Chapter 302 I'm afraid I'll be liquidated by the Qingyun elders
It was a monkey with four huge ears, covered with hair, and extremely ugly.

Murong Ji said slowly: "The strange beast Chang You, is it one of the thirteen great monsters?" At his current position, he has killed three of the thirteen great monsters.

"Fire! How can we defend ourselves without firepower!"

"Boom." Chang You punched the city wall with a loud bang. The huge city wall instantly cracked.

Murong Ji was shocked. He was really shocked. How could this thing be so powerful? !
"The elders are not here, and the Xuanhuo Altar is sealed! Where does the firepower come from!"

Murong Ji frowned slightly, looked in the direction of the Xuanhuo Altar, and without hesitation, flew away on his sword. Suddenly, in the Fenxiang Valley, a huge rat as big as a small mountain jumped out.

"Zuru! Another one of the thirteen demons!"

The beast outside the city wall rushed out directly from the big hole. Murong Ji's face was gloomy. How long has it been? ! Less than half an hour!

Is Fenxiang Valley about to be breached? ! !

He hurriedly entered the Xuanhuo Altar, took out the Xuanhuo Jade Disk, and directly activated the Xuanhuo Array, running it at full power. In an instant, Murong Ji seemed to be in a volcano.

"All disciples! Quickly hide in the secret passage!"

Yan Hong's voice suddenly came out. He had no idea what was going on outside, so he could only continue with his current actions and operate the Xuanhuo Altar.

"Ouch!"

A dragon roared, deafening the sky, causing Murong Ji's blood to boil. He looked down and saw a bright dragon head as big as a mountain suddenly rushing out of the Xuanhuo Altar.

The speed was so fast that Murong Ji could only see a flash of light! He was so frightened that he took a few steps back before he could steady himself.

"hold head high!"

The dragon's roar was heard in waves. Countless monsters were frightened by the power of the fire dragon and stood there in a daze.

Murong Ji flew out on his sword. After leaving the Xuanhuo Altar, he discovered that the entire Fenxiang Valley was filled with an inexplicable rhythm, just like when he saw the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

The pattern of spiritual energy, evil energy and void formation appeared again, but the two patterns were completely different.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly, and before he could look, the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon had already surrounded him.

At this moment, the Fenxiang Valley was a sea of ​​fire. The scorching heat gathered on the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon, burning Murong Ji's skin and causing it to feel stinging.

With a thought, the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon instantly shot out and rushed into a large group of beasts. In an instant, it burned a large number of monsters into ashes.

Murong Ji's face turned pale, and he felt dizzy from the impact of the Fire Evil. He had no choice but to return the Fire Evil to the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon through the Black Fire Jade Disk.

Then use the Juxian Banner to dispel the evil spirit.

When he regained some consciousness, he saw the Beast God flying towards him. Murong Ji's face turned pale and he flew away at high speed to avoid the Beast God, and just wreaked havoc among the group of monsters.

The monsters kept wailing, just like the way they wailed when they killed humans.

Murong Ji's eyes turned cold, he stared at the thirteen monsters and rushed over.

The fire dragon coiled around him and burned him into dry bones in a breath. Murong Ji collected his corpse and continued to avoid the Beast God.

The Beast God exhaled slowly, somewhat helplessly, and no longer paid attention to Murong Ji's killing of the young monster. He turned his head and looked at the sky, "Well, not bad."

Afterwards, he looked at the Mountain and River Palace, and the Beast God grabbed the Mountain and River Palace in the air and exploded it.

In an instant, the fire dragon in Murong Ji's hand sank, and before he could react, the magma of the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon spilled onto the ground, scalding a large number of monsters to death.

Murong Ji's heart tightened and he fled on his sword regardless of everything.

The Mysterious Fire Formation cannot kill the Beast God. Linglong has already experimented with this. If you want to kill the Beast God, you can only use the Immortal Execution Sword!
"Where are you going?"

Murong Ji looked at the Beast God that suddenly appeared in front of him, his heart sank to the bottom, and he flipped his palm, and the Dao Bell appeared in his hand.

In the previous life, this kind of Taoist bell was also called Sanqing Bell, and it had another name, called Emperor Bell.

It is said in the Tao Book: In ancient times, dancers who worshipped gods held rao, the emperor’s bell, which was a smaller version of rao.

The pattern of this magic weapon is mainly taken from the Hehuan Bell. The Hehuan Bell has another nickname, called the Soul-Captivating Bell.

"jingle!"

The sound waves dissipated, and the shocked Beast God was in a trance for a moment. When he came to his senses, Murong Ji had already crossed several miles away.

He quickly chased after him and grabbed Murong Ji's ankle, and before he could throw him into the herd of beasts, "Ding Ling!" Another bell rang.

The Beast God's brain buzzed, and this time the ringing sound lasted for two or three breaths. The Beast God raised his eyes and saw that Murong Ji could only see a black dot.

Murong Ji looked back, still feeling terrified. How desperate was he to fight the Beast God to death?!
Looking at the monsters below that were advancing madly, Murong Ji sneered. The Gathering Immortal Banner appeared in his hand, floating in the air and directly reaping the lives of the monsters below.

Relying on the terrain of Canglian Mountain, Murong Ji killed tens of thousands of monsters, and their corpses piled up like a mountain.

At the turn of spring and summer, nearly a million monsters from the Ten Thousand Mountains in southern Xinjiang came out of Canglian Mountain and wreaked havoc across the world.

The monsters are ferocious and bloodthirsty. They kill anyone they see, regardless of gender, age, or whether they are elves or monsters. They will not even let go of people of the same species.

There were also many evil beasts that greedily ate human flesh and slaughtered several tribes of the same demon race. The whole world was in an uproar for a while.

The five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang, Miao, Zhuang, Tu, Li, and Gaoshan, as well as the aristocratic families and common people who settled in southern Xinjiang, took their entire families and fled north to spread the news. Countless elves and monsters also migrated north to seek refuge.

A few months later, the story of Qingyun Murong Ji organizing experts and taking advantage of geographical advantages to defeat millions of monsters spread throughout the world.

Countless creatures gathered towards Qingyun Mountain.

Murong Ji stood on a mountain top, looking at the groups of advancing monsters. His eyes darkened, and his whole temperament changed drastically at this moment.

He no longer had the bookish aura about him, but instead was filled with a fierce murderous aura.

For fear of being affected by the resentment of living beings, Murong Ji recited sutras every day to pray for the souls to be reborn.

"It's almost time. If we wait any longer, the Beast God might catch up with us." Zhang Xiaofan's voice sounded from behind, and Murong Ji nodded.

"Take the vegetable leaves and retreat to a safe place."

Bi Yao frowned, "Well, I can kill monsters, too. At worst, I can still protect myself!"

Murong Ji rolled his eyes, "You are just a rookie from Yuqing, are you going to fill the gap between the teeth of the monster?"

"Murong Ji!"

Murong Ji waved his hand and said, "Practice what I taught you well. It can be considered a blessing in disguise to have survived under the sword of Zhu Xian. Don't waste your soul talent."

"That soul-replenishing pill is the nourishment I prepared for myself. When I see you, my heart aches..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji jumped up and rushed into the valley. Behind Murong Ji, a formation diagram appeared and began to frantically absorb the spiritual energy and evil spirits of heaven and earth.

In an instant, countless sword energies fell, continuously reaping the lives of the monsters below. The Gathering Immortal Banner appeared beside Murong Ji, and the turbulent blood and essence of flesh and bones were absorbed into the Gathering Immortal Banner.

In a short period of time, thousands of monsters in the valley died, leaving only a mess.

At night, Murong Ji and several others sat around the campfire, staring at it in a daze.

Murong Ji silently recited the "Duren Sutra" and the "Jizo Sutra", with wisps of Buddha's light exuding from his body and Taoist rhythms. From time to time, he would emit a strong and powerful Confucian golden light.

Bi Yao looked at the three methods constantly flowing through Murong Ji's body, and the corners of her mouth twitched. She really couldn't imagine how Murong Ji practiced.

Originally, it was thought that Zhang Xiaofan possessed the combined Taoist skills of three schools, which was rare in a thousand years. Who would have thought that Murong Ji also possessed the combined skills of three schools.

Hearing footsteps, Bi Yao turned around and saw Zhang Xiaofan walking towards her with a bag of food.

"There is no one within a thousand miles around except those who are fleeing... Let's just use them as a cushion for now."

Bi Yao took the food handed over by Zhang Xiaofan, took a piece of dry food for herself, then put the bag aside, heated the dry food, and drank it with water.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofan's expression froze. He turned his head and looked at the woods on one side. Within a few breaths, a white rabbit suddenly jumped out and rushed towards them.

Zhang Xiaofan quickly grabbed the rabbit's neck and looked towards the jungle behind him with a puzzled look.

"Hehe, what a coincidence, the food is delivered to my door." Bi Yao smiled with her eyes slightly narrowed, and was about to step forward to take the rabbit.

"careful!"

Suddenly, the rabbit opened its mouth and bit Biyao's hand. Zhang Xiaofan was startled and immediately threw the rabbit aside.

As soon as the rabbit landed on the ground, it revealed a pair of blood-red eyes in the light of the campfire.

"How could it be!" As soon as Bi Yao finished speaking, the rabbit suddenly kicked its hind legs and pounced towards them again.

Murong Ji pointed casually, and the sword energy killed the rabbit instantly.

"Stop eating, let's go."

The two said no more, packed up their things, and flew towards the distant mountains and forests.

Half an hour later, a young man in red walked out of the forest and looked at the empty bonfire, which had not been extinguished in time.

"Really..." The Beast God rubbed his forehead. He really felt a headache. Murong Ji was like a mouse. He just couldn't catch him.

After several sieges, they gained nothing except the death of several capable men.

Thousands of miles away, Murong Ji was flying on his sword, looking at the crowds of people still rushing on the official road below in the middle of the night, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"In half a month, this group of people will be caught up by the beast monsters."

Zhang Xiaofan looked down quietly for a long time before he said, "Their food was stolen and they can't move anymore."

"Where are the Qingyun disciples in the team?" Murong Ji frowned and took a few glances but didn't see any practitioners.

"died."

Murong Ji's face darkened, and he sighed softly. His eyes fell on the teams of those noble families, and his eyes flashed, "Tell those noble families that if they want to survive, they have to hand over the food."

"If..." Murong Ji was silent for a while, then uttered four words, "Kill the rich and help the poor."

“Hahahaha, if such words come out of the mouth of a senior disciple of Qingyun Sect like you, I’m afraid you will be scolded to death by those old guys in Qingyun.”

(End of this chapter)