Chapter 294 Can He Still Become a Human Being?

The one who was chopped off still had some life in him.

"It's quite interesting. The ancient arts of the Huaiguang clan are quite interesting."

Wiping off the blood on the sword, Murong Ji glanced coldly at the other monsters. After the monsters lost their physical advantages, they were nothing in terms of magic.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled, his eyes instantly became sharp and murderous, and with a flash of his body, he rushed into the group of monsters.

The sky became increasingly gloomy, and these days the Ten Thousand Mountains were always immersed in large patches of dark clouds, giving a look as if a storm was about to come.

Lu Xueqi pushed open the door and looked at the sky outside, full of worry.

"Junior Sister Lu, don't worry. Junior Brother Murong is cunning... uh... shivering, how can he suffer? He is kind if he doesn't cheat others."

Zeng Shushu leaned against the door and comforted him with a playful smile.

"Maybe he has already rushed back to Qingyun."

Lu Xueqi glanced at the people who were packing up their things and slowly exhaled, "I hope so."

Near noon, everyone from Qingyun Sect stood in front of the Fensheng Gate, Xiao Yicai, Fashang and Li Xun said goodbye. Lu Xueqi suddenly looked back, still full of worry.

Wen Min stepped forward and gently took her hand, comforting her: "Don't worry, Junior Brother Murong is not the kind of person who can't figure things out. He will save his own life."

"What you have to do now is to pass on the news about the Beast God, and..." Wen Min hesitated and asked uncertainly, "Xueqi, is the news you have found true..."

Lu Xueqi frowned slightly, "I believe him."

"Junior sister Lu."

Li Xun came over with a smile on his face. "I didn't expect that Junior Sister Lu would come again for this mission. If there is another mission next time, come to me, and I will definitely..."

"No need." Lu Xueqi's face was cold and she turned around and hid behind Wen Min.

Wen Min raised the corner of her mouth slightly, "Junior Brother Li Xun, thank you for your kindness these days."

Li Xun opened his mouth, wanting to say something to Lu Xueqi, but he didn't know how to start. He knew that Lu Xueqi had a cold personality and didn't like to talk much.

"In that case, I wish you all a safe journey. Junior Sister Lu, stay safe."

Watching everyone flying away on their swords, Li Xun was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"Is she that good?"

An old voice sounded, and Li Xun was shocked. This person could actually appear behind him silently.

Looking back, he relaxed and bowed, "Master. You are out of retreat."

"Yeah." Yun Yilan put his hands behind his back, looked at the righteous disciples who were gradually disappearing, and suddenly asked: "Is Hong'er not good? Do you think so little of her?"

Li Xun's forehead was slightly sweaty. "Junior sister is very good, I like her very much, but..."

"It's just that her appearance is not as good as Lu Xueqi's, right?" Yun Yilan interrupted, narrowing his eyes slightly and staring at Li Xun. Seeing his uneasy look, he sighed.

"Never mind. Lu Xueqi has a rare beauty. She would be a good match for you. Since you like her, I will propose marriage to her for you someday."

Li Xun was delighted and looked up at his master. Just as he was about to thank him, Yun Yilan waved her hand and interrupted him, "You have to marry Hong'er as your legal wife. This cannot be changed."

"The terrain of our Fenxiang Valley is special. The Mountain and River Palace and the Mysterious Fire Altar are far apart. These are two crucial locations for guarding the pass, and they are also the important places for the inheritance of our Fenxiang Valley! You must know the importance of this."

Li Xun bowed. "Disciple knows."

Yun Yilan nodded, looked towards the back of the Mountain and River Hall, and said slowly: "Go to the ancestral temple to get a copy of the ancestral remains and send it to your third uncle's room."

Li Xun's heart skipped a beat, and he was filled with doubts, but he didn't dare to ask. He was even more curious about his Third Uncle, whom he had never met before.

"Yes. I'll take my leave, disciple."

Yun Yilan looked at Li Xun's departing back and sighed slowly.

Li Xun walked through the pavilion on the left side of the Shanhe Hall, headed towards the back mountain, entered a courtyard built against the mountain, and went forward to burn incense.

"Disciple Li Xun, I respectfully ask for forgiveness from all the masters. Now I need a set of spirit bones to defeat the barbarians..."

They kowtowed and burned incense, then walked to a secret room built against the mountain in the backyard. Inside, there were countless coffins arranged in an orderly manner. These people were all the ancestors of Fenxiang Valley, and some were just cenotaphs.

Li Xun picked up a coffin, kowtowed and apologized, and then opened the coffin to take out the bones.

He picked up the bones one by one, wrapped them up, put them on his back, and walked out.

Before leaving, Li Xun looked back with a solemn expression, "My remains will be placed here from now on!"

When a cultivator's cultivation reaches the Shangqing realm, his bones, after years of cleansing and transformation by his true essence, are no different from before and are no worse than ordinary immortal-grade magic weapons.

The corpses of some high-level cultivators, such as strong ones like his master Yun Yilan, can be refined into magic weapons, which are excellent materials for upgrading to Ninth Heaven Divine Weapons in a short period of time.

Although doing so is disrespectful to the ancestors, in a sect like theirs, every generation fights to the death, and being able to make a difference after death is actually a supreme honor.

Li Xun's face was serious as he walked into the elders' villa and found the empty room that had been cleaned by his fellow apprentices. He placed the remains of his master respectfully and then slowly left.

On the other side, Murong Ji pulled the Tianwen Sword out from the snake-headed man's chest. A stream of blood sprayed on his face, and he wiped it randomly with some disgust.

Then he swept his eyes around, and found that none of the twenty barbarian masters were alive. He swung his sword violently to shake off the blood on the Tianwen Sword.

Then his eyes fell on the sword. After surviving the heavenly tribulation, this sword became extremely useful.

"How is it? I'm pretty good, right? Very useful, right?"

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he turned to look at a young woman standing not far away. The young woman was dignified and gentle, graceful and generous, and had a kind of majesty.

The crown and robes she wore showed her extraordinaryness. With her hands on her abdomen, every move she made seemed dignified.

What frightened Murong Ji even more was that he felt a slight sense of oppression in his soul.

"I have countless useful magic weapons. If they are not enough, I can refine more."

He slowly sheathed the sword and flipped his hand. A gray bead appeared in his palm, but there were many cracks on the bead, caused by lightning.

Murong Ji slowly activated the gray bead, and the corpses around him slowly turned into dust and merged into the bead like flowing light.

Looking again, the corpses were gone and only some water stains were left.

"You mean Xian'er? She's very capable, but she's too young."

Murong Ji frowned slightly, "Who is Xian'er?"

The young woman waved her hand slightly, and a stream of light appeared in Murong Ji's dragon ring and fell in front of Murong Ji.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank and he took a breath of cold air. Lu Xueqi? ! !
Then a strong murderous intent emerged, and Lu Xueqi was so scared that she trembled all over. She saluted him tremblingly, her movements were unskilled and awkward.

"Okay, you scared her." The young woman pulled Lu Xueqi over and comforted her gently.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly and rubbed his forehead with some melancholy.

Without waiting for anyone to speak, the young woman said, "Weapon spirits have a special feeling for the people who created them. Wanting to be the most important thing to you is Xian'er's... obsession rooted in her heart."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he suddenly remembered that when he was practicing with Lu Xueqi, he often took out the Gathering Immortal Banner to assist in his practice.

"So it turned into Xueqi's appearance? What's going on?" Murong Ji slapped his face, and after letting it go, his expression became a little solemn.

"and who are you?"

The young woman bowed to Murong Ji gently, "My original body was the Cang Ming Mirror, which was broken during the fight and melted into the Tian Wen Sword by you. You can call me Tian Hua, how about that, Master."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he flipped his hand, and the Gathering Immortal Banner floated on his palm, "Xian'er? Gathering Immortal Banner? Murong Xian'er?"

Tianhua was a little embarrassed and emphasized: "Lu Xian'er."

As soon as the words fell, Murong Ji's murderous intent slowly spread. Is he going to cause trouble? Why not call Lu Xueqi? !
I am afraid that in the future, when things become more serious, I will not rebel against Tian Gang? !
His eyes swept towards Tianhua, and he decided to get rid of both weapon spirits at once. How could he allow others to sleep beside his bed?

The most unreliable things in this world are living beings. You never know when they will betray you!

"Master, calm down. We are still useful." Tianhua bowed again, "I have ten thousand years of experience and can help you a lot."

"And Lu Xian'er, there is a world of difference in power between a magic weapon with a weapon spirit and a magic weapon without a weapon spirit."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he waved his hand to put Lu Xian'er away. Then he looked at Tianhua, thought for a moment, and nodded slowly.

It is really helpful to have someone with great insight by your side, [but you have to be careful too. 】

He walked forward, found a safe place and rested for a while.

In the following days, Murong Ji killed the barbarians, killing as many as possible, regardless of good or evil, but only caring about his stance.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise coming from the horizon. Murong Ji looked up and saw the clouds in the sky gathering rapidly. Countless lightning flashed, as if the sky was collapsing.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. Those were not dark clouds, but evil spirits! The evil spirits of heaven and earth were gathering in a circle.

The evil spirit is overwhelming!
From here, it can be seen that there is a large patch of pitch-black clouds, which are constantly surging and rotating, and then slowly gather into a black tornado.

Murong Ji stared at that direction in a daze, "Something happened."

What else could happen? ! Besides the resurrection of the Beast God, who else could gather such a mighty evil spirit? ! !
Suddenly, he felt that his previous behavior of dispersing evil spirits was like that of a fool. For the Beast God to be resurrected, he did not need an exquisite skeleton, or rather, those artifacts.

[Can he still become a human being? ]

Murong Ji's brows were filled with worry. Is it more powerful, the beast god who has become a human being or the beast god with evil spirit and hollow body?

Watching the evil spirit in the sky gradually dissipate and drizzle falling from the sky, Murong Ji finally came to his senses.

"Is the Beast God's calamity really unavoidable?!"

Feeling depressed, I reached out to catch some of the drizzling rain.

(End of this chapter)