Chapter 331: After three hundred years of hard work, how could it end up like this!
Murong Ji was startled, and said with absolute certainty: "You are my wife."

"But we're not married yet, are we?"

"Xueqi..."

Lu Xueqi suddenly took a step back, her face cold, "Murong Ji, are you sure you want to keep it a secret from me now?"

Murong Ji felt inexplicably flustered. He smiled bitterly and grabbed her hand again, "He is indeed possessed by a demon."

"Then what do you think?"

"I want to make sure and then inform the master."

Lu Xueqi's face looked better, and tenderness reappeared in her eyes. She then said, "I don't like it. Your plan doesn't include me..."

"No, I won't do that anymore."

After seeing Lu Xueqi off, Murong Ji suddenly looked serious. He straightened the lotus crown on his head, turned around and walked into the yard and closed the gate.

Murong Ji returned to the back hall and bowed to Daoxuan, "Master, I am ready."

Daoxuan turned over a cushion, placed it beside him, and took out the Zhuxian Sword that was broken into two sections.

The meaning is self-evident.

Murong Ji sat cross-legged, took out a bag of beads and placed them in front of the Zhu Xian Sword. After determining the pattern of the Zhu Xian Sword, Murong Ji closed his eyes and began to design how to reconnect the two.

The patterns on the Zhu Xian Sword are almost like Tao patterns, which are the result of the effects of time. It is really not easy to repair a magic weapon to this extent. No matter how hard you try, there will always be traces of human intervention.

Just like the meridians of a living being, natural and beautiful.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly, [he could only imitate the meridians of living beings and connect the Zhu Xian Sword. ]

Taking out the bag of jade beads, Murong Ji knocked off the outer jade skin, revealing the black beads inside that looked like stone but were not stone.

"Bloodthirsty Pearl!" Daoxuan exclaimed and looked at Murong Ji in disbelief.

Murong Ji ignored him and continued with his actions, knocking open the jade beads one by one. There were fourteen in total, and most of the evil crystals on the Beast God were here.

The evil energy accumulated over ten thousand years is not much worse than that of Qingyun Mountain.

He couldn't help but recall the battle in front of the gate of Fenxiang Valley. The power of the Zhuxian Sword Formation launched by the beast god's evil spirit crystal was not much less than the first battle between good and evil.

If there is any difference, it is that the Tianwen Sword is not the Zhuxian Sword, and the degree to which it can carry spiritual energy and evil spirits is limited.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji slowly used the Xuanhuo Jade Disk to melt the evil spirit crystal. It was not easy to melt this thing. After some effort, Murong Ji finally melted the evil spirit crystal.

The broken ends on both sides of the Zhu Xian Sword were melted, and the two merged together, slowly entangled and fused, one white and one black, the two energies could hardly merge together.

Murong Ji's face turned pale. His current strength was not enough to repair the Zhu Xian Sword. At this moment, he had already used up all his true energy.

Whether it is the small-scale Xuanhuo Formation or the setting of the weapon pattern, it is not an easy task.

"Keep calm, I'll help you."

Daoxuan's voice was cold and he pressed his palm on Murong Ji's shoulder. A large amount of true energy poured into Murong Ji's body. The icy and chilly feeling made Murong Ji shudder.

Calm your mind and continue with the work at hand. This lasted for three days.

At this time, Daoxuan's true energy was exhausted, his face was pale, sweat dripped from his forehead, and he really couldn't hold on any longer.

Murong Ji also felt a little uncomfortable. Both the Zhuxian Sword and the evil spirit crystal were not easy to deal with. At this moment, he couldn't be sure whether the Zhuxian Sword was condensed from evil spirit or spiritual energy.

It has the same origin and effect as evil spirit, but it is ultimately different from evil spirit. They are completely two different energies.

"Senior Brother Daoxuan! I am Tian Buyi. I came to see you. Are you there?" A voice suddenly came from outside the house.

In an instant, Daoxuan's murderous intent suddenly rose, and he replied coldly: "What's the matter!"

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he murmured, "Uncle Daoxuan, my master and the others have arrived just in time."

Daoxuan reacted immediately, a little stunned, "Come in quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, footsteps were heard.

When Tian Buyi saw Daoxuan, he was shocked, "Brother Daoxuan, what's wrong with you?!"

"Don't say any more! Act quickly!"

The six people looked and saw the Zhuxian Sword in front of Murong Ji. They were shocked. They had discussed the repair of the Zhuxian Sword before, but they didn't expect it to be so quick.

"Bloodthirsty Pearl!" Zeng Shuchang sucked in a breath of cold air. There was more than one such rare treasure as the Bloodthirsty Pearl. There were seven of them on the table!

Tian Buyi's face was solemn and full of worry. He took a step forward and patted Murong Ji's other shoulder.

With someone replacing him, Daoxuan staggered, took a few steps back and almost fell.

Tian Buyi was a little puzzled. Murong Ji had many clever ideas. He could set up formations and use the spiritual energy of Qingyun Mountain to refine pills and forge weapons. Why would he focus on such a big thing as building the Zhuxian Sword...

He looked at Daoxuan with some confusion and roughly understood what he meant.

Two days later, Shuiyue replaced Tian Buyi. Murong Ji calmed down and carefully designed the pattern of the broken part of the Zhuxian Sword. Although the spiritual energy and the evil energy have the same origin, they are not the same thing after all.

Murong Ji melted the broken swords together, and wrapped them with a layer of black evil crystal. The connection between the two formed a Tai Chi pattern.

The evil spirit crystal was not added in vain, it was a divine seal that reduced the risk of the user being corrupted by the resentful evil spirits of living beings.

At this point, the Zhu Xian Sword has basically been repaired, and he can guarantee that it will not affect the power and use of the Zhu Xian Sword.

He glanced at Daoxuan and saw that the others were meditating and regulating their breathing. They were all exhausted after the past half month.

Without further ado, he picked up the remaining seven beads and quickly melted them together.

Daoxuan patted Murong Ji on the shoulder and frowned slightly. He didn't quite understand what Murong Ji was doing. Perhaps he still had some unfinished work to do.

Murong Ji divided the evil crystal into seven small pieces, and then took out seven beads made of spiritual energy that he had prepared long ago from the dragon ring. They still looked like stone but not stone, and like jade but not jade.

After smelting them separately, they are quickly cast into palm-sized sword embryos.

He took out a thin wooden strip made from the crystal essence of seven kinds of spiritual woods, placed it inside the sword body, slightly protruding a section from under the hilt, and engraved the Heavenly Secret Seal on it.

He quickly wrote the seven names of 'Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang and Yaoguang' on each sword embryo.

Then he engraved weapon patterns and formation patterns on the inside of the sword embryo, including the formation pattern of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

Murong Ji's movements were so fast that before anyone could figure out what he was doing, he had already finished. He took out a one-foot-long sword case and put the seven swords into it.

Put it into the dragon ring again.

Daoxuan staggered, fell to the ground, and let out a long breath. He took the Zhuxian Sword handed over by Tian Buyi, tears welled up in his eyes. At this moment, it seemed as if he was not a leader of the righteous path, but an old man in his twilight years.

Murong sat down on the ground exhausted, watching Daoxuan activate the Zhuxian Sword. After confirming that there was no problem, he finally put his worry to rest.

Tian Buyi picked up Murong Ji and did not ask what his disciple was refining. "Brother Daoxuan, we will leave first."

Daoxuan waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

After returning to Dazhu Peak, Murong Ji took a bath and had a deep sleep. He felt really tired.

The next day at noon, Xiao Yicai and his companions returned. As soon as they returned, countless things were waiting for them...

After Murong Ji woke up, he ate quietly while listening to his sixth senior brother Du Bishu's chatter, and also learned a lot about what had happened in the past few days.

The news about Fenxiang Valley and many southern border families spread. Although the major sects and families in the Central Plains did not say anything, who could be happy about it?
In order to cope with the disaster, I and others tried our best, but in the end, I ended up making things difficult for them.

No one knew where the rumor came from, but with the instigation of many sects and families, news spread that Fenxiang Valley and many other sects and families in southern Xinjiang were afraid of the battle and fled.

It will probably spread all over the world soon.

Murong Ji put down his bowl and chopsticks, and said in a daze: "This time, Fenxiang Valley and many of the aristocratic clans in Southern Xinjiang have been completely defeated..."

Incense Valley.

Shangguan Ce looked at Lv Shun who was sitting there in a daze with a gloomy face, "Lv Shun! Can you show some self-esteem? You were scared like this by a junior!"

Lu Shun turned a deaf ear to him, his eyes kept searching the ground, and he kept muttering, "Pick it up, pick it up, I must pick it up..."

Shangguan Ce's face froze, a look of heartache flashed in his eyes, but he was also very disappointed with Lu Shun. He walked forward and slapped Lu Shun in the face.

"Clap" sound.

After the fight, Shangguan Ce was stunned, staring at his hands in a daze. He wanted to apologize, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. He slowed down his tone and said, "Old Four, what are you picking up?"

Lu Shun paused, and his cloudy eyes seemed to light up. "Yes! Yes! What am I picking up? What am I picking up?"

Shangguan Ce felt a pain in his chest and wanted to rub it, but suddenly he remembered his injuries. He was a little surprised, sighed, and turned to leave Lu Shun's room.

I took a look at the person standing at the door. It was Lu Shun's disciple.

"Is the Valley Master awake?"

"Uncle Shangguan, the Valley Master hasn't woken up yet, and even Senior Brother Li Xun hasn't woken up yet..."

"understood!"

The disciple from Fenxiang Valley fell silent instantly, stood cautiously, and watched Shangguan Ce leave.

Shangguan Ce came to the Shanhe Palace and began to deal with the affairs accumulated in Fenxiang Valley over the past few days.

Suddenly, he saw the casualty list, his hand stopped involuntarily, he opened it carefully and looked at it carefully.

Instantly, he felt dizzy. After he recovered a little, his eyes widened. He knew that the casualties in Fenxiang Valley were heavy this time, but he didn't expect it to be so heavy!
"Ah!" Shangguan Ce directly flipped all the documents on the table off the table.

He was breathing heavily, with a murderous look on his face, as if the three hundred years of repression were bursting out at this moment.

"Three hundred years of hard work! Three hundred years! How many three hundred years are there in a lifetime! Why did it turn out like this! Why!"

(End of this chapter)