Chapter 256: What is the origin of the Zhuxian Sword?

The next moment, the sky seemed to be covered with murderous intent, and endless dark clouds seemed to gather above the clear sky.

Murong Ji looked up and saw the sky full of spiritual and evil energy, it was a spectacular sight.

On the back mountain of Tongtian Peak, a bright light burst out and flew rapidly towards the front peak.

The spiritual master in the clear water pond, with endless water flow, rushed up into the sky and rushed towards Daoxuan in the sky.

Murong Ji stared in amazement at the legendary Zhuxian Sword Formation and the distinct spiritual and evil spirits in the air, which flowed slowly like formation patterns.

It was not until then that Murong Ji realized belatedly that the so-called Zhu Xian Sword Formation had no actual formation patterns at all. Whenever it was activated, for some unknown reason, the spiritual energy and evil spirits would automatically lay out the formation patterns.

Murong Ji smacked his lips. This was beyond his comprehension. This kind of method was not something that a Yuqing disciple like him could understand.

But he was sure of one thing, that the Tai Chi Xuanqing Taoism they practiced was not comprehensive.

Just by looking at the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, one can tell that Patriarch Qingye is also practicing both spiritual and evil, or in other words, he is following the same path as himself.

Then why, in the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Taoism, there is no part on refining evil spirits?
[Will it be placed above the cultivation method of the Taiqing realm? ]

Suddenly, Murong Ji had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he had a guess. The original Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao method was very rough, so would it be possible...

Could it be that the original method of cultivating the spirit is also suitable for refining evil spirits? ! !

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Murong Ji's heart began to beat rapidly.

Looking up, the roars of spirit beasts were heard above the sky, echoing endlessly on Qingyun Mountain.

Murong Ji suppressed the throbbing in his heart. If it was really as he thought, then the talent of Patriarch Qingye was really no worse than that of the Heavenly Emperor.

In mid-air, the Water Qilin dragged Daoxuan, and then roared wildly at the people of the Demon Cult.

Daoxuan was completely hidden in the light and took a deep breath.

Hold the sword!

To the sky!
I don't know when a faint chanting sound appeared in the air, like the nine gods and Buddhas chanting with lowered brows, or like the nine evil demons in the underworld grinning.

Murong Ji stared intently at the gathering and direction of the spiritual energy and evil spirit. That was the formation pattern, the formation pattern of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

Those strange sounds were caused by the friction and vibration between spiritual energy and evil energy.

[No wonder all those who launched the Zhuxian Sword Formation in the past dynasties died a miserable death. They could only take on the evil spirits themselves but not release them. It would be strange if nothing went wrong.]

Murong Ji frowned, feeling a little unsure. This feeling came from no reason, it was just a very strange feeling.

In an instant.

The sky and earth changed color and the sound of breaking air exploded.

Endless sword energy fell like rain, piercing into the crowd of the Demon Sect.

Murong Ji's heart was pounding, and the feeling of death lingering in his mind kept circling around him. The Tianwen Sword kept urging him to move forward to meet the enemy.

Slowly coming back to her senses, she looked down at the Heavenly Question Sword in her hand and said, "If you do something naughty again, I will wipe out your consciousness. Don't doubt whether I have the means to do that."

The Tianwen sword in his hand instantly became obedient.

The disciples of the Demon Sect began to frantically attack the defense line of the Qingyun Sect disciples. Murong Ji, Qi Hao, Xiao Yicai and others, as well as the younger generation such as Fashang, tried their best to stop them.

If anyone can’t hold on any longer, rush over to help.

The role played by a disciple with high-level cultivation in such a situation is really hard to predict.

There were continuous screams, and for a moment, there were ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The high-level disciples of Yuqing would be seriously injured if they were hit by the sword energy, and those with low cultivation would be directly smashed into the ground by the half-human-high sword energy.

Blood splattered, stirring up countless bloody storms, as if the world was collapsing. Within a few breaths, broken limbs and flesh were all over the ground.

Coupled with the murderous intent of "sword energy like rain, heaven and earth are murderous", it really makes people feel despair.

"retreat!"

Tens of thousands of people roared, and the roar spread throughout the entire Tongtian Peak.

The disciples of the Ghost King Sect began to withdraw from the battlefield in an orderly manner.

Seeing the Ghost King Sect's disciples retreat, the disciples of other sects also retreated together, without even needing orders from their own leaders.

Murong Ji's face turned pale. Under such power, he didn't have the confidence to take a few moves.

Looking up, I saw that Yu Yangzi had appeared behind Daoxuan without me noticing.

The mirror flashed, without waiting for action.

The sound of breaking through the air came suddenly, accompanied by a sharp buzzing sound.

Yu Yangzi's face changed and he defended himself in a hurry. "Bang!" A huge force hit him and almost knocked the Yin-Yang Mirror out of his hand.

At this moment, Daoxuan also reacted and shot out several sword energies. Yuyangzi dodged hurriedly but still failed to avoid them completely.

"Pfft!"

The sword energy directly cut off one of Yu Yangzi's arms!
"what!!!!!"

There was no time to save him, Daoxuan's sword energy poured down like rain, so he could only endure the pain and leave in a hurry.

Yu Yangzi looked back and saw Tian Buyi standing firmly behind Daoxuan.

The other leaders have also come to support us. There is no chance anymore!

In the crowd, cold arrows continued to fly... Murong Ji wiped the blood from his face and looked around, [The overall situation has been decided! ]

In other words, the moment Daoxuan took out the Zhuxian Sword, he had already won. The rain of swords from the sky finally weakened.

They fought for six or seven hours, but under the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, the war was over in just a dozen breaths.

The blood-red color all over the ground is shocking.

Murong Ji looked at Daoxuan's figure swaying in the sky, and launching the Zhuxian Sword Formation was obviously a huge burden.

After the water qilin fell down, Daoxuan felt dizzy and fell down directly.

Tian Buyi quickly caught Daoxuan and glanced at him, "Seventh Brother!" Murong Ji woke up as if from a dream, hurried over, walked in front of Daoxuan and felt his pulse.

Countless evil spirits have accumulated in Daoxuan's meridians.

Murong Ji was startled, somewhat stunned. Didn't they say that if the Heavenly Secret Seal was not activated, one would not be corroded by evil spirits? ! ! How could it be...

"how's it going?"

Tian Buyi asked anxiously. Although he knew some alchemy and medical skills, he was not as good as his disciple in medicine itself.

Seeing that his disciple was hesitant and unwilling to speak, Tian Buyi did not ask any more questions. He stuffed the Zhuxian Sword in Daoxuan's arms into Murong Ji's hands, picked up Daoxuan, and hurried to the back hall of Yuqing Palace.

"Follow!"

Murong Ji then came to his senses and hurriedly caught up with his master.

[I got the Zhu Xian Sword already? ! ! ]

Looking down, the Zhu Xian Sword was now completely dull. Its texture seemed to be some kind of stone. But if you looked closely, it felt like white marble.

The sword body and the hilt are integrated, and it looks like an ordinary stone sword. The sword body has lines all over it, and it looks a bit worn.

There is a faint crack in the middle of the sword...

He was a little bit unbelievable. The Immortal Execution Sword had cracks at this time? ! ! Who did it?
He exhaled slowly and carefully engraved the patterns on the inside of the Zhu Xian Sword.

Just by looking at the weapon pattern, you can tell that the Zhu Xian Sword has a very long history. It can no longer be called a weapon pattern, it is more appropriate to call it a Tao pattern.

The time was too short, Murong Ji could only memorize the main patterns of the Zhu Xian Sword.

The roof of Yuqing Hall was half gone and it was in ruins.

Walking into the back hall, Murong Ji discovered that there was a living room and bedroom at the back.

Following his master Tian Buyi, Murong Ji's attention was all on the Zhu Xian Sword. He did not come back to his senses until his master called him.

"There's no one else here, tell me about the situation of our head brother!"

Murong Ji took a quick glance and saw that all of them were the heads of the seven sects, except Taoist Cangsong and Taoist Tianyun, all the others were there.

His eyes fell on Shang Zhengliang, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "He's still alive, that's good."

He organized his words and then said, "Master, fellow teachers, the meridians of the head master have been severely corroded by the evil spirit..."

"I know all this! I'm asking you if there is any way to solve it!"

Murong Ji was interrupted by Tian Buyi's scolding voice. Before Murong Ji could speak, Zeng Shuchang said, "Brother Tian, ​​don't joke. Let's quickly remove the evil spirit for Brother Daoxuan!"

"You, my disciple, will be trained and educated when there is nothing else to do..."

Tian Buyi shook his head. "Brother Zeng, you don't know that my disciple is quite capable. Even if you and I use up our true energy, we may not be able to completely eliminate the evil spirit in Brother Daoxuan's body."

"What are you still standing there for? Can you solve it?!"

Murong Ji thought about it carefully, then nodded, "There is a way, maybe we can try it."

As soon as the words fell, several people in the room were stunned. Suddenly, Zeng Shuchang clamped Murong Ji's wrist and touched a bracelet. He felt something strange, but he took a look and didn't think much about it.

"You must be serious! This matter is very important, don't speak nonsense!"

Murong Ji sighed, "My master is here. If I tell a lie, he will beat me."

"Let him give it a try. Let's see whether it succeeds or not..." Shang Zhengliang suddenly said.

The few people stopped trying to stop him and helped Daoxuan sit cross-legged.

Murong Ji was about to absorb the evil spirit with the blood refining method, when suddenly a voice came into his ears, "Do not directly absorb the evil spirit of the Zhuxian Sword into your body."

Diamond bracelet!
Murong Ji was startled, but after calming down, he asked in his heart: [What do you mean? ]

[The resentment of living beings restrains the immortal species. The resentment of the sword Zhu Xian has accumulated for millions of years, and the evil spirit itself is a rare treasure. You don’t have the strength to resist it now. ]

Murong Ji's expression changed instantly. What should he do? ! !
[What if I use the Gathering Immortals Banner? ]

【Then it will have a certain chance of becoming a spirit or a monster. 】

"What's wrong?!" Tian Buyi asked calmly, "Are you injured?"

Murong Ji's face trembled, he glanced at the leaders, and asked in a trembling voice: "Master, what is the origin of this Zhuxian Sword?!"

As soon as Murong Ji asked this question, the faces of the people in the room changed, and they noticed that the Zhu Xian Sword was still in Murong Ji's hand.

Tian Buyi slapped him on the back of the head and said, "Don't ask nonsense questions! Hurry up!" He snatched the Zhu Xian Sword and stepped aside.

Murong Ji thought about it and decided to sacrifice the Juxian Banner. If the magic weapon is gone, you can practice again, but you can't lose yourself.

(End of this chapter)