Chapter 245: That’s a nice thought!
The Gathering Immortal Banner was suddenly retracted, automatically rolled up in the air, fell into Murong Ji's hand, and was put into his storage ring.

"Bloodthirsty Pearl! That's the Bloodthirsty Pearl!" Qinglong's voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear in the silent night.

"What! Bloodthirsty Pearl!"

Everyone's eyes turned to the Soul-Eating Stick stuck in the beach.

The bead on the top of the stick is slightly blood red.

A rare treasure from the evil cult!
Eight hundred years ago, the Black-hearted Old Man relied on it to unify all the sects of the Demon Cult!

The next moment, almost everyone looked over greedily.

Tian Buyi snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and directly took the Soul-Devouring Stick in his hand, looking at the people of the Demon Cult with a gloomy face.

He looked like, "Come and grab it if you dare."

Compared with other members of the Demon Sect, Qinglong's gaze fell on Murong Ji.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he touched the ring on his finger and said with a half-smile: "My friend Murong, I didn't expect that you are also a member of my Holy Church. You are the descendant of the Black-hearted Old Man, the founder of my Holy Church. I really offended you a lot before."

Murong Ji looked over coldly, and paused for a moment on Qinglong's half-smiley face, "Then Senior Qinglong, you are wrong. My method is specifically designed to restrain the evil spirit of the Demon Cult and to eliminate the evil with blood."

"I have always been merciless to those evil demons who have committed many evil deeds. Once I start fighting, I will destroy their bodies. If Senior Qinglong has misunderstood me, it is my fault."

After saying that, he glanced coldly at the righteous people, followed behind Tian Buyi, and remained silent.

"Why do you, the disciples of Qingyun Sect, know the skills of my Tianyin Temple!"

The scolding questions left the Qingyun Sect disciples speechless.

Murong Ji looked at the Dharma Image with a cold smile. Until this moment, he had not stopped the Tianyin Temple disciples from roaring. Why? To gain the upper hand? Or for the reputation of Tianyin Temple? !

Looking down at Zhang Xiaofan in his arms, he felt very complicated. How did he feel about him?
It was like an apprentice, and many times he wanted to teach him what he had learned.

He wanted to recall the fate of being Zhang Boduan's apprentice and accept that "himself" as his apprentice like Zhang Boduan did, but he held back.

"How about what I taught you? If you have any questions, come to me!" Murong Ji's voice was not loud, but through the soul-searching and voice-transmitting technology, it reached everyone's ears.

As soon as he finished speaking, disciples from Tianyin Temple came over.

Murong Ji sent Zhang Xiaofan to the arms of his eldest senior brother, straightened his hair, looked solemn, and turned around.

"Seventh Junior Brother." Song Daren opened his mouth but said nothing.

Murong Ji smiled and said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother, we will all be fine."

Song Daren's tears immediately fell. Although he was eight feet tall, he cried, "Seventh Junior Brother, I..."

Murong Ji interrupted him directly, "Dazhu Peak still needs you. From now on, I may be supported by you, so you can't despise me."

"Besides, I'm just trying to save Xiaofan from trouble, not to die."

He Dazhi's face was extremely solemn. Murong Ji said so, but how to explain that he practiced the blood refining method! The founder of the Demon Cult, the black-hearted old man's skills, could not be explained clearly.

He could see that Murong Ji shouldn't have been discovered, he did it on purpose.

"Seventh Junior Brother, you... why are you doing this?"

Murong Ji let out a breath. Just now, he asked himself why he did this.

Perhaps, it is the feeling of powerlessness and unwillingness when facing the Cao Miao Village tragedy?

He wasn't very clear about it either, but anyway, he had done it.

"I'm not a complete evil person after all." He replied inexplicably.

Everyone was confused, only Song Daren seemed to have thought of something and opened his mouth to try to persuade them, but he didn't know where to start.

Murong Ji thought clearly that even if he was not discovered now, he would need it one day. Was he going to hide it for a lifetime?

Murong Ji smiled, said nothing, turned around and left, walking towards the people in Tianyin Temple.

He straightened his hair again and bowed to everyone in Tianyin Temple, "I am Murong Ji, and I have come to debate with you all."

"Argument! What have you got to argue about!"

"If it's stolen, it's stolen!"

"The dignified Qingyun Sect! How dare they do such despicable things!"

……

Everyone in Qingyun wanted to refute, but they couldn't open their mouths. How could they refute? The facts were there.

Behind Qingyun and his group, the elders' faces turned pale, and they kept thinking in their hearts how to deal with this situation.

Cangsong looked at Tian Buyi's face, which was extremely gloomy. Even if he was not afraid of him, he was willing to anger him at this moment.

"Shut up!"

Murong Ji shouted angrily, and the soul-searching message was heard by everyone in Tianyin Temple.

"Humph! You are so self-righteous after doing such a bad thing. Look at my Zen stick now!"

"stop!"

"No!"

"Brother Murong, please show mercy."

Murong Ji's expression suddenly became more gloomy and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

He took a quick step forward and rushed directly into the center line of the monk.

Using the Dragon-Catching Hand, he took the monk's staff away. The first palm strike, the second palm strike...

The Great Compassion Palm was used five times in a row, one after another, and each palm print pierced through the body of the monk from Tianyin Temple.

The palm print exploded one foot behind the monk.

In his previous life, he had learned various Buddhist mental methods and techniques from Shi Leyuan, and he incorporated all these things into the Golden Elixir Method. Now that he took them out again, he was still a little uncomfortable with it.

At this moment, Murong Ji was using pure Buddhist techniques.

When the palm power dissipated, the monk fell to the ground and looked up at Murong Ji in a daze.

"This is the Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita." As soon as the words fell, bursts of golden energy burst out around Murong Ji.

The sound of Zen chanting could be heard faintly, as if a Zen Buddhist ritual was being performed.

All the Buddhist teachings that he had practiced in his previous life were revealed at this moment.

It may not be very powerful, but it definitely has an impact on the current situation.

Murong Ji sneered at everyone at Tianyin Temple, "Is this also the technique of your Tianyin Temple?!"

I glanced at the people in Tianyin Temple and saw that they were all whispering, but I couldn't hear what they were saying.

Suddenly, Murong Ji felt a little tired. It would be better to compete with a villain than to argue with a gentleman.

The former requires effort, while the latter requires effort.

Murong Ji said expressionlessly: "Now that the Demon Cult is at our mercy, why don't we get out of this predicament first? How about we discuss this on Qingyun Mountain someday?"

After the words were spoken, no one spoke.

Murong Ji turned to look at Faxiang and asked in a deep voice, "Brother Faxiang, what do you think?"

The Dharma image took a step forward and put his hands together, "Amitabha, this is very good."

"Then report to the teachers."

Murong Ji turned and left. He could probably guess what Fashang was thinking. He put himself in the position of a victim and wanted to take Zhang Xiaofan over to become a disciple of Tianyin Temple.

[That's a nice thought!] Murong Ji's face was gloomy. He would rather Zhang Xiaofan enter the Ghost King Sect than go to Tianyin Temple.

In the Ghost King Sect, he is the Ghost King's son-in-law, who is highly sought after by everyone. The resources and training he receives are absolutely top-notch.

The situation in Tianyin Temple is even worse than that in Dazhu Peak.

The new generation of "Four Great Divine Monks" such as Faxiang, Fashan and Fazhong have crushed the resources. Moreover, Puzhi is dead. Will the many Dharma resources of Tianyin Temple really be open to Zhang Xiaofan?
When he came to his senses, Murong Ji had already walked in front of Tian Buyi. Without waiting for him to speak, Tian Buyi said, "Get ready, and lead the people to break through with Junior-nephew Qi."

Murong Ji bowed and saluted. It was obvious that his master had seen what had just happened.

Without saying anything more, he followed Qi Hao out.

Standing behind Qi Hao, he glanced at the Ghost King Sect. The tens of thousands of people were restrained by Kui Niu, and there were still many disciples of the Demon Sect left.

For disciples of the righteous sect such as Qingyun Sect, the pressure is still quite high.

Murong Ji looked at the densely packed disciples of the Demon Sect in front of him, wondering when they would be surrounded again.

"Brother Murong, we are going to have a tough battle."

Listening to Qi Hao's words, Murong Ji nodded and looked at the righteous disciples behind him.

Lu Xueqi, Lin Jingyu and other outstanding disciples of the younger generation all gathered together.

The masters of Tianyin Temple have already withdrawn and are standing in a separate formation on the side. Fashang, Fashan and others are in the front.

After getting ready, Lu Xueqi took the lead and rushed towards the disciples of the Demon Sect.

Murong Ji glanced at Tian Ling'er and the disciples of Dazhu Peak beside him.

He jumped up and quickly chased after him.

"Evil! Die!"

Behind him, he suddenly heard the loud roar of Master Tian Buyi, followed by the rumbling sound of thunder.

Murong Ji was flying in the air, he looked back, and saw that it was still the Divine Sword Controlling Thunder Secret, accompanied by red clouds in the sky.

Looking back, Lu Xueqi had already started fighting with the disciples of the Demon Sect.

On her left, disciples from the Wan Du Sect surrounded her.

Murong Ji sneered, flew over quickly on his sword, and blocked Lu Xueqi's side.

Looking at the opponent in front of him, he didn't look very old, and was dressed in gorgeous clothes, but he was a handsome young man.

His manners and actions were all elegant, but there was a hint of viciousness between his brows.

The young man smiled and waved his hand, and black mist and murderous aura swept over.

Murong Ji was slightly stunned. He roughly knew who this person was, Qin Wuyan.

Without saying a word, he swung his hands back and forth, as if tearing the entire space apart.

The spreading black mist was directly shot by Murong Ji towards the many disciples of the Demon Sect in front of Lu Xueqi.

"Hiss, hiss"

"what……"

The black mist fell into the crowd of disciples of the Demon Sect and dissipated, just like cold water dripping into an oil pan.

Countless disciples of the Demon Sect screamed and roared, some of them had half of their bodies corroded, but they were still alive.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Qin Wuyan, "Virtually enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji scattered endless sword energy among the group of disciples of the Demon Sect.

This time, there were obviously masters mixed in among this group of disciples, so the lethality of the sword energy was not that great.

Qin Wuyan didn't say anything and slowly retreated into the crowd.

Murong Ji turned his head and saw that Lu Xueqi had already rushed out of a gap.

(End of this chapter)