold back the masters of the evil sect.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly, and a package appeared in his hand. These were the pills he made when he had nothing to do, mostly for healing. He distributed a few bottles to everyone, so that they could rescue the seriously injured disciples first.

These people did not dare to fly over the deep forest and could only search in the jungle. If they were discovered, it would be difficult for them to get out alive.

Along the way, they actually found quite a few people, many of whom were seriously injured, and some of whom were still able to move.

As we walked forward, almost everyone had someone on their back.

"Brother Murong! Come and see!"

Murong Ji's mind moved, and he flew forward on his sword. With a glance, he saw hundreds of disciples of the Demon Sect lying unconscious on the ground.

Touching his chin, he thought that the medicines of Beisu Qingfeng were ineffective. It was just that the sea breeze here was too strong and the effect was too small.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly, and he only said one word, "Kill!"

These two hundred people were all masters of the younger generation, and their moves were clean and efficient. After collecting their magic weapons, they chased after the traces of the fight.

These are two forks in the road. For some unknown reason, some of the righteous fellows left the main group.

Murong Ji's eyes darkened and he instantly thought of Tian Ling'er. If she acted like a demon again, Dazhu Peak, Longshou Peak, and even Xiaozhu Peak would be implicated.

Not long after walking, Murong Ji saw his senior brother and others who were trapped.

My heart sank. Sure enough, I saw many familiar faces, Qi Hao and Wen Min. "It's really all here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly rushed towards the evil sect disciples on the periphery.

He rushed to his master's wife Su Ru and glanced at the disciples around him. These people were almost all the elites of Qingyun Sect, especially Qi Hao, Wen Min, and Lord Song.

As the first disciple of the three abbots, of course he has a great reputation.

Not only them, but also Faxiang, Fashan and others

It is also because of this that many disciples of the Demon Sect were attracted to it.

If it weren't for the help of Master's Wife Su Ru, more than half of them would have died.

Looking up, Master Tian Buyi and Cangsong were fighting against the elders of the Demon Cult without losing. Moreover, on the top of the mountain, thousands of people were chatting and laughing with Qinglong.

My heart sank to the bottom. This adverse situation was really too passive!
"Hahaha, young friend Murong, are you worried that not enough righteous disciples have died? Are you bringing them back to die again?"

“Oh, you are all high-level Yuqing disciples. If you all die here, Qingyun Sect will be extinct!”

Wanrenwang's words made everyone's heart tremble, even the two people fighting in the sky felt a little uneasy.

Murong Ji looked up at the sky. It was pitch black, with occasional flashes of lightning, which revealed endless dark clouds. In the wind and rain, there were long howls that gradually became shrill.

Suddenly he was no longer panicking.

"Senior Wan! Thank you for your concern. However, before you care about us, shouldn't you also ask yourself if you can let go?!"

Murong Ji pointed to the sky, and everyone's face instantly became solemn and as dark as ink.

Suddenly, Murong Ji thought of something.

The Ghost King Sect's disciples withdrew, and their people were no longer under any restraint. Without the suppression of numbers, how could they not turn the tables?
"Hahaha." Murong Ji laughed wildly, feeling genuinely happy.

"Senior, there is a note in the Great Wilderness Eastern Classic that there is a mountain called Liupo in the East China Sea, which is 7,000 miles into the sea. There is a strange beast on top of it, with one foot, a pale body and no horns, and it is as strong as an ox."

"It lives in the deep sea for a long time, and comes out once every three thousand years. When it comes out of the water, it shines like the sun and the moon, and makes a sound like thunder. It is called Kui Niu, and people call it the mount of the god of thunder."

"Tonight is the day it will be born, Senior Wan! Are you ready?! If you are not ready, you will have to wait for three thousand years! Hahahaha."

The wind and rain were raging, accompanied by Murong Ji's laughter and the dark face of the people.

"Hmph!" Wanrenwang and Qinglong turned and left, and the disciples of the Ghost King Sect followed them.

"Uncle Su! Look..."

Someone came forward to ask for advice, which meant that the disciples of the Ghost King Sect should not be stopped from leaving.

Su Ru looked up worriedly. Tian Buyi was facing two people at the same time and was under a lot of pressure. He was no longer able to protect his disciples.

So he shook his head.

As the Ghost King Sect disciples retreated, the pressure on everyone was greatly reduced. Murong smiled slightly, and before he could make any move, Lu Xueqi had already charged into the crowd.

He looked back and saw that Murong Ji hadn't caught up. He lowered his eyelids and said coldly, "Catch up."

Murong Ji: "..."

Follow Lu Xueqi and provide support for her.

Without the pressure of numbers, the suppression of realm becomes more apparent.

Murong Ji and others were almost slaughtering people, the battle was one-sided, and by the time the masters of the Demon Cult reacted, it was Tian Buyi and others who had to hold them back.

The battle was soon settled, and Murong Ji breathed a sigh of relief. Now, it was hard to say who had suffered more casualties between the righteous and the evil.

"Ling'er! Stop chasing! Come back!"

As soon as the master's wife's voice fell, Murong Ji's face changed drastically. He turned around and saw Tian Ling'er leading the way and chasing a small group of disciples of the Demon Sect into the deep forest.

(End of this chapter)