Chapter 328: Junior-Martial Brother Murong, how about staying in my Fenxiang Valley?
Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji turned his head to look at the tent, thinking to himself that if he left now, the probability of Lu Xueqi encountering danger would be much smaller.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Murong Ji walked towards the jungle. After he took two steps, he heard a sigh from behind him.

"Murong Ji, are you going to abandon me again..." The voice was a little sad, and seemed a little unwilling.

Murong Ji remained silent, and Lu Xueqi did not say anything either. They were both making a choice.

After a long time, Murong Ji waved his hand to put out the fire, walked into the tent, and saw Lu Xueqi looking at him with tears on her face.

His lips trembled slightly, but Murong Ji said nothing. He took off his outer and inner garments, and gently embraced Lu Xueqi...

the other side.

Bi Yao cursed while treating Zhang Xiaofan's wounds. Upon closer inspection, she saw that Zhang Xiaofan's body was covered with sword wounds, which were not fatal but a little troublesome to treat.

The most serious one was the wound on Zhang Xiaofan's chest. Half of his chest was caved in, and the eight words "Live long and prosper, and receive the mandate from heaven" were extremely clear. This mark almost cost him half his life.

In the following days, Murong Ji and Lu Xueqi continued their journey as normal, and the atmosphere became tense as they got closer to Fenxiang Valley.

Murong Ji looked back and saw some of the wildfires in the Shiwanda Mountains. Over the past few days, the wildfires were getting bigger and bigger.

Fortunately, it was cloudy and rainy in southern Xinjiang, and dark clouds gathered in the sky, and a drizzle had begun to fall.

Murong Ji withdrew his gaze and looked at the disciples of Fenxiang Valley behind him with a frown.

"It looks like we are going to have a tough battle."

Lu Xueqi didn't care. With a smile on her face, she sat on the horse and glanced at the person who was holding her horse with tenderness in her eyes.

He moved his shoulder and the injury healed quickly. He no longer felt anything. Then he gripped the Tianya Sword, eager to try.

The two of them were eerily quiet as they walked along, and they encountered nothing as they had imagined they would be intercepted or captured, and they easily reached the point of death.

Looking up, I saw that the city wall had been repaired, but the tower on the wall had not yet been built.

Murong Ji took a glance and then stretched lazily.

"Xueqi, we are going to experience a life-and-death battle, but be prepared."

Lu Xueqi rolled her eyes and said calmly, "Hold your horse."

Murong Ji chuckled and walked into the Death Pass.

It was dark and gloomy inside. Murong lit up the lantern and only then could he see the layers of Fenxiang Valley disciples surrounding him.

Every time Murong Ji took a step forward, they would take a step back, and then cut off their retreat.

Suddenly, Murong Ji stopped and glanced at the people and environment around him. Under this critical moment, the dark fuse was completely dark.
"I just realized now that this dead end is not to stop monsters, but to stop humans. The fuses look scary, but once the monsters go north, there won't even be any fire, hahahaha!"

Murong Ji's laughter echoed, and every disciple of Fenxiang Valley looked unhappy.

Murong Ji continued to walk forward, "Everyone! May I ask how many monsters were killed when the monsters broke through the barrier?"

"Could he be a deserter? He's not even as good as a Shaoyang Level 3 disciple?"

"What nonsense! In the battle of Qingyun Mountain, did our Fenxiang Valley kill fewer monsters than Qingyun Sect?!"

There was an angry shout that really made people's ears buzz. A man walked out from the crowd, Lu Shun.

Lu Shun looked at Murong Ji angrily, "Murong Ji! You stole my Fenxiang Valley secret technique! According to the Qingyun Sect's rules, those who steal the secret technique should be put to death!"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, "Where's the evidence?"

Lu Shun said coldly: "Didn't you use the Mysterious Fire Formation to fight against the monster that day? Everyone saw it! The evidence is irrefutable!"

"Pah! Pah! Pah!" Murong Ji clapped his hands and laughed, "Haha, good, really good. I do know how to use the Mysterious Fire Formation. What can you do about it?"

Lu Shun had a ferocious look on his face. "Just admit it! If you surrender now, we promise to spare your life!"

Murong Ji sneered, took the reins of the horse, and walked forward, ignoring Lu Shun.

Lu Shun stared at the two men walking past him in a daze. When he came to his senses, his face was ferocious. He was an elder of the righteous way, and he had to be polite to Tian Buyi even if he was in person!
A little kid from Qingyun Sect! What right do you have to ignore me?! He shouted angrily, "How dare you!"

Seeing that he ignored her, he took a step forward with a ferocious look on his face, grabbed her directly, put his hand on Murong Ji's shoulder, and was about to capture him.

Murong Ji didn't even turn his head, he just spit out the tongue of the white snake, and his left hand, as if it had no bones, grabbed Lu Shun, and with a move of Tianshan Zhemei Hand, he captured him to the ground.

Thinking that he was of the same generation as his master, he did not let him kneel down. With a little force, he pushed Lu Shun into the crowd.

None of the disciples around him helped him up, leaving him to fall to the ground in a state of disgrace.

Lu Shun lay on his side on the ground and looked up. The disciples surrounding him all had expressionless faces. He had no idea what they were thinking. A nameless anger rose in his heart and he was about to lose his temper.

But Murong Ji's voice came again, "Please make way, thank you."

In an instant, Lu Shun's face turned gloomy and ashen, "How dare you! Murong Ji! Murong Ji! How dare you!"

"Get up! You disgrace yourself! You can't even beat a junior!" Shangguan Ce's sinister voice came from behind. Lu Shun's face turned pale and blue, and he gritted his teeth, unable to swallow this breath. "You! You..."

Murong Ji walked out of the Death Pass and looked at the densely packed crowd above his head. All of them were elite disciples of Fenxiang Valley. A rough count showed that there were nearly five thousand people.

Murong Ji sneered and said loudly: "Master Yun! After the monster catastrophe, the three religions suffered heavy losses. I didn't expect that Fenxiang Valley can still have such strength. It is really a cause for celebration!"

The voice echoed in Fenxiang Valley, but no one responded. Murong Ji sighed lightly, ignored it, and continued walking forward.

When they reached the middle of Fenxiang Valley, a voice suddenly came, "Junior Brother Murong, since you have learned the Mysterious Fire Formation, why don't you stay in my Fenxiang Valley and become my disciple? I, Yun Yilan, swear that I will definitely treat you as my direct descendant!"

Murong Ji continued to walk forward without stopping, muttering, "This is really good, I will be your direct disciple, hahahaha."

Then he replied loudly, "The temptation of Valley Master Yun is too great. I'm sorry, I am a direct descendant of Qingyun Sect! I am also the successor of my master!"

There was no reply after that. Not long after they walked away, a murderous intent suddenly erupted from the Shanhe Palace, which had just been built halfway.

The great formation of Fenxiang Valley was activated. The murderous intent piled up layer by layer, and above their heads, there was an inexplicable rhythm.

Standing here, Murong Ji personally felt the heritage of Fenxiang Valley over the past 800 years. Even so, Fenxiang Valley was easily broken by the Beast God at that time.

Murong Ji stopped and looked. There was a man standing at the entrance of Shanhe Palace, Li Xun.

I was too far away to see his expression clearly.

In a few breaths, the sky was covered with array patterns. Murong Ji was not unfamiliar with this kind of array pattern, as it was the array presided over by Yan Hong that day.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji murmured, "Yun Yilan's judgment was correct. It is indeed impossible to stop the army of monsters. If I had known the result, I would have made the same choice as him."

Suddenly, Murong Ji laughed, "Haha, Xueqi, we have become villains."

Lu Xueqi's face was solemn. "They are not good people. If they were like you, fighting and retreating during the catastrophe, I don't know how many lives would be saved!"

At this time, the voice came from above again.

"Nephew Murong! I'll betroth Hong'er to you. How about that? Stay in my Fenxiang Valley. You don't need to abide by any rules. If you want power, I'll give it to you. If you want beauty, I'll send it to your room! Stay!"

Murong Ji raised his lips slightly, "Uncle Yun! Is this true? Don't lie to me! Do you think there are enough beauties?!"

"Hahaha! I, Yun Yilan, have my word!"

Lu Xueqi, who was riding on a horse, turned pale. She leaned down and slapped Murong Ji on the back of his head.

"If you do that, I will castrate you!"

The corner of Murong Ji's mouth twitched, and he turned back to look at Lu Xueqi's expression, which was gloomy and terribly cold. "Ahem, I'll just think about it."

"You can't even think about it!"

Murong Ji sighed lightly and continued walking forward.

Not long after, the large formation above his head continued to operate, and in an instant, endless flames poured down. Murong Ji stretched out his hand and pointed, and the flames seemed to have consciousness.

All of them were absorbed into Murong Ji's sleeves.

On the Xuanhuo Altar,

Yun Yilan frowned and looked at the two people below with a gloomy face. Standing behind him was Yan Hong.

Yan Hong lowered her head and said nothing. She knew that her master no longer trusted her.

Otherwise, it should be me who is in charge of the Mountain and River Palace formation at this time.

"what happened?!"

Hearing the master's question, he looked up and saw Murong Ji waving the sleeves of his robe and directly putting the flames in the sky into his sleeves.

There was a moment of astonishment in my heart, and gradually, a question suddenly occurred to me, "Master, could it be the Mysterious Fire Mirror?!"

"Mysterious Fire Mirror?!"

Yun Yilan's voice suddenly rose and his fists clenched unconsciously. The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed.

The Mountain and River Palace's formations were powerless against him, so he became anxious and jumped down from the Xuanhuo Altar. "Junior Brother Murong! You are truly a young hero! Let me see what you can do!"

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat and he turned around to see that Yun Yilan was already right above him.

In an instant, a black light flashed, and a light curtain blocked Murong Ji. The next moment, endless flames burned on the light curtain.

In less than three breaths, the light curtain of the dragon ring was burned!

"Awesome!" Murong Ji's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

As soon as he finished speaking, the endless flames rushed towards him. He had no time to block it. With this level of flames, let alone the stars, if he dared to take it, he would be seriously injured.

(End of this chapter)