Chapter 315: Fenxiang Valley, there is no such escape technique!
The heaven and earth are solemn, with endless sword energy running rampant!

There was a faint howling sound in the wind, that was the energy from the fierce fight between Daoxuan and the Beast God, scattering in all directions.

Like thunder! Also like lightning, the sword beams intersected and filled the entire sky.

Seven Star Sword Technique!

The Seven Star Sword Technique performed with the Zhu Xian Sword!

It's so powerful that it makes people despair and there is no escape!
The energy spreads out in all directions with the two people as the center, and then the air is squeezed in from above and below by the power of heaven and earth.

Before I knew it, a violent storm arose.

The infinite sword light scattered by the Zhu Xian Sword fell from the sky and rushed over from all directions. This was the scattered sword energy, which scattered into the herd of beasts, stirring up bursts of blood mist and endless wailing sounds.

In a short period of time, all the animals in the square were killed.

"Master! This beast god is a spirit formed by the evil energy of heaven and earth. The fierce sword energy of the Immortal Execution Sword can break its immortal body! Once the evil energy is dispersed, it can be killed!"

Murong Ji's voice suddenly sounded, as if waking up everyone who was stunned.

At this point, Daoxuan had no other choice but to try.

With a "puff", the sword directly pierced through the body of the Beast God. In an instant, the Zhu Xian Sword madly absorbed the evil spirit in the Beast God's body.

Daoxuan was shocked and stunned! The Immortal Execution Sword! It was actually formed by evil spirits!
"Great! Great!"

The Beast God looked down at the scar on his chest. He didn't care about the evil spirit emanating from him. He looked up at Daoxuan and said, "You are also extraordinary. You have been fighting with me for nearly an hour, but you have never shown any signs of weakness."

Daoxuan frowned, "What do you mean!"

The Beast God said slowly: "If you want to control the ten thousand years of spiritual evil accumulated in Qingyun Mountain and the power of heaven and earth with such an ancient sword, you must be born from the same source as it."

"This sword and I have the same origin, how could I not know it? If you force yourself to control the sword to fight me, I'm afraid you've already been taken advantage of by the sword's energy, and your fate will be even worse than mine."

"Evil heretics! You are talking nonsense!"

The Beast God turned to look at Murong Ji, and said with a smile: "You are really knowledgeable, you revealed my origins and my weaknesses."

Murong Ji bowed and saluted, then stood up and jumped up. He stood not far from the two men, but just stood there without taking any action.

The Beast God sneered and didn't care, "Then let you see the witchcraft of Southern Xinjiang!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a "ding-ling" sound, and the sound waves vibrated, instantly invading the Beast God's consciousness. In that moment of trance, he had already lost Daoxuan's opportunity.

A sword was thrust towards his heart.

The war started again. This time, Murong Ji stood not far from the battlefield, and the Gathering Immortals Banner in his hand was operating non-stop.

In a short time, the gray mist had gathered and filled the entire square, rolling down the steps leading down the mountain.

The seven main sword energies of Zhu Xian reversed, and combined with the Seven Star Sword Technique, the first main sword fell, almost splitting the Beast God in two!
"what!"

"jingle!"

The beast god let out a long roar towards the sky, and murderous energy surged. A small part of the murderous energy was blown away by Murong Ji holding the Gathering Immortal Banner.

The second sword!
The third sword fell one after another, but the Beast God finally held on.

But! There will be a time when you are exhausted.

The seventh sword fell, and in an instant, the murderous aura dissipated, and the world became quiet.

The evil spirit dissipated.

Everyone could see clearly now that the Zhu Xian Sword was still stuck in the Beast God's heart, but at this time the Beast God was already at the end of his strength.

In an instant, endless evil energy between heaven and earth gathered together, and the Beast God recovered again.

Daoxuan stared at the Beast God in a daze. He remembered what Murong Ji said and sucked the evil spirit into the Beast God's body!

"Master, I am powerless to defeat the demon. Today I have violated the ancestral teachings. I hope you will protect me!"

Daoxuan cut his palm, drew a formation pattern with blood, and then grasped the hilt of the sword. In an instant, the Zhuxian Sword absorbed the blood in Daoxuan's palm.

"Heaven! Machine! Seal!"

"boom!"

Almost in an instant, the spiritual energy and evil spirits of the seven peaks of Qingyun Mountain all rose up into the sky, sprayed into the sky, and merged into the large formation.

Murong Ji's heart sank and he looked at Daoxuan, who seemed like a hollowed-out old man, breathing heavily, staring at the Beast God with his bloodshot eyes.

Want to kill the Beast God with sword energy.

“Hahaha!” The Beast God laughed wildly towards the sky, raised his hands suddenly, and directly blocked the Zhuxian Sword into the sky.

"Click."

There was a tiny cracking sound, but it was unusually clear. The ancient sword flew backwards, spun a few times in the air, and sank into the Jade Purity Palace.

At the same time, the Beast God slapped Daoxuan on the chest, and Daoxuan's Taoist robe instantly turned into powder and flew backwards.

Murong Ji took a step forward and supported Daoxuan in the air.

Daoxuan pushed him away, and before he could say anything, he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale as he pointed to the back of Yuqing Palace, "Go... go... the Immortal Execution Sword, you can't... cough cough."

Murong Ji clasped his fists, turned around and flew away on his sword.

He flew over the Yuqing Palace and chased in the direction of the Zhuxian Sword.

As soon as Murong Ji disappeared, Lu Xueqi followed him.
As soon as Murong Ji landed in the back mountain, he began to look for the Immortal Execution Sword. He looked around, but there was nothing there. He was shocked. [This shouldn’t be! The Immortal Execution Sword should be in the back mountain!] He quickly searched for it in the back mountain with his sword, but his heart was pounding.

The Zhu Xian Sword must not be lost!

Looking back, he saw Lu Xueqi had come behind him at some point. The blood on her face had not been wiped clean yet, and half of her white clothes was stained with blood.

Murong Ji had no time to appreciate it. Feeling a little flustered, he looked around and searched for the Zhu Xian Sword.

When he arrived near the ancestral temple, he heard the sound of fighting. He looked at Lu Xueqi, then Murong Ji exhaled slowly and flew over quickly on his sword.

Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan fought each other ruthlessly and without holding back, without any brotherhood between them as fellow villagers.

Not far away lay Wan Jianyi's body.

"Murong Ji! Look here!"

Murong Ji ignored the two of them and flew to Lu Xueqi's side on his sword. However, he saw a sword mark on the ground and all the surrounding grass and trees were dead.

My heart skipped a beat. Was the Zhu Xian Sword really stolen? ! !
Looking around quickly, the man definitely couldn't have run far. He flew from above the Yuqing Palace, and there was no one in that direction.

Lu Xueqi came from a small path and didn't meet anyone.

The two men looked at each other, then flew up on their swords and quickly searched for places where people could be hidden.

Gradually disperse.

"stop!"

Lu Xueqi shouted angrily, and Murong Ji narrowed his eyes instantly and quickly chased after her on his sword.

Within a few breaths, Lu Xueqi had already started fighting with that person. The man was covered in black, tightly wrapped, and stood aside to defend Lu Xueqi.

After a few moves, Murong Ji could tell where the opponent came from.

Incense Valley!
It’s still the eighth level of Zhiyang! Murong Ji’s face turned cold, and he thought to himself: [Shangguan Ce! ]

Although Shangguan Ce was unable to use the Nine Cold Ice Thorns, he was extremely powerful. However, Lu Xueqi, with the advantage of her magic weapon, was not much inferior to him.

Murong Ji's eyes were cold, and when he waved his black robe, one could see the murderous aura pouring out. The Immortal Execution Sword was really in his hand.

Lu Xueqi and the other person fought extremely quickly, and in a short period of time, they had already exchanged more than ten moves.

Murong Ji's eyes sank slightly, and he was about to step forward to block Shangguan Ce's retreat.

Suddenly, two streams of black mist shot out from the black robe.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he caught them one by one. He looked closely and saw the broken Zhu Xian Sword! Although he had been prepared, he still trembled in his heart when he saw it now.

"Control the sword to condense ice! Yin and Yang transform into life!"

Lu Xueqi swung her sword and hit the man in black directly on the back. The cold air penetrated into his body and froze half of his body in an instant.

Murong Ji turned his head and saw the man in black robe flashing, flames rising, and he had disappeared from the spot. No one knew how he escaped.

Murong Ji pondered for a moment. This method was very similar to the shield technique, but it was different. He murmured, "Fire escape!"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the broken Zhuxian Sword in his hand, and frowned slightly, [There is no such strange skill in Fenxiang Valley! Could it be Shangguan Ce? ]

Coming back to his senses, he found that the evil spirit of the Zhu Xian Sword was slowly corroding his meridians. He fixed his eyes on the Vajra Bracelet, but it did not remind him of the danger, which meant that he could now withstand this 'resentment from living beings'.

"If it is really as you said, when spirits and evil spirits are integrated into one and become physical objects, they are either extremely ominous or extremely auspicious."

Lu Xueqi was full of curiosity. She put away the Tianya Sword and carefully touched the Zhuxian Sword. It was neither stone nor jade, and was very similar to the bead.

"Is the gray gas transformed by the Gathering Immortals Banner the original state of spiritual energy and evil spirits?"

Murong Ji replied: "I don't know. I still haven't figured it out."

Lu Xueqi nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Murong Ji put the Zhu Xian Sword together and studied it carefully to see if it could be repaired. Lu Xueqi seemed to have thought of it as well, "The Zhu Xian Sword is broken, can it be repaired?"

"I don't think I can do it now. I guess I have to wait until I reach the Taiqing realm."

After putting the Zhu Xian Sword into the Dragon Ring, Murong Ji looked towards the mountain ahead, and suddenly, someone grabbed his hand.

Turning around, Lu Xueqi's face was pale. She stared blankly at Murong Ji's palm. Then she exposed Murong Ji's arm. Half of the arm was already pitch black.

"How could this happen? How could this happen! How are you?" Lu Xueqi shed tears quietly and continuously injected her true energy into Murong Ji's body to help him eliminate the evil spirit that had entered his body.

Murong Ji was very calm, and suddenly, he thought of the first time he met her.

If it wasn't for the deep love that was hard to control, how could the frost melt into tenderness...

He reached out and wiped away her tears, "I'm fine. I have a secret method, and I won't be possessed by the devil."

He circulated his true energy and poured the evil energy into his active meridians, and his palm slowly returned to its original shape.

After a careful examination, Lu Xueqi found nothing abnormal and breathed a sigh of relief.

"boom!"

The powerful energy suddenly woke the two men up. Murong Ji's face turned dark. He turned around and saw that the fight between Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan was becoming more and more intense. It really became a battle of life and death.

Today, Lin Jingyu is already in a tough battle, and defeat is only a matter of time.

(End of this chapter)