Chapter 310 You and I join forces to eliminate a great enemy for the Ghost King Sect
"I originally thought that the iron plate was the iron skeleton supporting the clay statue, but in the end I discovered that the clay statue was worshipping no one else but a woman, Tianhua? Right?"

Mr. Ghost remained silent, staring blankly at the memorial tablet.

"What a coincidence! I refined it into a magic weapon and killed the spirit inside it." As soon as he finished speaking, endless murderous intent rolled in. Murong Ji blocked it with all his might without any fear.

After glancing at Zhang Xiaofan, he moved his feet and stood opposite Murong Ji.

Murong Ji sneered slightly and ignored him.

"what?!"

In an instant, the eerie ghostly aura paused, and Mr. Ghost's gaze fell on Zhou Xiaohuan.

Murong Ji was startled, he moved his feet slightly, turned his head to look at Zhou Xiaohuan, and then he found that this girl was hiding behind him, shivering, and the word "afraid of ghosts" was almost written on her face.

Murong Ji smiled slightly, and only then he realized that Zhou Xiaohuan was still a good candidate for practicing witchcraft, especially the incense burning jade technique!
"Senior, where did you pick up the little ring from back then? You actually have such a good cultivation seedling."

Zhou Yixian was stunned, his face looked a little solemn, "What happened outside Heyang City?" He hid Zhou Xiaohuan behind him and looked at the three of them with a wary look.

"How about I make a deal with you, sir?"

Murong Ji turned his head and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh, what deal?"

"Mr. Murong, give me the Heavenly Question Sword, and I will give you the method of cultivating the Netherworld Ghost Qi. How about that?"

"I don't need it. I already have the scroll of heavenly book in your hand."

Zhou Yixian was shocked, but then he understood, "I said there was something strange about your cultivation. It turns out that your method of cultivation is to escape from the Heavenly Book! Eh? No! Weird! Weird!"

Murong Ji glanced at Zhou Yixian and said no more.

"In that case, I can only take it by force."

The next moment, a faint green light suddenly appeared, and the temperature in the room dropped instantly, as if the blood was about to coagulate.

An extremely cold breath hit me in the face.

Murong Ji flipped his palm and struck out directly. The golden palm print instantly enlarged to the size of a person, and the Buddhist true energy illuminated the entire charity cemetery in an instant.

The Palm of Great Compassion and Great Mercy, one in front and one behind, two palms are released continuously.

Mr. Ghost instantly dissipated the first palm with his dark green ghost energy, and before he could react, he found that the second palm was following closely.

There was a "bang" sound, and it seemed that the attack had missed, but the golden palm print suddenly disappeared.

"Gui Li!" Mr. Gui cried out in pain.

As the voice fell, Zhang Xiaofan also moved. He suddenly jumped up and smashed Murong Ji on the head with a stick. With one move, the three skills of Buddhism, Taoism and Demonism were instantly activated at full power, complementing each other.

"Haha, you're going to decide the outcome with one move! You've shown some promise, Xiaofan."

As soon as he finished speaking, his left palm turned up, and it was still the Palm of Great Compassion, and when he slapped out, three colors were superimposed on the front and back.

Confucianism! Buddhism! Taoism!
It is still the three schools of martial arts, which complement each other.

Zhou Yixian was stunned. He had seen people who called themselves ancestors, but who had ever seen an ancestor who created three paths? ! !

In an instant, Zhou Yixian's expression didn't have time to change.

"boom!"

The powerful energy instantly spread out and rushed in all directions. Half of the charity cemetery was torn into pieces in an instant.

Zhang Xiaofan held on for a few breaths, but couldn't hold on any longer and flew backwards.

Murong Ji also prepared his right hand to guard against Mr. Ghost.

Fingers!
Before Zhang Xiaofan could fly backwards, Murong Ji grabbed his neck with his right thumb and middle finger, and instantly blocked all the acupuncture points on his body.

Murong Ji held it high up and held it in his hand.

At this time, the three people behind Murong Ji reacted.

Looking around, there was nothing left of the half of the charity cemetery behind Zhang Xiaofan, while the half of the charity cemetery behind Murong Ji was intact.

Zhou Yixian sucked in a breath of cold air. Even someone at the ninth level of Shangqing might not be able to achieve such control power!

I used to think this kid was just like that, but who would have thought that he has grown to this point?!

"Xiao Hui!" Zhou Xiaohuan exclaimed. Before she could remind Murong Ji, a light flashed, and an extremely beautiful rope had tied Xiao Hui tightly.

Murong Ji threw Zhang Xiaofan to the ground and looked around, but he could no longer see Mr. Ghost.

At some point in the night, bursts of crying began to sound.

"The ghost howl is broken!" Zhou Yixian exclaimed.

Murong Ji raised the corner of his mouth slightly. The old man was afraid that he didn't understand the ghost magic and would suffer losses, so he reminded himself.

The ghost's howl was invisible and intangible, yet unbreakable. A transparent wailing energy wandered in the air, and wherever it passed, it instantly shattered objects.

Murong Ji sensed it carefully and found that his internal organs were trembling. If it weren't for his body being as strong as a monster, he would have been shaken to death.

"This move is quite interesting!"

With a flip of his palm, the Mysterious Mirror appeared in his hand. In an instant, the mirror shone down and directly shattered the rolling energy. In the instant when the ghost howl was broken, endless dark green flames emerged, and the cold flames burned fiercely. In less than a breath, half of the charity cemetery behind Murong Ji was completely engulfed in flames.

Murong Ji glanced at it lightly and spread out his palm. A piece of pitch-black jade appeared. The black jade slowly exuded a rhythm, like the rhythm of Taoism.

In a short while, the endless green ghost fires were extinguished one by one.

"How could it be? !! The Xuanhuojian! How come the Xuanhuojian is in your hands!" The voice shook in all directions, and there was no way to find out where Mr. Gui was.

Murong answered lazily and looked around, trying to find Mr. Ghost's true form.

Behind him, Zhou Xiaohuan looked at Zhou Yixian with disdain. The fuss she made was really embarrassing and indescribable, as if she had never seen the world.

"Grandpa, I don't think that Mr. Ghost is that strong."

Taoist Wild Dog had a bitter look on his face. He opened his mouth but said nothing. How could he describe the horror of Mr. Ghost?

Zhou Yixian was speechless. "You have been with me since childhood, how could you say such ignorant words! That kid restrained the ghost master, but it doesn't mean that Mr. Ghost is weak."

"According to my estimation, he is at least at the eighth level of Shangqing. However, Murong's three true essences can suppress evil spirits, and he also has many magic weapons to suppress him."

"Besides, wasn't Zhang Xiaofan defeated by him in one move?"

Zhou Xiaohuan was embarrassed, "Brother Zhang, he, he probably didn't use his full strength!"

Zhou Yixian's mouth twitched. How could he not know what his granddaughter was thinking? What a pity! "You are right. Zhang Xiaofan has cultivated three volumes of the Heavenly Book, so he is naturally not so unbearable."

"But, what on earth is this Murong kid cultivating? There are shadows of the Heavenly Book, and there are other things that are not inferior to the Heavenly Book!"

Zhou Yixian lowered his eyebrows and thought, is there any secret volume of cultivation in this world that is stronger than the Book of Heaven? You know, the Emperor of Heaven was the first person to concretize the cultivation of the human race.

It is no exaggeration to say that he pioneered the practice of cultivation for the human race!
Murong Ji glanced over, and suddenly, a giant bone claw rushed out from the ground and grabbed towards Murong Ji. Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, flew into the air, and slapped it down with one palm.

King Kong Palm!

The palm print was fierce and domineering. After breaking the bone claw, he slammed the palm onto the ground with a silent and powerful "bang".

He didn't know whether this palm hit Mr. Ghost or not.

The bone claws shattered and turned into a bone rain that filled the sky, piercing towards Murong Ji like sharp arrows.

A black light flashed in Murong Ji's hand, defending his entire body. The bone rain dissipated, and the Heavenly Question Sword appeared in Murong Ji's hand without him noticing.

"The righteousness of heaven and earth!"

"Haoran lives forever!"

"I don't want to kill the immortal!"

"But kill the ghosts and gods!"

The divine sword slashes ghosts and gods! Murong Ji launched the sword technique very quickly, almost in the blink of an eye.

He flew towards Zhou Yixian and the others and saw that they all looked stunned. Time was too tight and they had no time to dodge. Murong Ji slashed with his sword and accurately avoided the three of them.

The exquisiteness of the swordsmanship is truly incredible.

The sword was swung down, but no excess power was dissipated. It was just an ordinary sword, nothing outstanding.

[Return to basics!] Zhang Xiaofan saw it clearly, and suddenly remembered what his Seventh Senior Brother had said: when skills are cultivated to a certain level, they will become ordinary.

Murong Ji glanced at the phantom that appeared not far behind him, which was already somewhat difficult to solidify.

The vigorous evil and negative energy around gathered together, and Mr. Ghost's body became more solid.

"The Devil Slaying Technique is not that powerful, right? Did you modify this sword technique?!!"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, "You guys don't understand. I haven't changed this sword technique. It was originally a wonderful sword technique for gathering strength to kill the enemy. It has a very strong effect on ghosts and spirits. Otherwise, how can it be called killing ghosts and gods?"

When Murong Ji was studying the sword techniques, he discovered that each of the four sword techniques had certain effects and could naturally restrain certain things.

This technique of beheading ghosts and gods seems more like a technique developed to deal with certain gods.

Murong Ji took a quick look and didn't want to kill him. He turned to Zhou Yixian and said, "Senior, why don't you come with me to live in Dazhu Peak for a while?"

Murong Ji wanted more to learn astrological knowledge from Zhou Yixian.

Zhou Yixian narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally his gaze fell on Zhou Xiaohuan, "Okay, we will stay with you for a while."

"Senior, please..."

Murong Ji welcomed Zhou Yixian out of the door, and they headed towards Dazhu Peak of Qingyun Mountain.

After the few people walked away, Mr. Ghost withdrew his gaze. His figure appeared and disappeared. If it were not for the black robe blocking him, he would have disappeared at this moment.

“Gui Li! You and I are both members of the Ghost King Sect. It’s time for us to work together. Why don’t we… join forces to eliminate a great enemy for the Ghost King Sect!”

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head, "Even if the two of us join forces, we are still no match for him."

Mr. Ghost was silent for a moment, "Why do you think so?"

Zhang Xiaofan watched the four of them gradually turn into smaller dots, and then he said, "Seventh Senior Brother is extremely strict with his own practice."

(End of this chapter)