Chapter 338: Death is death, what is there to be unhappy about?

My pupils suddenly shrank. What was the reason for all my efforts? Wasn't it just...

Just as I was about to speak, my throat suddenly felt dry and I couldn't utter a word.

"No need. I haven't felt hungry until now. I'm afraid I'm already dead."

"You won't die." Daoxuan's voice was extremely certain, and then there was endless silence.

Murong Ji calmed down and practiced his skills. Although his body was strong, it was still restrained at this moment, and it was difficult for his soul and body to establish a connection.

Gradually he was able to move again, then he raised his hand and waved it in the dark and narrow space. After making sure that he would not suddenly lose strength, Murong Ji reached upwards.

He touched something and pushed hard. In an instant, the colors of all things reappeared before his eyes. Murong gasped for breath, as if he had crawled out of the underworld.

Looking closely, one can see a tattered roof above one's head and coffin boards on both sides.

Murong Ji held onto one side of the coffin and slowly sat up from it. He glanced around and saw Daoxuan, whose face was covered by a black robe.

"Uncle Daoxuan." The voice was hoarse, and Murong Ji felt a pain in his throat while speaking.

Daoxuan did not answer, but turned and walked out the door.

It was not until this moment that Murong Ji realized that this was a charity cemetery. He climbed out of the coffin, but his feet suddenly went soft and his legs felt a little weak.

Murong Ji held the coffin and slowly stood up, walking towards the place where Daoxuan had just stood. After moving around for a while, Murong Ji felt a lot better.

Walking to the coffin, Murong Ji leaned inside and was suddenly shocked. His master Tian Buyi was lying quietly in the coffin.

The master, who should have been fat, now looked so emaciated. He was a little thinner, which showed his height.

"Master? Master!"

He had done so much just to save his master's life, but now...all his efforts were in vain!

Before I knew it, my eyes were filled with tears.

Murong Ji went to check on Tian Buyi's condition. After taking his pulse, he was shocked all over. All the blood and energy in Tian Buyi's body was sucked away!
Looking closely, there was a deep sword wound under Tian Buyi's ribs, and the wound was extremely black.

"The Immortal Killing Sword!"

The next moment, Murong Ji could no longer stop his tears, which dripped onto the back of Tian Buyi's hand and were then wiped away by Murong Ji.

Murong Ji leaned against the coffin and sat down slowly. A large amount of energy and blood was sucked away by the Zhu Xian Sword. He felt really tired at this moment.

She wiped away her tears, calmed down, and began to think about Master Tian Buyi's current condition. His body was completely dead, and his soul was probably still trapped in the body.

After thinking for a long time, Murong Ji stood up again, took out a white jade bead, placed it between Tian Buyi's eyebrows, and began to activate Tian Buyi's body.

The life force on the white jade bead slowly flowed into the corpse, stimulating the blood and nourishing the body. Murong Ji staggered and fell to the ground, feeling weak and cold again.

He could not hold on any longer. If it were not for the three golden elixirs, he would have lost so much energy and blood, and he would probably be in the same situation as his master Tian Buyi.

He climbed up again and stuffed the white jade bead that had fallen on Tian Buyi's chest into his mouth. He suddenly lost his strength, collapsed beside the coffin, and fainted.

[The Zhu Xian Sword is bloodthirsty. Being stabbed by it is really painful. ]

Daoxuan walked in from outside the charity cemetery, looked at Murong Ji beside the coffin, was silent for a while, then walked over.

He stood beside Murong Ji for a moment, then he slowly sighed, picked up Murong Ji, put him back in the coffin, and closed the coffin lid.

Then he walked to Tian Buyi and made a hand seal. Tian Buyi slowly woke up, but he couldn't speak because he had a bead in his mouth. He wanted to raise his hand to take out the jade bead, but he couldn't do it.

Daoxuan seemed to understand what Tian Buyi meant. He reached out and took out the white jade bead, looked at it carefully, and nodded, "Junior Brother Tian, ​​your disciple's skills in refining weapons have become more profound."

"Now, it is possible to preserve life essence. With this thing, your and my resurrection is no longer just wishful thinking."

Tian Buyi smiled grimly and shouted angrily, "Daoxuan! Are you still not awake?"

Daoxuan glanced at him coldly: "Awaken? I have never been confused, why do I need to wake up! Tian Buyi, if you are not still useful, you have no room to speak at this time."

Tian Buyi's face twitched with anger. "Daoxuan, if you die, then die! Daoxuan, you are a coward. Did you waste all your four hundred years of cultivation on this Taoist dog?"

Daoxuan sneered and ignored him, stuffing the jade bead back into Tian Buyi's mouth, "Junior Sister Su Ru is charming and affectionate, and has a hot temper. I'm sure you will be served to the point of ecstasy."

Seeing the anger in Tian Buyi's eyes, Daoxuan continued, "Can you bear to give her up? You can't bear to give her up. I am curious about what Junior Sister Su Ru smells like that Junior Brother Wan has been thinking about her for so many years."

"But don't worry, I won't hurt her. After all, I'm your senior brother, why would I snatch it from you?"

Then he patted Tian Buyi's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I was able to save Junior Brother Wan a hundred years ago, and I can save you now, too. We will both live well."

"When I find Junior Brother Wan's soul, we will all be resurrected. After another hundred years of operation, Qingyun Sect will once again become the best in the world."

After he finished speaking, Daoxuan looked at the sky and saw that it was already dark. He performed a spell and Tian Buyi died again, and then he covered the coffin.

He glanced around and murmured, "It's time to get going!"

Daoxuan's hand flashed with dark ghost energy, which attracted eight ghosts, and the ghost energy was slowly absorbed into the ghosts. In an instant, the ghosts turned into fierce and ferocious ghosts, ferocious and terrifying, baring their fangs and claws at Daoxuan, bloodthirsty and fierce.

Daoxuan snorted coldly and slapped them directly. The eight evil ghosts instantly became obedient.

"gone."

As soon as he finished speaking, eight evil spirits lifted up two coffins, flew into the night sky, and followed Daoxuan away.

At dawn, Daoxuan found a place out of the sun to store the coffin and continued on his journey at night. For several days, Daoxuan found a charity cemetery to store the coffin before dawn.

Soon, it was already bright.

Daoxuan hated the scorching sun. He frowned and hid in the shade.

"what?"

When his eyes swept over Murong Ji's coffin, he was a little surprised. The morning sunlight shone on the coffin, and for some reason, it burned a big hole.

The coffin lid was much thicker than the coffin board, but it was melted by the sunlight. It was not burning, but it was melting like heating, melting the board into liquid.

Daoxuan hurried over and took a closer look. Murong Ji in the coffin seemed to be absorbing the light from the surroundings.

There is an inexplicable energy, very hot. When you change the angle, it seems like an inexplicable flame is burning all over your body.

Looking along the hole on the coffin lid, he frowned slightly. The position here just happened to illuminate Murong Ji's abdomen and chest. He watched as the coffin lid slowly dissolved and the hole was constantly expanding.

Daoxuan stretched his hand upwards, "Ah~!"

"His!"

Just like a drop of water falling into an oil pan, Daoxuan's hands were burned into dry bones in an instant.

Daoxuan looked at Murong Ji in astonishment. The Xuanyin ghost energy continued to repair his injuries, and the flesh and bones on his hands grew back.

"The magic method of Fenxiang Valley?! It doesn't look like it!"

He was confused and unsure about Murong Ji's current situation. After thinking for a while, he found some things and covered the windows of the charity cemetery.

Looking into the darkness, I discovered that in every gap in the room, there were rays of sunlight flowing in.

Just like the gentle flow of water, so smooth.

Rather than saying that it is the sunlight that is flowing, it is better to say that it is the yang energy that is flowing.

Daoxuan cut off a section and held it in his hand, but it was slowly separating and turning into spiritual energy and evil energy.

"This... what is this? What on earth is this?" He has been practicing Taoism for four hundred years, and this thing is truly beyond his understanding.

Daoxuan lay beside the coffin and looked carefully. At this time, the coffin lid had almost dissolved.

With every breath Murong Ji took in, the vital energy like flowing water, into his body, accompanied by the opening and closing of acupuncture points all over his body.

But it is the running of Tai Chi Xuanqing Taoism.

Daoxuan's pupils shrank in disbelief. This Tai Chi Xuanqing Taoism was so powerful and overbearing that it could forcibly plunder the energy of heaven and earth and use it for itself.

[If the Qingyun Sect's Daoism is all like this... then it won't be easy for the Qingyun Sect to decline! ] Thinking of this, Daoxuan hurried to Tian Buyi's coffin.

He slapped the coffin lid open with one palm and made a gesture to wake Tian Buyi up. Without waiting for Tian Buyi to speak, Daoxuan injected a stream of mysterious ghost energy into various parts of Tian Buyi's body.

"Go check on your apprentice, what happened?"

Tian Buyi climbed out of the coffin with a gloomy face. He had no blood to support his body and felt a little weak. He staggered and was about to fall to the ground.

Suddenly, Daoxuan supported him.

Tian Buyi nodded and staggered towards Murong Ji. Looking at Murong Ji's current state, he was a little unsure.

He looked at his disciple in amazement. "What is this? Taiji Xuanqing Dao Fa?!!"

They were all speechless, unsure of Murong Ji's current situation.

Coming back to his senses, Tian Buyi looked at Daoxuan again, his heart sank. He looked carefully at Daoxuan's pupils, which were full of gray and deathly silence. He couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother Daoxuan, you are sometimes lucid and sometimes possessed by demons. Is there really any hope for your salvation?"

Daoxuan remained silent and looked at Murong Ji with a gloomy expression.

Tian Buyi found a place to sit down and said, "You and I have practiced Taoism for more than 400 years. We will die anyway. What is there to be unhappy about?"

Daoxuan thought for a long time, "Junior Brother Tian, ​​have you let it go? Dazhu Peak has always been in decline, aren't you afraid that among the six peaks, Dazhu Peak will be the first to be abolished?"

Tian Buyi's face froze and he was silent for a while, as if he was very angry. Tian Buyi asked, "I didn't expect that you are a ghost master! You can be considered as stealing my skills!"

(End of this chapter)