Chapter 279 Your Rule Is Not Fast Enough, Nor Is It Cruel Enough
Zhang Xiaofan's head buzzed and his ears were ringing. He retreated hastily to a safe distance. The Ghost King Sect's masters instantly protected Zhang Xiaofan to prevent a sneak attack.

Murong Ji passed behind Yu Yangzi, clamped his wrist, and his true energy invaded his body. With a sudden change of direction, he directly returned Qin Wuyan's poison.

It also spread to the crowd of disciples of the Wan Du Sect, and instantly there were bursts of terrible howling.

Murong Ji landed beside Yu Yangzi and supported Yu Yangzi, who was almost paralyzed on the ground. "Senior, are you sure you want to completely cut off the inheritance of Changsheng Hall?"

Yu Yangzi's heavy breathing continued to be heard, "I, my Holy Church has not fallen to this level. I, Yu Yangzi, am one of the orthodox of the Holy Church. Even if I want to pass on the teachings, I will pass them on to the disciples of the Holy Church. You? Are you worthy?"

Murong Ji was not angry, he nodded and said with a smile: "That's good."

"See you on your journey, Senior."

The next moment, Murong Ji directly broke Yu Yangzi's neck.

Afterwards, Murong Ji grabbed Yu Yangzi's head, drew out a stream of transparent energy from the Baihui acupoint, and slowly held it in his hand.

Slowly approaching with his soul, Yu Yangzi's life gradually unfolded before Murong Ji's eyes.

He took out the notebook and wrote the technique on it. Then he carefully searched Yu Yangzi's memory. Suddenly, Murong Ji laughed, "Heavenly Demon Strategy, this is interesting."

As soon as he tightened his grip, Yu Yangzi's soul scattered and turned into fluorescent dots.

Murong Ji picked up the Yin-Yang Mirror and took a look at it. It was somewhat similar to the Bagua Mirror. This Nine Heavens Divine Weapon had unfathomable power. Even Yu Yangzi had never unleashed its true strength.

After putting it away, he took a quick look at the three sects of the Demonic Cult that were closely surrounding him.

Zhang Xiaofan, Qin Wuyan and Jin Ping'er looked at him with serious faces and surrounded him from three directions.

Murong Ji suddenly laughed and said, "What, you still want to keep me here?"

"Murong Ji, you manipulate souls, which is really despised by cultivators! You are a righteous person, but you are so cruel, you..."

"Hahaha, hahahaha, Qin Wuyan, how do you feed the poisonous insects of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect? They feed on human blood, right?"

"Poisonous snakes and insects are naturally bloodthirsty. Of all the blood, they are most thirsty for human blood. You, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, plunder innocent people and feed poisonous creatures with their blood and bodies, and you still have the nerve to criticize me!"

Qin Wuyan suddenly smiled, "Then we have never played with other people's souls."

Murong Ji glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, then looked at Jin Ping'er, "I think you are not concerned about the soul or not, but the people of your Holy Church are being played with."

"He was a person of a very high generation. It's just that the rabbit died and the fox was sad."

Murong Ji straightened his hair and looked at Yu Yangzi's body with contempt, "I have no form, but I also have thousands of forms. What form I take depends on your behavior."

"When you see evil, do more evil, and evil will turn into good. When you see good, do more good, and courtesy will be reciprocated."

"If I, Murong Ji, have the power to dominate the world, both the Demonic Sect and the Holy Sect will become good at singing and dancing and love peace. What do you think?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a purple light flashed in front of Murong Ji. What he didn't expect was that the first person to take action was Jin Ping'er.

Murong Ji's figure suddenly became erratic, and the purple blade seemed to be striking into the air, hitting nothing.

But Murong Ji was definitely there!
"The techniques of Changshengtang are mysterious, the Yin-Yang and Five Elements, this nearly invincible technique was actually used by them like this."

"Next, it's my turn."

The next moment, several huge mud snakes suddenly jumped out of the mud and crashed into the groups of people from the three groups.

The incident happened so suddenly that almost no one had time to react, and dozens of people died.

When he looked up, Murong Ji had disappeared, and what was left were seven or eight fierce mud snakes, which kept coiling around and strangling him. While he was distracted, more than a dozen people were strangled to death.

The others finally reacted, their faces turned pale, and they all flew into the air using their magic weapons.

Only then did they realize that the surrounding area of ​​several thousand meters had turned into an endless quagmire.

There was a piece of land in the middle of the mud. Murong Ji stood there, looked up at them, and stretched lazily.

Zhang Xiaofan and the other two looked solemnly at the ground below. The power of this spell might not be that strong, but it was a great weapon for clearing an area.

If we cooperate with many masters of the righteous path on the battlefield, we will be invincible.

Their plan to set up an array to deal with Murong Ji failed!
"Come down and fight!"

As soon as Murong Ji finished speaking, Zhang Xiaofan's figure disappeared instantly. When he appeared again, he was beside Murong Ji.

Hit him with a stick without holding back.

Murong Ji grabbed it with his bare hands and stopped the attack of the Soul-Devouring Stick.

When his true essence came into contact with it, he found that his qi and blood were constantly being sucked out of his body, accompanied by waves of dizziness and nausea.

"jingle!"

Invisible sound waves gradually spread out. After resisting this feeling, Murong Ji used the method of blood refining to counter it.

Zhang Xiaofan's forehead was covered with sweat. He forced himself to suppress his surging blood and energy. With a violent shake, he freed the Soul-Devouring Stick from Murong Ji's grip and dropped it far away.

He looked at Murong Ji with a frown.

Murong Ji took a glance and saw that the people from the three factions were flying in the air, still surrounding him.

The next moment, countless magical weapons fell.

Murong Ji cursed inwardly. He wanted to show off by taking on three people at once, but now, they actually wanted to kill him.

With a "bang", Murong Ji dispersed like mist, which was the same magic that Yu Yangzi used when he escaped. Jin Ping'er's pupils shrank, and then they opened again, and she said in surprise: "Escaped?!"

"Golden Fairy, Blood Prince, let's stay at the Changsheng Hall. It will give us peace of mind if we can pocket the benefits."

"it is good."

Murong Ji returned to Changsheng Hall again, but this time, he was in Yuyangzi's room.

He jumped onto the beam and took down a box. Inside the box was a banner. Murong Ji stretched out his hand and shook it, and the banner opened, revealing an evil pattern.

Murong Ji was startled. Is this the Heavenly Demon Banner? !

When he opened the bottom of the box, he found a book without a name, but Murong Ji could guess what it was.

He flipped through it and his expression gradually became serious. This was not a human martial art!

After putting it away, he jumped off the beam and disappeared into the darkness.

Half an hour later, the three sects of the Demon Cult faced the empty storehouse of the Changsheng Hall and fell into deep thought...

As soon as dawn broke, some people got up to prepare food.

Chang Qingqing came out of the tent, her eyes narrowed slightly with a smile, and she stretched lazily like her master.

Then he carried the Momei sword on his back and walked towards the open space on the side, and began today's morning lesson.

Soon, Chang Qingfeng came to her side.

"You got up late today!" Chang Qingqing suddenly said, seeming to be a reminder and also a blame.

"Yeah." Chang Qingfeng responded in a muffled voice, and then quickly started doing his homework.

Not far away, Li Xun was looking at the two of them in a daze.

He was very familiar with the two's moves and routines, many of which were from Fenxiang Valley. Thinking of Murong Ji, Li Xun's face darkened.

Then his eyes fell on the little girl. He had seen the powerful Momei Sword before. Unlike the Nine Yang Ruler, this weapon could be used as a ruler or a sword.

Unconsciously, Li Xun walked up to the two of them, watching them doing their homework, and smiled slightly, "Little girl, your ruler is too gentle, not fast enough, and not cruel enough."

Chang Qingqing glanced at him, too lazy to pay attention to him, and continued doing her homework.

Li Xun raised his eyebrows slightly. He was looked down upon by her, but he was not angry at all. He smiled again and said, "Your master Murong Ji is an excellent swordsman. He is nothing when it comes to ruler skills. How about you take a look at my ruler skills?"

"Who told you that this is a ruler? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!" Chang Qingqing turned around, ignored him, and continued practicing sword.

Li Xun's face twitched, and this time he didn't say anything more. He just watched Chang Qingqing dance with the sword quietly.

After a while, you will figure out the trick. Although this sword has no edge, when it is made into a sword, sword energy will burst out on the ruler as the blade.

It seemed to be able to strengthen the sword energy, and the sword blade was no worse than the ordinary Nine Heavens Divine Weapon.

Li Xun's face looked a little ugly. After thinking for a while, he suddenly said, "Little girl, it would be boring for you to practice alone, and the effect won't be great. How about you and I ask the sword?"

Chang Qingqing's eyes lit up. She glanced at Chang Qingfeng and felt relieved when she saw him hurriedly running off to find Uncle Wenmin.

"Okay! Don't cheat."

"Haha, come on." Li Xun drew out the Nine Yang Ruler and began to teach Chang Qingqing some moves.

After dozens of moves, Li Xun discovered the secret of the Momei Sword. He pressed the Momei Sword down with one foot, and then he could see the words on the sword clearly.

"The world is all white, but I am black."

Li Xun's face darkened again, and he cursed in his heart: [What a crooked and evil way! Misleading young people! ]

Looking at the other side, it was written, 'Black eyebrows without edges, like a sword but not an attack.' He raised his eyebrows again, but said nothing.

After hundreds of moves, Chang Qingqing was exhausted and sweating, but he managed to catch every move.

Li Xun put away the Nine Yang Ruler, his face darkening. He was astonished by the breadth of this sword technique, and suddenly he understood one thing.

It turns out that swordsmanship can be practiced this way.

"How about it? My swordsmanship is amazing, isn't it?"

Li Xun looked at Chang Qingqing and suddenly smiled, "Amazing, indeed amazing. Little girl, how about you become my disciple? If you become my disciple, you will be the master of Fenxiang Valley in the future."

"Junior Brother Li Xun, you come to tease my nephew so early in the morning. You don't even act like an elder."

Li Xun's face froze. He took a deep breath and turned to look. Wen Min was standing not far away, looking at him with some anger.

"Please forgive me, Senior Sister Wenmin. I was rude."

After Li Xun left, Wen Min walked up to Chang Qingqing, saw how tired she was, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off her face, then said, "He has a grudge against your master, you have to be careful of him."

"Well, I know, Master has said so."

Wen Min smiled and pinched her little face, "Let's go, take a shower first, and then we'll be on our way after breakfast."

after breakfast,

(End of this chapter)