Chapter 277 (Updated) How about you teach me the secret technique?
Murong Ji suddenly laughed, "Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" After three palm winds attacked one after another, two more palms came.

"Puff puff"

The palm prints passed through the body, five palms in a row, the palms of great compassion, all passed through the body.

Yu Yangzi felt pain all over his body. The brief pain and numbness made his hands lose strength. He could only watch Murong Ji retreat calmly.

"Brilliant Heavenly Power!"

"Lead it with the sword!"

"Crack!"

A huge pillar of lightning fell and appeared in Yu Yangzi's eyes. A fierce look flashed across his face. With a wave of his hand, the Yin-Yang Mirror instantly blocked his head.

The array patterns spread rapidly, and in an instant, a defensive array was formed.

Suddenly, Yu Yangzi's pupils shrank. He didn't know when, but a mirror suddenly appeared behind the Yin-Yang Mirror.

Mysterious and profound mirror!

The Xuanjian vibrated buzzingly, and the light of the Yin-Yang Mirror dissipated in an instant, and the formation shattered like glass.

Everything happened so fast that Yu Yangzi didn't even have a chance to make amends.

"call out!"

The Tianwen Sword directly knocked over the Yin-Yang Mirror, completely cutting off Yu Yangzi's possibility of forming a new formation.

Lightning! Here we are!
Crash down!

"Mu! Rong! Ji!"

There were crackling flashes of lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder, and the sound of Yu Yangzi's gnashing teeth and shrill roars, constantly echoing in the dark night sky.

The overwhelming hatred, along with endless energy and lightning, rushed out, and the low-level disciples of both the righteous and evil sects were directly blasted away.

Wen Min grabbed her junior sister Xiaoshi in one hand and her nephew Chang Qingqing in the other, and was about to ask about their situation.

Then I saw Du Bishu hurriedly chasing after him. Chang Qingfeng was blown away...

I was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

The lightning slowly dissipated, revealing a figure in the middle, half bent over, gasping for breath.

Yu Yangzi glanced around and found himself surrounded by eleven people. There was no way up to heaven and no door to enter the earth.

These people are all righteous and brave.

[It would be great if they were all disciples of my Changsheng Hall. I, Yuyangzi, will definitely use all my knowledge to train them! ]

Suddenly, there was a sweet and fishy taste in my throat.

His face turned pale and he vomited out blood mixed with internal organs, "Ah!", "Cough cough cough." There were coughing and continuous gasping sounds.

"I will make you pay me back a hundredfold for today's revenge!"

Yu Yangzi's eyes were fixed on Murong Ji. Suddenly, his pupils shrank as he watched Murong Ji rushing towards him.

"Senior, you've said that, how can I let you go?!"

Yu Yangzi's face suddenly changed, and the Yin-Yang Mirror flashed black and white light. The next moment, Yu Yangzi and the Yin-Yang Mirror instantly dissipated into mist!

"Five Elements Escape Technique!"

Murong Ji exclaimed in surprise, he saw clearly that the real function of the Yin-Yang Mirror was to blend the Yin-Yang and the Five Elements, which was similar to the effect of his Five-sided Formation Flag, but also different!

Looking around, Yu Yangzi's figure appeared again, but he was a thousand meters away. After all, his injuries were serious, and Yu Yangzi could only stop to catch his breath.

The fire flickered, and when Li Xun's figure appeared again, he was not far from Yu Yangzi.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly, and his technique of burning incense and jade was truly unparalleled!

Murong Ji took a step forward and walked more than ten meters, like Lu Zu's steps when a second-rate man was strolling on the street, and in a few breaths he arrived at Yu Yangzi's side.

Without waiting to make a move, Li Xun swung the Nine Yang Ruler and directly smashed Yu Yangzi to pieces, and the rising mist enveloped the two of them.

"call!"

In an instant, flames suddenly rose and burned all the mist. Looking around, there was no trace of Yu Yangzi.

He really ran away!
After the battle, Murong Ji sat by the fire and took the food and water handed to him by Lu Xueqi.

After taking a short break, he glanced at Xiao Yicai who was negotiating with Fashang and Li Xun.

The Qingyun Sect suffered few casualties, while the most deaths were suffered by the Fenxiang Valley. However, this battle alone put the Fenxiang Valley at a disadvantage in the Death Swamp, and it was almost impossible for them to act alone.

Murong Ji drank the water in his hand, took out a compass from his arms, looked at the direction of the pointer and suddenly smiled.

"Tell Senior Brother Xiao that I'm going to chase Yu Yangzi." Then he stood up and walked into the darkness.

Lu Xueqi frowned slightly, feeling somewhat reluctant, "It's not necessary."

Murong Ji looked back and saw Zeng Shushu, Wen Min, Lin Jingyu and others looking at him. He spread his hands and said, "Yu Yangzi is seriously injured. I don't believe that other forces in the Demon Cult will let him go."

"And, you have all seen the mystery of the Yin-Yang Mirror. If it falls into the hands of the Demon Cult..."

Everyone frowned slightly, but did not speak to stop him.

Chang Qingqing said weakly: "That, that seems to be something from the Demon Cult."

Wen Min suddenly laughed and gave Chang Qingqing a slap on the head. "You're destroying your own master, aren't you afraid that he'll make things difficult for you?"

Chang Qingqing shrank her neck and said, "No way?" Then she looked at Lu Xueqi pitifully, wanting an answer.

Lu Xueqi stared at Murong Ji's back, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

After leaving the camp, Murong Ji did not rush to fly up with his sword. Instead, he held the Tianwen Sword horizontally in his hand, frowning and looking at it carefully.

It was not until this moment that he discovered something unusual about his personal sword. He didn't know when it had become one of the Nine Heavenly Divine Weapons.

Yu Yangzi's cultivation level of the eighth level of Yuqing should not be underestimated. It would be very difficult for an immortal magic weapon to break his defense.

But the Tianwen Sword is not difficult at all.

He had used the flaming sword technique to break through the defense of the Shangqing realm and knew the gap between them. He had also seen the battle between his master and Bai Duzi and the old vampire demon.

"Ha! You actually hid yourself. Are you planning to give me a hard time someday?"

"Zheng!"

The Tianwen Sword instantly emitted a deep blue fluorescence, this was what the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon should look like.

Murong Ji's face became more and more gloomy. He always felt uneasy when using this sword of his.

He took a look at the diamond bracelet on his wrist, and felt a little relieved. He sheathed his sword, flew up on the sword, and chased in the direction where Yu Yangzi fled.

Murong Ji was very fast. After seeing the bonfire in front of him, he landed behind a tree nearby.

After a quick glance, only one in ten disciples of Changsheng Hall were left, and there were only about thirty people who were able to fight, and most of them were killed.

Yu Yangzi leaned against a dead tree and slowly fell asleep, frowning from time to time, showing that he was not sleeping well.

Murong Ji stretched lazily, and the muscles and bones all over his body crackled.

"who!"

Yu Yangzi suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of ferocity and a hint of fear.

Seeing Murong Ji walking out from behind the tree, his pupils shrank instantly.

The Changshengtang disciples around him were instantly awakened and looked at Murong Ji with some fear.

Murong Ji sat by the campfire in front of Yu Yangzi, picked up a piece of meat, tasted it, and found it was soaked in salt. "Hmm, it tastes good. What kind of meat is this?"

Yu Yangzi's face was gloomy, "Murong Ji! What are you going to do!"

Murong Ji threw a piece of the roasted meat directly to Yu Yangzi. Yu Yangzi did not take it, letting the piece of meat fall on his clothes, and refused to let go of the Yin-Yang mirror in his hand.

Murong Ji was somewhat speechless, "Let's not fight for now. Besides, are you my opponent in your current state? Come and sit down, let's talk."

Yu Yangzi waved his hand slightly, and the people in Changsheng Hall slowly sat down, still on guard. Yu Yangzi picked up the piece of meat on his body and put it into his mouth to chew.

The taste spread into my mouth, mixed with the fishy and sweet taste in my mouth. I felt sad for a moment and almost couldn't hold back my tears.

Murong Ji took out some food, heated it up, and placed it in front of Yu Yangzi.

"Senior Yuyangzi, is the Demon Cult leader Qiu Wangyu really a disciple of your Changsheng Hall?"

Yu Yangzi's face was gloomy, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm just curious. I want to satisfy my curiosity. After the battle of Death Swamp, I won't attack you again. The premise is that you tell the truth."

Yu Yangzi was startled, his face trembling, and he kept thinking about Murong Ji's purpose in his heart. He couldn't respond for a long time.

"Senior Yuyangzi, you should know that the other three sects of the Demon Cult are eyeing us covetously."

Yu Yangzi's face turned cold, and then he said: "Okay!"

Murong Ji laughed instantly, "Let's go back to the same question as before. Is Qiu Wangyu a disciple of Changsheng Hall?"

"Yes, he was originally a little-known person. Our Changshengtang was founded 800 years ago. Even when the black-hearted old man was still around, he couldn't force us to do that."

"After the black-hearted old man died, my sect was ordered to guard the temple. While on duty, the old hall master suddenly fell into the cellar below the temple and accidentally entered the underworld."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. The word "Nether Abyss" made his heart skip a beat. He lowered his brows and thought, [Is this the reason why the Nether Saint Mother moved away a treasure house of heaven and earth? ]

[Is it to suppress it? ! ! ]

"The Dark Abyss? Never heard of it. A holy place for the devil?!!"

Yu Yangzi shook his head. "I don't know! The old hall master said so. I have also looked carefully. There is no cellar under the temple. I once suspected that the old hall master remembered it wrong."

[I just don't like you. 】

Murong Ji complained in his heart, who is Qiu Wangyu? If all the exquisite techniques of Changshengtang came from him, then it shows his talent.

Suddenly, Murong Ji thought of something. According to the records of Qingyun Sect, Qiu Wangyu could only defeat Ling Zun and Zhen Yu.

It’s far from Daoxuan!
Afterwards, Murong Ji asked some more questions about magic and escape techniques, and Yu Yangzi began to keep silent.

Murong Ji felt a little helpless. He rubbed his forehead and watched the bonfire flickering.

From the depths of darkness, rustling footsteps gradually came. The sounds around were dense and not fast, but they could gradually oppress Yu Yangzi's nerves.

"Where's Meng Ji? Hasn't he come back yet?"

Murong Ji shrugged his shoulders. "How would I know? I'm the only one chasing after you. Besides, I don't have the time to play psychological warfare with you."

Yu Yangzi seemed to have thought of something, his face turned pale. He held onto the tree trunk, staggered a few steps, and looked around in shock and fear.

"Ah!" Murong Ji yawned.

(End of this chapter)