Chapter 296: Is it not enough that my faction has guarded the southern border for eight hundred years? !
Suddenly, he felt that what he said was not right, so he added: "If he is defeated, he will naturally ask us for help."

Daoxuan nodded, he also meant the same thing.

Lu Xueqi frowned slightly, took a step forward, and said, "Master, the beast god is formed by evil spirits. Any monster it touches will definitely become a monster. By then... by then, when the sixty-three tribes of Southern Xinjiang go north, Fenxiang Valley may not be able to stop them!"

Daoxuan's pupils shrank, and he asked, "But did you see it with your own eyes?"

Lu Xueqi hesitated for a moment and said, "No, Junior Brother Murong said it himself. He had been into the Demon-Suppressing Ancient Cave."

Daoxuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "We already know, Junior Brother Lu, you can go and rest first."

Lu Xueqi wanted to say something more, but when she opened her mouth, she suddenly felt that her words were not convincing, so she changed her words and said, "Disciple, I'll take my leave."

After Lu Xueqi left, Daoxuan and Shuiyue discussed for a long time.

Suddenly, Shuiyue seemed to have thought of something, and her face darkened, "You didn't send anyone else on this mission, and only sent Xueqi to Southern Xinjiang..."

The smile on Daoxuan's face gradually faded, "Isn't there Murong Ji accompanying her?"

Shuiyue snorted coldly, "Master, you know the truth. I just think that Xueqi and Murong Ji are the best match."

“If…” Shuiyue paused, her face darkening, “By then, how will the head brother explain to nephew Murong!”

Daoxuan had no expression on his face, and said calmly: "Of course, I am doing my best for the sect. What's the harm in making some sacrifices? What do you need to explain?"

"Humph!" Shuiyue waved his sleeves and looked at Daoxuan coldly, "Nagato really can't stand my little Zhufeng doing well!"

"Junior Sister Shuiyue, let's put aside our positions and consider the development of Qingyun Sect. Among their generation, are Lu Xueqi and Murong Ji really suitable to be together?"

"They are a talented man and a beautiful girl, that's true. I think they are a good match. But what about Qingyun Sect?! Zhang Xiaofan was born in Dazhu Peak! Song Daren was born in Dazhu Peak! And Murong Ji was also born in Dazhu Peak!"

"Among the younger generation of both the righteous and evil sects, there is someone who can rival either of them!"

"Lu Xueqi is at the fourth level of Shangqing, and she defeated the eighth level of Shangqing! If Murong Ji and Lu Xueqi were to fight to the death, would they have a chance of winning? Junior Sister Shuiyue! After we die, will Qingyun Sect be disbanded?!"

"How can you be sure! If they get married, Qingyun Sect will definitely break up!" Shuiyue panted.

The sword formation left by Patriarch Qingye was indeed powerful, and the seven-veined inheritance was indeed brilliant, but it also laid the seeds of disaster.

Passed down from generation to generation, there is already a tendency for the various peaks of Qingyun Sect to split. By then, will the Zhuxian Sword Formation still be able to exert its power? !

"Even though they can't, I believe they can't, but! But Dazhu Peak and Xiaozhu Peak are too strong. With Dazhu Peak's protective nature, how can the sect's rules be enforced!"

"If they try to stop us, who can defeat them? Without the restraining power of Tongtian Peak, the Elders' Hall, the Law Enforcement Hall, and the Discipline Hall, how can the people of Qingyun Sect not be demoralized?"

"People's hearts are broken, how long will it take for Qingyun Sect to be destroyed?"

Daoxuan's voice became increasingly high-pitched and sharp, and unknowingly, a hint of murderous intent emerged in it.

Shuiyue suddenly came to her senses, looked at Daoxuan's ferocious eyes, and suddenly calmed down, quietly reaching for the sword. "Master Brother? Are you okay?"

Daoxuan was startled for a moment, then reacted, sighed, shook his head, and softened his tone, "While we are still alive, we can set rules for them. If we die, Murong Ji will definitely demand power."

"He is not a person who practices quietly like Junior Brother Tian." Daoxuan looked a little sad. Lu Xueqi and Murong Ji were both extremely powerful among the younger generation.

In another ten years, even his eldest disciple might not be able to defeat them...

"Why? Why do they have to favor each other..."

Shuiyue's heart sank again and again, listening to Daoxuan's mumbling, feeling helpless, the seven great leaders were disunited, Tian Buyi kept silent, Zeng Shuchang remained silent, Shang Zhengliang became a fool...

When did Qingyun Sect become like this?
The Seven Veins’ meetings are gone, the Elders’ meetings are gone, the Zhufeng’s sermons are gone…

When will the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition be cancelled?

This peak is falling, that peak is growing.

In every generation, no matter what time it is, there are always people who hold up the Qingyun Sect.

[When did it become like this…]

Shuiyue looked sad, and her face was unconsciously filled with worry.

"If Senior Brother Wan were here..." The voice was very soft, but it was deafening to Daoxuan. He was stunned on the spot, and his whole body was shaking...

Unconsciously, his eyes were dyed blood red. He turned his head and asked weakly, "Am I always inferior to him in your eyes?"

Shuiyue did not answer. She stood up, bowed to Daoxuan, and flew out of Yuqing Palace.

Daoxuan sat in the empty hall in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time...

After a long time, Daoxuan stood up and looked at the elders' seats on both sides. A lot of dust had accumulated there. For a moment, he felt lost...

"Am I not as good as him..."

Ghost King Sect.

Bi Yao's room was now filled with array patterns and densely packed bright red marks that looked very strange no matter how you looked at them.

The great wizard picked up the love bell and shook it gently.

The sound of "ding-ling" spread throughout the house, and then it was placed on the center of the formation. The soul-guiding formation was activated, and a strange red light lit up in the house.

A shadow slowly emerged from the Hehuan Bell. Wanrenwang and Zhang Xiaofan breathed more carefully, for fear of disturbing her by accident.

The shadow slowly merged into Biyao's body, and the Hehuan bell fell to the ground with a clang, waking the two of them up.

Then the great wizard activated the formation, and the blood used to draw the formation suddenly began to flow slowly, like the veins of a living being, constantly flowing with blood.

The evil energy around them condensed and merged into the blood. After a while, it seemed to lead them into a strange space.

In just a moment, the surrounding stone walls and the stone floors above and below disappeared, and all that was left was endless darkness, boundless...

Zhang Xiaofan's heart was beating hard, he was extremely shocked. He had seen this method before! He had seen Murong Ji research it before!
The scriptures sung by the great wizard seemed like whispers from eternity.

Zhang Xiaofan suddenly came back to his senses, looking at the ghosts swimming around him in a mighty force, he was shocked and kept looking for a familiar figure among the ghosts.

Suddenly, a series of emerald green shadows appeared in the formation and slowly walked towards Biyao.

That location is the Yongquan acupoint...

"Three souls and seven spirits, gather the spirits to become a god. Combine the gods and search the spirits, and they become one!"

Wanrenwang and Zhang Xiaofan watched as Biyao's soul gathered together, their hearts pounding, and they breathed carefully, fearing that if they breathed too hard, Biyao's soul would be extinguished.

"The soul is complete, and all spirits have returned. The spirit has entered the body..."

As the long scripture was recited, souls continued to flow into Biyao's Yongquan acupoint.

Until the formation was over, the great wizard sat on the ground with a pale face, breathing heavily, "Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wanren collapsed to the ground. He wanted to go forward to check on Biyao's condition, but he couldn't stand up no matter what he did. His legs were too weak to stand up.

Zhang Xiaofan didn't care about all that. He hurriedly took out the jade bottle and fed a pill into Bi Yao's mouth to help him dissolve the medicinal power. He watched Bi Yao's face gradually turn rosy.

Breathing becomes smoother and sleep becomes more sound.

After checking Biyao's condition, he let out a long breath.

I collapsed on the bed, laughing out loud, but couldn't stop the tears from flowing...

Three days later, Bi Yao slowly woke up, rubbed her eyes, and looked at Zhang Xiaofan who appeared in her sight in a daze, "Zhang Xiaofan, why are you so close to me?"

After taking a look at Zhang Xiaofan's current appearance, he was a little puzzled: "Why did you suddenly grow up?"

"Yao'er." A voice suddenly sounded, the voice trembling and a little unconfident.

Bi Yao turned her head and smiled, "Daddy..."

Southern Xinjiang, Fenxiang Valley.

The master of Fenxiang Valley, who had been in seclusion for decades, suddenly came out. Soon after, the news of the Shanhe Palace's agreement spread throughout southern Xinjiang.

Half a month later, Valley Master Yun Yilan, along with many elite disciples from Fenxiang Valley, will enter the Central Plains to pay a visit to Qingyun Sect.

Murong Ji listened to the news and silently put down the pickled meat in his hand. Then he reacted and forced a smile, "How much is this pickled meat?"

After paying the money and putting away the pickled meat, Yun Yilan let out a long sigh. Finally, he took that step. The momentum and reputation accumulated by Fenxiang Valley for eight hundred years were destroyed at this moment.

A few days later.

Murong Ji stopped Li Xun on the official road of Canglian Mountain. This time, the two did not confront each other.

Murong Ji bowed to Li Xun and said, "Greetings, Senior Brother Li Xun."

Li Xun was a little stunned, then sneered and said: "Murong Ji, what are you planning?"

Murong Ji exhaled slowly, "I would like to ask Senior Brother Li Xun to persuade Master Yungu. This decision means..."

"Alright! Murong Ji! Isn't it enough that my sect has guarded the Southern Border for eight hundred years?! After eight hundred years, it's time for my sect to rule the Central Plains and enjoy the reputation of being the best in the world!"

Murong Ji's face froze and he was dazed for a moment. Then he came to his senses, said no more, made way, and stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation.

Without paying attention to Li Xun's reaction, he walked towards the jungle on his own.

"Murong Ji!"

Murong Ji looked back slightly, his eyes had changed, becoming meaningful.

Li Xun frowned slightly. This kind of look was like looking at an ant. He didn't like it. "My Fenxiang Valley has greater merits than your Qingyun Sect! All living beings in the world should respect us..."

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention and turned around and walked into the jungle...

"Murong Ji!"

Li Xun looked at Murong Ji's back with a gloomy face, "Why is he so arrogant?!"

(End of this chapter)