Chapter 324: Qin Wuyan was so angry that he jumped up and down and cursed.

Murong Ji did not go in to see, and went all the way to the Demon-Suppressing Cave with Lu Xueqi. Not far from Qilidong, they met Bi Yao and others again.

Judging from their appearance, they seem to be looking for the Demon-Suppressing Cave as well.

Murong Ji ignored him and flew away on his sword.

Incense Valley,
Yun Yilan stared blankly at the Xuanhuo Altar in front of him, his eyes dull.

The mysterious fire formation engraved on the ground was lifeless, and instead, waves of evil spirit emerged.

"Squeak."

The door of Xuanhuotan opened, and Shangguan Ce walked in with Li Xun, "Brother, I have checked it out."

Yun Yilan seemed to have just come back to his senses. His eyes instantly became sharp and murderous aura rose up, seemingly unable to be suppressed.

"Hmm. How's it going?"

Shangguan Ce raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Yun Yilan's back, and then said: "The formation of the Mountain and River Palace has been fully activated, and all the accumulated resources have been consumed."

"The Xuanhuo Altar... a fire dragon actually appeared in the Xuanhuo Altar, burning hundreds of thousands of monsters and roasting the Wanli beast monster to death..."

Shangguan Ce waited for a while, but did not hear Yun Yilan's response, so he continued: "A disciple said that when the Beast God attacked the city, an Eight Desolate Fire Dragon soared into the sky, and the people in charge of the formation were Murong Ji and Yan Hong..."

Li Xun looked up in astonishment. He couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "Master, please understand. Junior Sister has been following us from the beginning to the end. How could she have the chance to betray the Valley..."

Yun Yilan waved his hand, signaling him to stop talking. How could he not know these things?

"How are the people from Qingyun Sect?"

"Brother, everything has been arranged. Murong Ji and Lu Xueqi left early this morning, and the rest of us are moving together with the people from Tianyin Temple."

Yun Yilan nodded, and his eyes fell on the Xuanhuo Formation in front of him, "Go down and prepare."

After asking people to leave, Yun Yilan stared at the Mysterious Fire Formation in a trance. After a long time, he came back to his senses and looked at the Mysterious Fire Formation under his feet, muttering to himself, "Why can an outsider control the Mysterious Fire Formation, but we can't..."

As the aura around him rolled, wisps of black air spread...

After an unknown amount of time, Shangguan Ce pushed the door open again and said, "Brother, I'm ready."

"Well, let's get started!"

Shangguan Ce was startled, thought for a while, and then said: "Nephew, the sect has some matters to deal with, you..."

"Let him stay here. He will know these things sooner or later..."

Shangguan Ce said no more, looked at Li Xun's suspicious expression, and waved his hand outside. Then seven or eight people came in pushing carts of wooden barrels.

Then he removed the barrel and poured out the contents.

"Wow!"

The blood flowed all over the ground. The bloody smell woke Li Xun up. He looked blankly and found that the blood had already touched his feet.

With such a large area and so much blood, Li Xun remembered what Murong Ji said, how many people would it take to kill people and get blood...

Li Xun's face turned pale, and he felt his whole body trembling. He tremblingly touched the blood and put it under his nose to smell it, "Human, human blood?!"

At this moment, he seemed to hear the sound of a breaking heart, and seemed to see the glory of the merits and virtues laid down by his master gradually extinguished.

"Master, master?"

Yun Yilan looked back at him, eyes full of murderous intent and hostility, which frightened Li Xun so much that he trembled all over and lowered him so that Yun Yilan could not see his expression.

"Xun'er, I will teach you a secret method today, remember it well."

As he pinched his fingers, an inexplicable rhythm gradually spread out, and the blood accumulated in the Xuanhuo Altar suddenly showed a special mark and slowly sank into the formation.

Li Xun's face was pale and he was stunned.

……

As the sun set, Murong Ji looked at the clouds on the horizon and slowly came back to his senses.

"They're still following us."

Murong Ji turned his head and saw that Zhang Xiaofan and Jin Ping'er were together again without knowing when.

However, Biyao and Mr. Ghost are nowhere to be found.

The Beast God is dangerous, so they naturally don’t want Bi Yao to take risks. “Follow us, the Mysterious Fire Mirror is still on Zhang Xiaofan. We will need it when we meet the Beast God.”

The colorful clouds in the sky parted, and Murong Ji's brows relaxed. "It's time, let's go."

The two of them jumped up and headed towards the depths of the Shiwan Mountains.

Qingyun Sect, Tongtian Peak, and the Ancestral Temple.

Daoxuan stared at the paper in front of him in a daze. This was the post-war result handed to him by Chang Jian.

After a long time, Daoxuan gradually came back to his senses.

"No more, all gone..."

He murmured softly, and every word seemed to put a weight on Daoxuan, making his body more hunched.

Only one in ten of Qingyun Sect's thousand-year-old foundation survived. Only thirteen elders of Shangqing Sect remained, and less than a thousand of the nearly five thousand elite disciples remained. The number of other disciples who died was countless.

Up to now, Qingyun Sect can't even find 30% of the deacons to be sent out.

Daoxuan could even foresee the future situation.

The three major sects suffered heavy losses, their sphere of influence shrank, and they were gradually sidelined by the aristocratic families and sects. They could only watch them grow little by little.

It even shook the status of Qingyun Sect.

Daoxuan's figure gradually aged. He stared at the broken Zhuxian Sword on the table in front of him, tears streaming down his face... "It's gone, it's all gone. The Zhuxian Sword is also broken."

"Master, am I unfit to be the headmaster? If my junior brother were here... would it be different..."

Daoxuan clasped his hands on the old man's face, as if trying to hide his weakness, but his tears could not stop flowing.

I don't want to think about it, but the scene of Qingyun Sect's downfall keeps flashing in my mind...

He saw Dazhu Peak and Xiaozhu Peak set up their own sects, he saw Qingyun Sect fall apart and disciples killing each other.

He saw Murong Ji, under the instigation of Tian Buyi, rush up to Tongtian Peak, just like Cangsong did before, to avenge Wan Jianyi!

"Ah! Ah!"

In an instant, murderous aura accompanied by fierce howls rose up, and in a moment, it filled the entire ancestral hall.

Amidst the dark evil spirit, a deep blue Tai Chi pattern suddenly burst out, and in an instant, all the evil spirits in the house were eliminated.

The candlelight flickered gently, and the incense in front of the memorial tablet continued to burn quietly, as if nothing had happened...

After a long time, Daoxuan's mumbling voice sounded again.

"Why is he Tian Buyi's disciple! Why is he a disciple of Dazhu Peak! If he was a disciple of Longshou Peak, Chaoyang Peak or any other peak, I would be willing to help him get married!"

Silence again, Daoxuan sat dejectedly in front of the tablet of Qingyun Patriarch. After a long time, he suddenly asked: "Feng'er, why did you listen to Tian Buyi's instigation?"

Suddenly, another voice floated out from the ancestral temple, "He didn't instigate me, you are just overthinking it."

The sound was erratic and motionless, as if it came from a very far distance.

"You are resentful towards Grand-Master Uncle Zheng Tong, and you shouldn't vent your anger on Grand-Master Uncle Tian and Junior Brother Murong..." The voice paused.

It rang out again: "If I were Master Zheng Tong's great-grandfather, I would make the same choice as him..."

Daoxuan was silent for a long time, as if he was deep in thought. Suddenly he raised his head and said through gritted teeth: "Cangsong! You deserve to die!"

The most ruthless thing Cangsong did was not to sentence Daoxuan out of the mountain gate, but to use Wan Jianyi to drive a thorn between Daoxuan and Liufeng, making Daoxuan's hundred years of efforts to reunite the sect come to naught.

It even forced Daoxuan to kill and suppress all the peaks.

Daoxuan lowered his head dejectedly, sobbing softly, and finally turned into a miserable giggle...

In southern Xinjiang, there are hundreds of thousands of mountains.

Murong Ji landed on a stone. This stone was the place where he had saved the killer monk. Looking down from here, he could only see endless colorful poisonous miasma, which was boundless and he could not see the situation below clearly.

"Hehe, I forgot about this the last time I came here. This time, I have to collect all the poisonous miasma no matter what."

Lu Xueqi frowned slightly, "Why do you have to care about these poisonous miasma?"

Murong Ji smiled and said, "The way of poison is indeed worthwhile. If I had a poison bead, it would be much easier for me to make medicine and elixir."

Lu Xueqi didn't ask any more questions. She didn't know how to make medicine or refine pills, but she was the direct beneficiary of the good things produced by Murong Ji.

Without any hesitation, he flew down the cliff on his sword. Murong Ji followed closely. The two of them fell to the ground one after the other. The environment here was dark and damp, and full of poisonous insects and weeds.

Not much safer than the Death Swamp.

Murong Ji chose a place, set up a formation, took out the Divine Wood King Cauldron, and then took out a pitch-black bead and placed it on it.

After activating the formation, the poisonous miasma slowly gathered and was absorbed into the bead.

After making sure that there was no problem, Murong Ji and the other man jumped onto the cliff and continued on their way.

Not long after the two left, two people suddenly appeared on the boulder, Zhang Xiaofan and Jin Ping'er.

Zhang Xiaofan frowned and looked down. It was filled with poisonous miasma and he could not see anything.

Jin Ping'er smiled charmingly, "Don't look at me. This alchemist Xiao Chu is probably collecting poisons again. Hey? Master Gui Li, you tell me, should we take away his treasure tripod and poison beads..."

Zhang Xiaofan glanced at her coldly, "If you dare to move, he will chase you to the Demon Cult Temple! If you want to die, just do it, I will help you spread the word, and when you succeed, give me half."

Jin Ping'er's mouth twitched. "Forget it, forget it. I'm not practicing poison like Master Du. But I heard that your senior brother has emptied out the accumulation of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect for eight hundred years."

"He even took away the bones of the old Poison God. Qin Wuyan was so angry that he was jumping up and down and cursing."

Zhang Xiaofan turned his head and looked in the direction where Murong Ji left. "Your Xiaoyaojian is not much better. From what I know about him, he didn't even leave any aphrodisiac for you."

Jin Ping'er's face froze, and suddenly, he became a little angry. In an instant, he understood Qin Wuyan's feelings. He wanted to kill someone with a knife, but he had to hide his intentions.

Suddenly, Jin Ping'er looked behind her not far away, and was shocked. After a moment of stunned silence, she suddenly laughed, "It seems that we are not the only ones following Murong Ji."

(End of this chapter)