Chapter 330 Pick it up, you must pick it up!
Lu Xueqi's face turned pale. These people actually hid the strength of their respective families! ! If they had taken the field when the Beast God attacked the mountain, there would not have been so many casualties.

He was so angry that he couldn't help but scolded, "You are also a famous and upright sect! Why do you do such a mean thing?"

"Lu Xueqi! This is none of your business! Leave Murong Ji behind! Leave quickly!"

"My dear seniors, Lu Xueqi already knows about us... Why don't we keep her here, destroy her cultivation, and send her to Yingxian Tower! We can still... hehe..."

"Brother Zhao is right. Now that Qingyun Sect has been severely weakened, can they still fall out with us just for these two people?"

"That makes sense! Capture Lu Xueqi and throw her into Tianxiang Tower, where beauties from all over the world gather."

"Humph! How dare you do that to those lowly people!"

"I don't care what you do, I will capture Murong Ji, skin him alive, and avenge my son!"

"Granny Sun, don't worry, no one will snatch it from you!"

……

As Lu Xueqi heard these words, her face became increasingly gloomy.

"Xueqi, put me down."

Murong Ji's voice came from behind. Lu Xueqi was startled and said with some concern: "Your injury..."

"It's no problem. I have thick skin and flesh. After eating the rhubarb pill, it's no big deal."

Lu Xueqi helped Murong Ji to stand up, and then watched him take out a stone bowl, which was filled with water from the Heavenly Emperor's treasure house.

Murong Ji drank half the bowl in one gulp, and poured the remaining half directly into Lu Xueqi's mouth. He put the bowl away and quickly digested the contents of his stomach.

He didn't know what this was, but it must be a good thing since it was treasured by the Emperor of Heaven.

"Murong Ji! Your death is coming! Do you still want to die like a glutton?!"

"Murong Ji! Prepare to die!"

Murong Ji watched his dry and charred skin gradually fade away and become tender. When would he use his resources?

That's when!
As long as he is not killed in one go, he can exhaust the opponent to death.

With each breath, Murong Ji released a powerful energy force, which shook the ground more than half a meter high and caused it to roll back.

It’s the sixth level of Shangqing.

Turning around to look at Lu Xueqi, she was actually the same as him.

"Don't let him recover from his injuries! Everyone, act quickly!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone reacted instantly, and countless magic weapons fell and hit the two of them.

Murong Ji hugged Lu Xueqi's waist, and in an instant, the two of them turned into mist.

"The escape technique of Changshengtang! They can't get far, everyone, find them quickly!"

"Look in the sky!"

Everyone looked up and saw Murong Ji had appeared above their heads at some point. He held up the magic sword and gently twisted the sword. Then they saw seven rays of light appear around him and merge into the sword.

In an instant, heaven and earth were filled with solemnity, but high in the sky, there was an inexplicable rhythm.

"Zhu-Zhu Xian Sword Formation?!"

Everyone's faces turned pale. How could this be possible? How could this be possible? First, there is no Immortal Execution Sword here, and second, this is not Qingyun Mountain!
How could there be a Zhu Xian Sword Formation?

Murong Ji looked down with a cold expression, "When you start practicing, you think you are superior to others and treat the people of the world as ants. Very good. Now, under the sword of Zhu Xian, all beings are equal! You can go to hell now!"

In an instant, endless sword energy spread out.

The sword energy of Zhu Xian, along with the endless sword energy of Lu Zu's sword technique, fell down as dense as rain.

It was not until the sword energy killed the people around them that everyone reacted and looked up at the sky in horror, "Zhu Xian, Zhu Xian Sword Formation!"

"It really is the Immortal Execution Sword Formation!"

Wailing, begging for mercy, countless curses, accusations...

Half an hour later, Murong Ji slowly landed, looked at the corpses all around him with a cold face, and turned to look at Lu Xueqi. In front of her, there was a person sitting slumped, Lu Shun.

How scary is it to set up the Zhuxian Sword Formation in front of Fenxianggu's house? It's so scary!
[The Immortal Execution Sword Formation, can it have such power even at the foot of Qingyun Mountain? This is unreasonable!] Lu Shun's face was filled with fear, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Seeing Murong Ji coming over, Lu Shun subconsciously moved back.

"This guy is so lucky. How did he survive?" Murong Ji glanced around. Almost all the elders of Fenxiang Valley were dead, and nearly five thousand elite disciples were also mostly dead.

Seeing that Murong Ji had no intention of killing again, Lu Shun slowly exhaled, "How did you do it?! The Immortal Execution Sword Formation relies on the terrain of Qingyun Mountain, how could it be..."

Murong Ji ignored him and said slowly to Lu Xueqi: "Let's go back first."

Seeing Lu Xueqi nod, the two flew away on their swords...

Lu Shun looked at the backs of the two people, his body still shaking uncontrollably. He stood up tremblingly and tears flowed unconsciously, he couldn't stop.

"What's wrong with me? What happened? Why am I afraid of death?" Lu Shun wiped away his tears, but his old face was covered with tears.

"Two hundred years ago, I was not afraid of monsters that were several times stronger than me. How could I be afraid of death? How could a disciple of Fenxiang Valley be afraid of death? How could he be afraid of death?"

Lu Shun kept muttering to himself, constantly cheering himself up, and talking about his great achievements in resisting monsters when he was young.

He was never afraid despite several dangerous situations.

He stumbled and fell to the ground, but he couldn't get up anymore. His body was shaking and his legs were weak. The more he couldn't get up, the more anxious Lu Shun became. "Bang!"

"Snapped!"

He slapped himself hard twice, and the pain brought him back to his senses. He was stunned for a moment, and then he fell down again.

"Ah! Wow!" Lu Shun burst into tears, covering his face with his hands, tears continuously flowing out from between his fingers.

"Master! Master! I am useless! I am useless!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Lu Shun slapped himself repeatedly, his face was swollen, and he finally came to his senses, "Pick it up, pick it up, I must pick it up..."

He kept looking around, he didn't know what he was looking for, but he was sure that he must have lost something and didn't know where he lost it.

I kept groping on the ground, trying to open my eyes, trying to see clearly what was in front of me...

Murong Ji stood in the air and looked into the distance, then he saw Qingyun Mountain.

After six days of traveling day and night, we finally returned to Qingyun Mountain.

After entering Shanhai Garden, Murong Ji went straight into the room. After washing up, he pulled Lu Xueqi to sleep for a whole day before he recovered.

The next day, after waking up, the two ordered a large table of dishes and had a good meal.

Murong Yunhai was pulled away by Chu Yuhong. At this time, only his mother was in Shanhai Garden. She was bored and thinking about how to deduct money from the public account.

Returning to Qingyun Mountain, the traces left by the catastrophe are still shocking.

Some of the seven peaks of Qingyun Mountain have become bald, a large amount of vegetation has been destroyed, and the remaining grass and trees have begun to dry up.

A long 'mountain road' leads straight up to Tongtian Peak.

Murong Ji sighed softly and landed on the Tongtian Peak Square with his sword. At a glance, the almost destroyed Yuqing Palace was standing again.

Most of the practical buildings have been completed, only some that are not often used are still in ruins.

When he walked into Yuqing Palace, he did not see Daoxuan's figure, and Murong Ji's face became a little solemn.

Without saying anything more, he took Lu Xueqi and walked towards the back mountain.

In front of the ancestral temple.

Murong Ji bowed and saluted, "Disciple Murong Ji, requesting to see the master."

"Disciple Lu Xueqi, requesting to see the master."

After waiting for a while, a voice came from inside, "Come in."

Murong Ji was about to push the door open when he suddenly stopped. After thinking for a moment, he turned to Lu Xueqi and whispered, "If there is anything unusual later, you should pretend that you didn't see it."

Lu Xueqi had a solemn look on her face. She knew very well what the cold and gloomy atmosphere in the ancestral hall was. Her expression froze, her heart sank, and she nodded slowly.

They walked so fast along the way that she had some guesses.

As soon as they pushed open the door of the ancestral temple, they were startled by the cold air that hit them in the face.

Walking into the ancestral hall, there are still traces of Lin Jingyu's training in the courtyard. At this time, Lin Jingyu is far away in southern Xinjiang.

Murong Ji took a quick glance and then walked towards the back hall.

When I entered the back hall, I saw Daoxuan sitting cross-legged under the ancestor's spirit platform.

Murong Ji and Lu Xueqi stepped forward, first bowed to Daoxuan, then took the incense and candles and burned incense to the ancestor.

After standing up, Murong Ji said, "Master, I am back."

Daoxuan then opened his eyes and looked at the two of them. His face turned pale in an instant, but he suppressed his anger and asked, "How is it going?"

Murong Ji said respectfully: "Reporting to the head master, the beast god has been eliminated, and the evil spirit that repaired the Zhuxian Sword has also been retrieved."

Daoxuan seemed to be relieved. He looked at Murong Ji, still a little unsure, and asked, "Can you really repair the Zhuxian Sword?"

"Disciple is not sure, I can only say that I will try to piece the broken sword together."

Daoxuan lowered his eyebrows and said slowly: "In that case, you can repair it here."

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. "Uncle Daoxuan, the beast god has a fierce aura. I'm afraid it's..."

He was also thinking about finding an opportunity to snatch the Zhuxian Sword from Daoxuan. With the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, Daoxuan would be invincible.

"It's right here!" There was a roar, and in an instant, a chill hit his face, with a hint of hostility, but there was also the light and righteous energy of a Taoist master.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly, "Disciple obeys your command. Then... I will go and prepare first."

Daoxuan did not object. Murong Ji took Lu Xueqi out of the back hall and came to the yard. Murong Ji said, "Go back to Xiaozhu Peak. I will repair the Zhuxian Sword here and come to find you."

Lu Xueqi frowned slightly. She felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what it was. After thinking for a while, she said, "He's possessed by a demon, right?"

Murong Ji pursed his lips but did not say anything. Facing Lu Xueqi's cold eyes, he remained silent.

"Murong Ji, what is our relationship?"

(End of this chapter)