Chapter 322 (Additional Update) Fengluo Black Emperor's Decree
After all the methods were ready, he set up the formation in front of the jade disk without any words.

They couldn't say whether Murong Ji's method would work, but they had to try it anyway.

Pu Hong picked up the Soul-Devouring Stick and studied it carefully. Although the appearance had not changed, where was the evil and murderous aura in this magic weapon at this moment?
Even if you say it is a magical weapon from the immortals, he will believe it.

"The Bloodthirsty Bead and the Soul-Snatching Stick have such ingenious designs, they are really... amazing!" Pu Hong put down the Soul-Snatching Stick, took out a white jade bead from his arms, and placed it on the center of the formation in front of him.

When Zhang Xiaofan sat inside the inner chamber, the sound of Zen chanting gradually began to sound.

The formation began to work gradually, and as time went by, Zhang Xiaofan's skills began to work automatically and unconsciously.

The sound of Zen chanting seemed to have mobilized some incredible power. Between heaven and earth, an inexplicable golden Buddha light merged into the formation.

"what!"

Zhang Xiaofan screamed and slowly emerged in the air. The three martial arts techniques turned more and more rapidly. In front of the wordless jade disk, the formation and invisible formation patterns were clearly reflected.

Wisps of evil spirit were slowly drawn out of Zhang Xiaofan's body and gradually merged into the white jade bead in front of Pu Hong.

Zhang Xiaofan let out a long roar towards the sky, and his martial arts suddenly dissipated, vibrating in front of the wordless jade disk, causing induction.

On the jade disk, lines of words slowly emerged.

Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs!
"Crack!"

A loud thunderclap shook everyone's heart. Everyone looked up and saw that countless dark clouds had gathered in the sky without them knowing when.

Pu Hong's face was solemn as he looked at the white jade bead in front of him, which had turned extremely dark. The evil spirit from Zhang Xiaofan was still emanating from him.

In ten years, Zhang Xiaofan had been corroded to this extent! This shows how fierce the Soul Devouring Stick is.

The catastrophe has fallen!

……

Murong Ji stood at the foot of the mountain and looked back at Qingyun Mountain. After experiencing a great disaster, the natural resources on Qingyun Mountain were also destroyed.

When he thought of this, he felt a little distressed.

"Don't look at it. I know you treasure those herbs. I have asked Senior Brother Chang Jian to arrange for disciples to go into the mountains to collect herbs. We will save as many as we can."

Murong Ji sighed softly, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

Just as he was about to take off with his sword, he saw a farmer collecting firewood. He was a little stunned for a moment. How could it be...

"Some people who live far away, or whose family members have all died and have no intention of living, are of suitable age, so the elders in the sect will arrange marriages for them."

"Gather villages around Qingyun Mountain..."

Murong Ji didn’t hear clearly what the senior brother said afterwards, but suddenly, he had a very strange feeling.

Comfortable.

"Big Brother, I want to go take a look."

Song Daren was startled, but he didn't refuse: "Okay, I'll go with you to take a look, but we can't waste too much time, otherwise we won't be able to catch up with Senior Brother Xiao and the others."

Murong Ji flew slowly around Qingyun Sect on his sword, and felt warm in his heart as he looked at the dozens of villages gathered around the Seven Peaks of Qingyun.

I'm used to seeing life and death fights, but suddenly I can't stand these little warm moments...

"Seventh Junior Brother? What's wrong with you?"

"No, nothing. Let's go after Senior Brother Xiao and the others."

All the elite disciples of Qingyun Sect were sent out to the south this time. Qi Hao led a group of disciples away, and Chu Yuhong took his cheap father with him to go down the mountain.

The last few hundred people were taken away by Xiao Yicai, including Murong Ji of course.

Along the way, from north to south, there are broken walls and ruins everywhere... The north is relatively better because it has been invaded by monsters for a short time.

The further south you go, the more tragic it becomes. There is no life for thousands of miles, no one is living in hundreds of cities, and all along the way are corpses and bones.

Almost everyone had a gloomy look on their face.

As they traveled south, many sects and families sent their favorite disciples to join them, and before they knew it, they had gathered more than a thousand people.

The beast god was seriously injured, who wouldn't know to eradicate all evil? Especially seeing the devastated earth and human world, if it happened again, they couldn't guarantee that they would be able to escape.

A few days later, a team of a thousand people led by Dharmadhatu of Tianyin Temple joined them.

Murong Ji was too lazy to deal with those people from the aristocratic families and sects, so he just shrank back and stood next to Lu Xueqi.

After Fashang and Xiao Yicai finished their pleasantries, they glanced at the crowd and walked towards Murong Ji. "Amitabha, Junior Brother Murong, it's been a long time since we last met. How have you been?"

Murong Ji returned the greeting, "Brother Faxiang, long time no see."

Without saying anything, Fashang took out a box and handed it to Murong Ji, "Thank you, Junior Brother Murong, for showing mercy that day."

Murong Ji didn't say anything more and put the box into the dragon ring.

More than two thousand people, when they encountered monsters, they would sweep them all the way, unstoppable. Murong Ji glanced at the storage bag that Xiao Yicai rented from him.

It has been distributed to hundreds of Qingyun disciples. At this time, it is almost half full. A rough count shows that one bag contains about a dozen monsters.

"These bags will probably not be returned." Hearing Murong Ji mumbling to himself, Lu Xueqi's expression became more and more unfriendly, and she looked at everyone with a fierce look.

Xiao Yicai has been avoiding her these past few days.

While on the road, Murong Ji suddenly stopped and looked towards the official road below. He saw three familiar faces, Zhou Yixian and his two companions.

“Are they heading south too?”

Murong Ji frowned slightly, the Wild Dog Taoist seemed to be seriously injured.

Lu Xueqi followed Murong Ji's gaze and saw Zhou Yixian. She frowned slightly. This was the 'senior' that Murong Ji mentioned.

"Brother Xiao! You go first, I'll be here later."

After saying hello, he went down directly. Lu Xueqi did not hesitate and followed Murong Ji and landed on the ground.

"Brother Murong! You, you should go and check on the Taoist priest. He...he is about to die..." Zhou Xiaohuan hurriedly wiped the tears from her face and said with a sob.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, stepped forward quickly, felt the pulse, and sighed softly, "He is dead."

Zhou Yixian, however, looked calm and said, "Okay, Xiaohuan, let's find a good place to bury him."

Murong Ji sat next to Zhou Yixian, taking his pulse, and when he was sure that there was nothing serious, he was about to persuade Xiaohuan.

When he turned around, he saw that Zhou Xiaohuan had cleared the area around the Wild Dog Taoist.

"Xiao Huan? What are you going to do?!" Zhou Yixian's heart skipped a beat and he ran over in a hurry.

"I want to save the Taoist priest!"

Zhou Yixian's beard trembled, "Save? How to save? ! ! How can you save him? He's already dead! He's different from Jin Ping'er's situation!"

Zhou Xiaohuan said nothing, but just took the wooden stick, measured the distance, drew the formation, and set up the soul-collecting formation.

Murong Ji stood aside and looked at it carefully. This formation was quite interesting!

Zhou Yixian was so anxious that he kept circling around Zhou Xiaohuan. "You cast a spell on a dead person! I don't know if it will succeed! At least your foundation will be damaged, and you will lose 20 years of life!"

"Fate is determined by heaven! No one can change this! Xiaohuan!"

Zhou Xiaohuan was annoyed by the nagging and pinched her slender waist, "My fate is in my own hands!"

Zhou Yixian was stunned, "My life... Bah! Do you have that ability?"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows fiercely. This was really... I didn't know what to say. He squatted in front of the formation and took a look. This was just a path pattern drawn by Xiaohuan with a branch. The most important thing was to attract evil spirits.

The best medium to attract evil is blood, and human blood is the best.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows and watched Zhou Xiaohuan cut her arm.

"Wait! Are you stupid?! Why would you use your own blood?"

Zhou Xiaohuan looked unwilling, "You can't ask me to kill someone!"

Murong Ji was somewhat speechless, and pointed at the demon beast that was killed by the Wild Dog Taoist, "Isn't there a ready-made one? Human blood is the best, but beast blood is also good..."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Zhou Yixian quickly walked to the front of the huge monster, took a bag of blood and handed it to Zhou Xiaohuan.

Zhou Xiaohuan hesitated for a moment, but still used the beast's blood to set up the formation.

Murong Ji squatted aside and watched quietly. This kind of soul-searching formation was the first time he encountered it, so he had to learn it well.

When Zhou Xiaohuan had finished the arrangements, Murong Ji took out a pill and handed it over, "Here, I'll give you fifty years of extra life."

Zhou Yixian's mouth twitched again and again, but he didn't stop it in the end.

After Zhou Xiaohuan took it, an extremely strong life essence burst out from her body, waiting for Xiaohuan to dissolve the power of the medicine.

The sky was gradually getting darker. After Murong Ji talked with Xiao Huan about some precautions and taboos of the formation, he sat alone in thought.

He suddenly remembered the art of collecting souls. The great wizard of the Miao tribe also knew it.

[The strange art of ghosts is indeed quite magical.] I wonder if this art was passed down to Linglong. If it was, it would be too terrifying.

Linglong first used the incomplete Fire Control Chapter to create the Mysterious Fire Mirror, then created the Beast God, and also developed this ghost summoning technique, which was completely beyond the scope of the Heavenly Book.

To be able to form a sect on their own, with such a figure, was truly terrifying... Suddenly, Murong Ji had an idea. If she chose to continue living, would she really be able to find a way to kill the Beast God?
I thought of Master Qingye again, the exquisite Taiji Xuanqing Dao method, the dual use of spirit and evil, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation...

Rubbing his forehead, Murong Ji slowly exhaled, took the water handed to him by Lu Xueqi, took a sip, and continued to think.

[Ghostly magic, I wonder if there is anything that can restrain it, or assist it...]

It seems that there really is one. Take out the Heaven-Flipping Seal. This thing can suppress the Beast God for a moment, but I don’t know if it can suppress the evil spirits.

After thinking about it, I decided to copy a Heaven-Flipping Seal using some Yin-attributed materials.

He took out a pile of wood, which was the top quality wood taken out from the yellow bird's nest. He chose a piece of material with pure yin properties.

He refined a new seal, using the pattern of "Treasure House of Heaven and Earth". After thinking about it, if it was activated by attracting evil spirits, then wouldn't it be a ghost seal?

Then, six words were engraved on it: The Decree of the Black Emperor of Fengluo.

(End of this chapter)