Chapter 303 Xueqi, Your Life Is Better Than Mine

"You have offended many noble families along the way. Murong Ji, are you sure you will not be held accountable when you return to Qingyun Sect?"

"As far as I know, those noble families have complicated relationships with the disciples and elders of your Qingyun Sect, as well as many old masters of the righteous path."

Murong Ji's eyes turned cold, "Humph, what have I done wrong?!"

"What's wrong? It's outrageous." Bi Yao crossed her arms and sneered, "No matter how you defend yourself, you deserve to die for infringing on the interests of aristocratic families for a few lowly people!"

"People in this world are naturally divided into different classes! The aristocratic families may not be very powerful, but they control a large number of cultivation resources and have close relationships with the major sects."

"I'm not talking nonsense. If your Qingyun Sect offends them too badly, a huge amount of resources will be cut off in an instant!"

Murong believed what Bi Yao said. No matter how many people there were in Qingyun Sect, they could not truly and effectively control such a large area. They really needed the help of these aristocratic families.

Suddenly, Murong Ji understood something. The Qingyun Sect emphasized the distinction between good and evil, probably in large part to control these aristocratic families.

However, a name and righteousness are indeed needed to restrain the sects and families under Qingyun.

"Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as straw dogs. Under the sword of Zhu Xian, all beings are equal."

Murong Ji spoke the cruelest words with a calm tone and expression. Bi Yao laughed out loud, "The premise is that you have a say in Qingyun Sect and the Zhuxian Sword is in your hands."

Murong Ji glanced at Zhang Xiaofan and said calmly, "Yes."

Bi Yao pretended not to hear. As long as Daoxuan was alive, he would not allow anyone to touch the Immortal Execution Sword. "Don't worry, the righteous path won't tolerate you. Just come to my Ghost King Sect and I'll be your hall master."

Murong Ji rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Your Ghost King Sect is not clean either! I don't believe that any of those noble families don't have any connection with your Ghost King Sect."

"You guessed right, and there are many hidden agents of my Holy Church. However, my Ghost King Sect will not tolerate them."

"How about this, you get the fame, and I'll take the bad reputation. Consider it a favor to you. If we ever come to each other with swords, we'll be mortal enemies."

Murong Ji looked at Bi Yao speechlessly. Why didn't you say anything when I took action before? I had offended everyone, and now you came out.

"Puchi" Murong Ji sneered, "Miss Biyao, I hope you have some idea of ​​the difference between the ninth level of Yuqing and the fifth level of Shangqing."

[Even if Zhang Xiaofan uses all his strength, he may not be able to defeat me. It would be wrong for your father to come. ]

"Hmph!" Bi Yao snorted coldly and flew down directly, threatening those aristocratic families.

When Bi Yao came back, Murong Ji and Zhang Xiaofan had already rekindled the campfire. The three of them ate some dry food and quietly adjusted their breathing.

Suddenly, Bi Yao asked, "I heard from Xiao Fan that you think the formation on the Fulong Ding is a bit..."

Murong Ji glanced at Zhang Xiaofan and saw no reaction, so he said, "There is something wrong with the Four Spirits Blood Formation. The Kunlongque is the formation that the Emperor used to seal Shura. There should be something missing on the Fulong Ding."

"But, for something that even the Emperor of Heaven can't kill, do you think you control it, or does it control you? Don't let it cause a disaster in the end. I still can't figure out the purpose of that ghost gentleman."

As soon as Murong Ji finished speaking, a voice suddenly rang out from the jungle, "Mr. Murong is right, but I wonder if there is any way to remedy this?"

Murong Ji's face changed and he turned around to look. Wanren walked out of the woods, holding a jar of wine and a bag of something in his hands.

He sat down next to Bi Yao, "Yao'er, how do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?" His voice was soft, which made Murong Ji's mouth twitch.

"No, if I had that ability, the Beast God would not be able to leave Southern Xinjiang."

Wanrenwang opened the food package, and the aroma of meat instantly spread. "Come, Mr. Murong, please try my cooking."

Murong Ji didn't hesitate to grab a piece and eat it.

They chatted a little more about the Fu Long Ding, and Murong Ji said no more. The choice was given to him, and how to choose was a question for everyone.

Now Murong Ji can see clearly that the Beast God's catastrophe is inevitable, and the Shura Blood Formation will inevitably take shape.

Suddenly, Murong Ji was stunned. He remembered that the evil spirit of Zhu Xian could restrain the power of Shura, right?

[When the time comes, I will carry the Zhuxian Sword down the mountain, and give him a blow to thousands of people, and send him to confess to the Heavenly Demon King.]

Nothing happened that night. As soon as the sun came out, Murong Ji began to explore for the traces of the monster.

There are many people from various factions who are now under Murong Ji. No matter how strong they are, they are considered a force at this moment.

With the continuous feedback from the news, Murong Ji had a rough idea of ​​the situation.

The beast god's movement speed is not slow. Sometimes, it far exceeds the running speed of ordinary people. It is very helpless that those who run slowly can only die in the beast's mouth.

Murong Ji let out a long sigh. The human race was weak, and he, Murong Ji, had limited strength. He could only save as many as he could.

"Senior Brother Murong!"

Murong Ji turned around and saw Fashan. He was confused. Why did he get here?
He bowed in return, "Brother Fashan, long time no see."

"Amitabha, Senior Brother's merits and virtues far exceed mine. I really don't deserve to be called Senior Brother."

Murong Ji frowned slightly, stood in the air, looked at the billowing smoke, and said directly: "Time is running out, Brother Fashan, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly."

Fashan held his Zen staff horizontally, "I obeyed the order of the abbot of this temple and brought people to support Brother Murong..."

Murong Ji interrupted them with a wave of his hand, pointing to the crowd running below, "If you have enough people, take the young ones below to a safe place first, and leave someone to take them to Qingyun Mountain." "Then pick up the young and strong ones, those people from the aristocratic families, and talk about it last."

"Yes, I will arrange it right away."

Watching Fashan's departing back, Murong Ji frowned slightly and turned to look at the rolling dust.

"I've already cultivated to the fifth level of Shangqing. I'm considered a top figure in the world. How can I let you control me?! At worst, I can rebel against Qingyun and establish the Quanzhen Sect in the southern border!"

His figure flashed and he went straight there. He suddenly raised the Heaven-Flipping Seal in his hand, and in an instant, it had become as big as a mountain.

"Boom"

The earth shook, and the leading group of monsters were instantly smashed into meat paste. Countless blood, energy, and crystals slowly merged into the Gathering Immortal Banner.

There were also wisps of resentful and evil energy gathering towards Murong Ji.

"Humph! You slaughtered the whole world, and you deserve to feel resentful for dying in my hands today! Isn't it your rule to let the strong prey on the weak?"

In an instant, the Buddha's light and the rhythm of Taoism burst out, dispelling the resentment...

Qingyun Mountain.

Lu Xueqi sat on the edge of the cliff, facing the moonlight and quietly looking at the pool below.

She recalled many things. Murong Ji accompanied her to practice sword skills and cultivate with her... and even the two of them practiced the Dragon and Phoenix Skill here.

Unconsciously, Lu Xueqi's face flushed, a slight smile appeared on the corners of her mouth, and her legs swayed slightly, as if she was wading in the water when she was a child...

"Xueqi."

In an instant, the gentleness around Lu Xueqi faded away, as if the clear water froze and the coldness spread.

Lu Xueqi stood up and bowed respectfully, "Master."

Shuiyue looked at Lu Xueqi for a long time without saying anything, and finally sighed, "You really won't change your mind?"

Seeing Lu Xueqi lower her head in silence, Shuiyue sighed softly and asked again: "What if he dies?"

Lu Xueqi didn't say anything, but her face turned pale instantly. She looked at her master, who was sitting on the edge of the cliff just like her, with such skillful movements.

"In the past, your uncle Su and I often practiced here. This is where we often sat."

"Your uncle Wenxi had just entered the sect at that time. She was still a little brat. He always took her with him. If he didn't take her with him, she would go to the master and cry and complain."

"Later, they all got married, and I was the only one left. I would come and sit here when I had nothing to do, but after a while, I didn't want to come anymore. It was boring to be alone..."

Lu Xueqi felt a little touched and wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to start.

"He has news."

In an instant, Lu Xueqi shuddered, her heart pounded, and the blood in her body surged, but her face turned even paler.

Shuiyue suddenly turned around, looked at him, and asked, "What would you do if he died?"

Lu Xueqi shuddered, tears suddenly streaming down her face. "I, I'll wait for him to come back."

Shuiyue turned around, with a sad face, "Silly child..."

An inexplicable sadness lingered in her heart. Shuiyue looked towards the pool of water below. This place was called the Moon Viewing Platform, but some people were really like the moon in the water...

"He's fine. He escaped from southern Xinjiang and organized a group of people. He relied on the terrain to block the monsters layer by layer."

Before Lu Xueqi could breathe a sigh of relief, Shuiyue suddenly smiled and said, "Xueqi, you are better off than me..."

Lu Xueqi was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to start...

the other side.

Murong Ji and others once again avoided the encirclement and blockade of the Beast God and retreated thousands of miles before they gathered around the fire.

Glancing at the more than 300 people lying on the ground and falling into deep sleep, Murong Ji let out a long sigh. There was no righteous or evil path here. Those who dared to stay at this time were all warriors.

Their cultivation level was too low, so Murong Ji used the blood refining method to remove the blood of monsters to supplement their foundation and qualifications, and also fed them with various elixirs.

For those whose skills were weak, Murong Ji modified and supplemented them. In just half a year, their strength was greatly improved.

After a few months, everyone is exhausted.

Murong Ji sat next to Zhang Xiaofan, took the water bag he handed over, drank a sip, and then said: "You can take Biyao away tomorrow."

"it is good."

Tens of thousands of people came again, as if he had always been nearby watching them. He glanced at the people staggering around him.

"Mr. Murong, this harvest is extraordinary. Once these people grow up, they will be a very powerful force."

(End of this chapter)