Chapter 291 Are you Zhang Xiaofan’s subordinate?

After a while, Zhang Xiaofan couldn't hold on any longer. He half-knelt in the formation, his body was burnt and charred, he gasped for air, and looked at Murong Ji with pleading eyes.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly and set up a small Xuanhuo Formation out of thin air. After finding nothing unusual, he calmed down the Xuanhuo Formation and suppressed his anger.

"let's go."

Murong Ji tapped his feet lightly and jumped directly out of the Xuanhuo Altar, and Lu Xueqi quickly followed.

Xiaobai walked up to Zhang Xiaofan, suppressed his charm, and asked, "Where did you get the Mysterious Fire Mirror? And where is Xiao Liuzi?"

Zhang Xiaofan was startled, and gently stroked the Mysterious Fire Mirror, reminiscing a little, and told what happened back then...

Xiao Bai raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, his eyes fell on the half-dead monkey on his shoulder, "The three-eyed monkey has a violent and evil aura in its eyes."

Then he looked at the weapon in Zhang Xiaofan's hand, "The Soul-Snatching and Blood-Thirsty Pearls are both rare evil things in the world. They contain violent evil energy and can infect people's souls invisibly. Sooner or later, you will go crazy and die."

After saying this, he walked towards the door with light footsteps.

"Who are you?!" Zhang Xiaofan was shocked. He had no idea what his own situation was, which was why he was constantly searching for the Heavenly Book.

Xiaobai looked back and smiled, ignoring him, he walked out of the Xuanhuo Altar, exhaled a long breath, and looked at the starry sky, as if he was reborn.

He came to his senses, jumped up, and chased in the direction of Murong Ji.

Murong Ji landed in the jungle, looked at the fire in front of him, slapped it with one palm, and put it out. Then the soil surged and slowly buried the fire.

Turning his head to look at Fenxiang Valley, he saw Lu Xueqi's watery eyes, "Uh...what's wrong?"

"who is she?"

Murong Ji almost laughed out loud, "The Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox is the one who stole the Mysterious Fire Mirror."

Lu Xueqi did not ask any more questions. She turned around and looked at the sky fox Xiaobai who had just flown in from the distance. Inexplicably, she felt so much malice and rejection.

Xiaobai landed on the ground and just took a quick glance, and he roughly figured out what was going on.

Without saying much, he bowed to Murong Ji and said, "Thank you for your help, sir."

Murong Ji nodded, "When will you take us to the Demon-Suppressing Cave?"

"Not urgent."

As soon as he finished speaking, another person flew over, Zhang Xiaofan.

Lu Xueqi's jade hand touched the hilt of the Tianya Sword, secretly on guard. A murderous aura slowly emerged.

Zhang Xiaofan seemed unaware, looking at Murong Ji, and asked slowly: "Seventh Senior Brother, you have a way to repair Bi Yao's soul, right?"

Murong Ji glanced at him and handed him a palm-sized jade gourd, "Soul-nourishing Pill."

Zhang Xiaofan took it carefully and after opening the jade gourd, a fragrance of elixir wafted out. This fragrance was not a sense of smell, but a feeling from the soul.

Lu Xueqi frowned slightly, feeling unhappy as she watched her good things being given away.

"Seventh Brother, what do you want?"

"The heavenly book in the wordless jade disk in Fenxiang Valley. Or the star disk in Pu Fang's hand, or the Huaxi furnace in Tianyin Temple."

Zhang Xiaofan was shocked. These things were not simple objects! He glanced at the gourd in his hand and said, "Okay, I will definitely get it for you."

Murong Ji stretched lazily and glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, "Bi Yao's soul is seriously damaged. Before using the medicine, I suggest you find someone to perform a necromancy to help her summon some of her soul back."

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned and nodded.

"I'll give you another message. Go to Qilidong and find a man named Tumagu. Tell him that Murong Ji introduced you to me and ask him for a favor."

Having said that, Murong Ji threw the token over.

"Thank you!"

Before Murong Ji could answer, he saw another figure appear in the jungle, Jin Ping'er.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, said no more words, turned around and walked towards the depths of the jungle.

The next morning.

Murong Ji walked out of a residential building, wearing the clothes of the local tribe. It was a coarse linen shirt with a blue base color, which made it look more simple.

"squeak"

The door was pushed open, and Murong Ji looked at Tianhu Xiaobai, who was standing at the door of the room. She was wearing ordinary clothes of a woman from southern Xinjiang, with her beautiful face and the charm that she exuded all the time.

On the contrary, it highlights the unique charm of women in southern Xinjiang, which is a fusion of culture and heritage. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is soul-stirring.

"squeak"

The door opened again, and Murong Ji turned around to see Lu Xueqi, who was wearing a silver dress with a light blue background, a typical aristocratic lady from the Miao area.

But the temperament is not so harmonious, and the cold feeling has a different kind of beauty.

Seeing Murong Ji's "seeing flesh" look, Lu Xueqi frowned slightly, always feeling that this kind of dress was too ostentatious. This kind of clothes was rarely worn by local clan ladies.

"Let's go!" The voice was still cold, with a hint of impatience in it.

Murong Ji stretched lazily and said, "Let's go. Let's go now."

I bought a carriage, the kind without a canopy. Here, it is almost impossible to buy a carriage for clan ladies to ride.

Heading towards Tianshui Village. If you want to go to the Demon-Suppressing Cave, you must pass by Tianshui Village and Qilidong.

Fenxiang Valley has a great influence in Southern Xinjiang. If you fly with a sword, you will inevitably be checked. The journey was smooth, and when I met the disciples of Fenxiang Valley, I was not troubled too much.

Murong Ji suddenly swung his whip, and with a "snap" sound, he suddenly asked, "Senior Tianhu, why did you steal the Mysterious Fire Mirror?"

There was no sound behind him for a long time, and Murong Ji did not urge him.

"Hehe, don't call me senior, just call me Xiaobai. When I'm with your young wife, who can tell how old I am?" As he said that, he moved closer to Lu Xueqi, wanting to get close to her.

"Zheng"

The Tianya Sword was pulled out halfway in an instant. Xiaobai looked at Lu Xueqi with amusement, then sighed lightly and sat down.

Murong Ji looked back and saw that there really was no difference between twenty-four years old and two thousand four hundred years old.

"Then why did the senior want to steal the Mysterious Fire Mirror?"

Xiaobai rolled his eyes. "What else could it be? Of course, they wanted to use this treasure to expand the tribe, but I didn't expect..."

Murong Ji didn't ask any more questions. Many things, once made too clear, would no longer be able to coexist.

Walking into Tianshui Village, Murong Ji was still a little dazed. Unconsciously, fifteen years had passed.

In the world of Zhu Xian, time seems to be worthless.

When they came to their senses, they realized that a lot of people had gathered around them without them noticing, and their eyes were constantly on the car. Xiaobai and Lu Xueqi must be the most beautiful people in the world.

Naturally eye-catching.

Murong Ji turned around and met Lu Xueqi's murderous eyes, as if she was blaming him for finding a conspicuous piece of clothing.

Murong Ji smiled slightly. Even if Lu Xueqi wore something else, the two of them would create the same effect.

Suddenly, another man stopped the carriage, stood in front of it, and kept showing his strength to the woman in the carriage.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, took off his shirt, revealing his fair and strong body, and then watched the person who stopped the car in front of him walk away in despair.

Lu Xueqi's mouth twitched, "Boring."

Xiao Bai smiled and said, "A man is willing to protect his woman, shouldn't you be happy?"

Lu Xueqi turned her head away and said nothing.

Hearing the sound of slapping, he turned around and saw Murong Ji, with a gloomy face, knocking several people to the ground.

"drive!"

As the carriage moved forward, the wheels rolled directly over the legs of one of the men, but the man didn't even dare to wail.

"Has he been to Southern Xinjiang? Can he understand the local dialect of Southern Xinjiang?"

Lu Xueqi listened to Xiao Bai's words and looked up at Murong Ji's back. There were a few scratches on his smooth and white back. Her cold face suddenly flushed.

As it was getting dark, Murong Ji found an inn to stay in.

Nothing happened that night, and we arrived at Qilidong near dusk the next day.

Qilidong is very lively. It seems that some merchants from wealthy families have come here.

Murong Ji took a quick glance and suddenly saw Lin Jingyu in the crowd. Lin Jingyu's appearance was too prominent.

The two looked at each other, Lin Jingyu uttered two words softly, and Murong Ji compared his lip movements and found that what he said was, "Go quickly."

Murong Ji lowered his eyelids and glanced at the people around him. He did not find anyone from Fenxiang Valley. However, if it was really that easy to find, Lin Jingyu would not have to be so cautious.

Murong Ji pressed his straw hat and did not book an inn. The three of them bought some daily necessities and went straight to the Demon-Suppressing Cave.

After passing Qilidong and going deeper into the Shiwanda Mountains, there is almost no road.

The three men flew on swords in the jungle, using the trees to hide their figures. Their speed was not fast, but it still took them two days to travel this distance.

"It smells like blood!"

Xiaobai sniffed it gently with his clever nose, and then said, "It's human blood, the cultivation is not bad."

Murong Ji frowned slightly, and flew along the smell on his sword. Not far away, he saw a fish-headed man dismembering a seriously injured person.

That person is not completely dead yet.

His pupils shrank and four sword energies shot out instantly, killing the fish-headed man.

When he landed next to the man, he found that he was a bald monk.

The monk had been cut in half by the fish-headed man. Blood was gushing out of his mouth and blood was gushing out. When he saw Murong Ji and the others, he opened his mouth to say something.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, turned his head and saw the token of the Ghost King Sect.

"The killer monk? Zhang Xiaofan's subordinate?"

Seeing him nod, I calculated the time and thought that he should have escaped from the Demon-Suppressing Cave.

After thinking about it, Murong Ji squatted down, took out a pill and fed it into his mouth to help him dissolve the medicine and heal his injuries.

He dragged his lower body over and placed it against his upper body. Endless life energy surged out and helped him heal his injuries.

Murong Ji checked his throat and made sure he could speak, then asked, "What did you find?"

(End of this chapter)