Chapter 355 might be affected by the Zhu Xian Sword.

A place of great danger must have hidden a tremendous spiritual energy. A blessed place must also be extremely dangerous.

What can be confirmed now is that the Samadhi True Fire can indeed purify the body and restrain these evil things.

Murong Ji set up a formation, placed a bead that gathered spiritual energy into the alchemy furnace, opened all the coffins, and stood aside, quietly watching the rising evil energy gather and go away.

Then, he was melted by the Samadhi True Fire, and subtle screams kept appearing in his ears, making Murong Ji feel creepy.

[I'm afraid something has happened to the ancestors buried on the Seven Peaks! ]

An unknown amount of time had passed before Murong Ji looked at them one by one and made sure that the evil spirit in the master's body was gone. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

After carefully studying the meridians of Qingye Patriarch, Murong Ji gained a lot of information. Suddenly, Murong Ji thought of something.

Rumor has it that Patriarch Qingye was able to surpass his master in just a few years, and then in the next thirteen years, he reached the Taiqing realm.

Murong Ji touched his chin, he was thinking about one thing, cultivation is cultivation, accumulation is accumulation, no matter how powerful the moves are, if you use a big move, you will have no mana left, that is not very frustrating.

Patriarch Qingye’s cultivation was so fast, probably he was just like Daoxuan, using the evil spirit of the Zhuxian Sword to cultivate!
He suddenly became interested in archaeology, as he could get a lot of useful information from his ancestors.

After closing the coffin, Murong Ji picked up the furnace and walked out of the tomb. It was already daybreak, and he quietly left Tongtian Peak. Before he could return to Dazhu Peak, he was bumped into by Lu Xueqi.

Looking at her cold face, I knew that she had been looking for me for a long time and was probably in a terrible mood.

Murong Ji smiled awkwardly, "I just came out to get some fresh air. I'll be back soon, I'll be back soon."

Lu Xueqi didn't say anything. She flew towards Dazhu Peak on her sword. Murong Ji could only follow behind obediently.

I returned to the dungeon and looked at the food box on the table. Only then did I realize that it was already noon.

After lunch, Murong Ji took some time off and wanted to clean the alchemy furnace. As soon as he took it out, he instantly became serious.

This palm-sized alchemy furnace is round in shape and has three legs. It looks very beautiful.

When my father heard that I became Tian Buyi's apprentice, he spent a lot of money to buy it. Even the master said that this thing is good.

Looking at it now, the alchemy furnace looked as good as new. It had been burned by the Samadhi True Fire and had become a little smaller, but it was more exquisite.

"It was originally small, and now it's even smaller. If I refine one pill at a time, how long will it take me to finish refining it?"

He just said that. In fact, this kind of small furnace is more convenient for refining high-grade pills.

Murong Ji opened the alchemy furnace and focused his eyes. Inside the furnace, there was a crystal jade bead floating inside. Upon closer inspection, Murong Ji's pupils shrank. He was not unfamiliar with this thing.

This kind of thing was created when the Immortal Gathering Banner was used to absorb countless souls. Later, the Soul Gathering Pill was refined, and this jade bead contained the raw materials for the Soul Gathering Pill.

"These evil spirits really have consciousness and souls!"

Thinking of this, Murong Ji's expression became even uglier. Did the other six peaks, where the ancestors were buried, also have such abnormalities? !

[It seems that we all have to go through this journey. ]

He took out the jade bead and examined it carefully. In just one night, the bead had already developed patterns of magic weapons. Although it was not complete, it could still be considered a magic weapon.

There is no special function yet.

Towards evening, Lu Xueqi returned, bringing back two people, Chang Qingqing and Chang Qingfeng.

Murong Ji was a little confused. Why did he bring his two cheap apprentices here? Wouldn't this disturb their world of two?
He gave Lu Xueqi a look. The dungeon is so small that any movement in the house can be heard clearly. Are you sure you can bear it?

Lu Xueqi rolled her eyes and said nothing more.

Later Murong Ji found out that these two little guys, who were there to supervise him, had rebelled!

In order to pass them away, Murong Ji casually pulled out a book from the bookshelf, glanced at it, and was stunned for a moment. It was "Dharma's True Sutra of Physical Training", and memories came flooding back.

When I asked Qiao Feng for advice on how to build a solid foundation, he taught me this method. He is the foundation of Shaolin Temple's martial arts.

Now, it is no longer necessary. He has a better way. He was silent for a long time, sighed, sat down, and began to modify the technique.

A few days later, Lu Xueqi brought back a piece of news that the disciples of the Ghost King Sect had begun to explore the terrain.

Murong Ji was stunned after hearing this, and felt a little dazed. Time seemed to pass by too quickly.

It's almost another year.

[The Four Spirits Blood Formation is about to be completed, right? ]

As the thought came to mind, I thought of the star map and the Huaxi furnace. These two things are not ordinary things!

Murong Ji exhaled slowly. It was only at this moment that he felt that he had to go down the mountain. Now, the Zhu Xian Sword was not on the mountain. If something unexpected happened, Qing Yun would really be in trouble this time.

Before the war started, he thought it would be a good idea to visit the Ghost King Sect.

Murong Ji looked at Lu Xueqi with a worried look on her face. She also knew that the situation of Qingyun Sect was very precarious at the moment. If they fought again, they would be in danger of being destroyed.

"I want to go take a look at the foot of the mountain." Lu Xueqi was stunned, came to her senses, and said lightly: "Okay, I'll go with you." After saying that, she turned around and walked outside.

Murong Ji shook his head and pulled her back: "I mean, go investigate the Ghost King Sect."

Lu Xueqi's face froze, "No!"

"Does Qingyun Sect still have the strength to fight now?"

Lu Xueqi remained silent, and Murong Ji continued, "It's an emergency. Instead of wasting my fighting power, it's better to let me do something."

Lu Xueqi could always find time to accompany her to places not far from Qingyun Mountain, but that was not possible to do to places too far away.

Now, she has taken over the affairs of Xiaozhu Peak and cannot leave.

late at night.

Murong Ji looked at Lu Xueqi standing at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, waved his hand, signaling her to go back, then turned around and disappeared into the night.

Murong Ji flew on his sword until dawn, then he landed in the jungle and found a small stall on the side of the official road to eat breakfast.

When I looked up inadvertently, I saw the Taoist banner with the words "Immortal Pointing the Way" and was startled. It was Zhou Yixian.

The three of them entered a roadside stall. Zhou Yixian glanced around and saw Murong Ji. Without saying a word, he sat down opposite Murong Ji.

"Waiter! One for each person! Hurry up."

"Okay! Just a moment!"

Zhou Xiaohuan smiled, "Brother Murong, we meet again."

Murong Ji nodded, then clasped his fists and saluted, saying to Zhou Yixian: "Senior, it's been a long time since we last met. I am honored to meet you."

Zhou Yixian nodded, and the waiter brought the food, three buns and three bowls of rice porridge.

They were hungry and had no desire to talk. After the four of them finished eating, Murong Ji settled the bill and the four of them walked slowly along the official road.

"I didn't expect you to survive."

Murong Ji was startled, still feeling frightened, "He never intended to kill me." Then he changed the subject, "I met you today, and I have something I want to ask you."

Zhou Yixian's expression suddenly became more serious, and he slowly exhaled, "What do you want to ask?"

Murong Ji looked at Zhou Xiaohuan who was jumping and skipping in front of him, and the Wild Dog Taoist who was following behind Zhou Xiaohuan.

"Senior, I want to ask about the Dead Soul Abyss. What exactly is in the Dead Soul Abyss?"

Zhou Yixian's face became more serious, and he said slowly: "I don't know either. Rumor has it that the Dead Soul Abyss was just like the Qingyun Gate Mountain tens of thousands of years ago, but it is indeed the residence of gods."

"Later, for some unknown reason, someone used a magical power to cover and suppress it with the Kongsang Mountain. Under the Kongsang Mountain, there is another huge mountain range. Because of its support, the current Dead Abyss was formed."

Murong Ji frowned slightly, thinking it was a bit ridiculous, but also a bit reasonable. "Senior, could the thing that was suppressed be a living being made of evil spirit?"

Zhou Yixian turned pale for a moment, looking at Murong Ji's astonishment, and then quickly recovered, "What did you find?"

Murong Ji did not answer in a hurry, but looked at Zhou Xiaohuan. This girl is a good dog breeder! It must be said that Zhou Xiaohuan has been traveling around with Zhou Yixian since she was a child.

The means by which she was trained were naturally not that simple. If she were really a pure white lotus, she would have been deceived long ago.

"I explored the mausoleum of the founder of Qingyun Sect. The cultivation of Taoism in their bodies during their lifetime has become the nourishment of the evil spirit, and the evil spirit has taken on spiritual charm."

Zhou Yixian was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he looked at Murong Ji with a strange look. It was unclear whether he was horrified that Murong Ji had dug up the grave of his ancestor, or he was horrified by the strange spiritual energy and evil spirit of Qingyun Mountain!
Murong Ji glanced at Zhou Yixian and continued to ask, "Senior, what is the matter with the Immortal Execution Sword? Why is his evil spirit…"

Zhou Yixian restrained his expression, but even so, his expression was still not good.

"Rumor has it that before the human race, there were countless other races. In order to maintain their status, these races suppressed other races. The Zhuxian Sword might have been forged by a race in one of these periods."

"The Immortal Execution Sword itself is fierce and has killed many people. The same is true for countless tribes since then. In every era, countless lives have died under the Immortal Execution Sword."

"Until the Immortal Execution Sword fell into the hands of the human race..."

Zhou Yixian had a worried look on his face. "I've seen the terrain of Qingyun Mountain. It's a Feng Shui treasure land. It shouldn't gather evil spirits so quickly to form a mountain spirit..."

"I'm afraid it's affected by the Zhuxian Sword."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly. He had no doubt about Zhou Yixian's ability, but he still couldn't see through this old man.

"Senior, I read in the ancient books of Qingyun Sect that Qingyunzi was a physiognomist. After obtaining the ancient scroll, he entered the Taiqing realm. However, this Taiqing is not the same as the ordinary Taiqing."

"I wonder if you, the senior, are like our ancestor, who entered the Dao through physiognomy and achieved the Dao of Great Purity?"

Zhou Yixian's face was a little stiff. "How could I have that ability? If I, an old man, had that aptitude, I would have already established a sect."

(End of this chapter)