Chapter 357 The sea of ​​blood never dries up, and the river Styx never dies
Murong Ji's face was solemn. There was no hope for the people now.

He didn't know what kind of power Shura's power was, but just looking at Wanrenwang's state, he knew that it was only a matter of time before the evil spirit entered his body and he became a demon, or he had already been possessed by a demon.

Looking down at the endless sea of ​​blood, Murong Ji pondered for a moment, how should he deal with this sea of ​​blood?

With a flip of his hand, a sword box appeared in Murong Ji's hand. He pushed open the lid of the sword box, and seven palm-sized daggers flew out with a "whoosh".

As he sank into the sea of ​​blood, the sea of ​​blood surged violently in an instant. In less than a breath, it absorbed one percent of the bloody evil spirit.

As soon as Murong Ji raised his head, endless blood threads attacked him again. In an instant, they were burned into pure natural energy by the flames.

Ten thousand people were stunned. Their current strength was not low. Even if Daoxuan came, he might not be able to gain any benefit! Why? Murong Ji...

[The Four Spirits Blood Formation can’t do anything to him? ! ! ]

Although he had speculated that Murong Ji's original purpose in studying the Fulong Ding was not clear, he could understand that it was for the Four Spirits Blood Formation.

But now he was shocked. Could it be that Murong Ji really had figured out a way to deal with and restrain the Four Spirit Blood Formation? ! !

Before the Ghost King could make a test, the sea of ​​blood below began to make a noise.

Ten thousand people looked down and saw a small whirlpool formed in the sea of ​​blood. Essence and blood were constantly dissipating.

Thousands of people were shocked. These essence and blood not only contained evil spirit, but also contained the spiritual power of four strange beasts!
Without time to think, Wanren Wang swung his hand violently, and the sea of ​​blood surged, directly rushing up the things in the vortex. Then he saw seven pitch-black daggers, constantly absorbing blood and spiritual power.

In a short period of time, one tenth of the blood evil power was lost.

Tens of thousands of people were shocked, even Mr. Ghost, who was standing by and watching the show, was horrified. What was this? A sword embryo formed by evil spirits!

That's not right, Murong Ji has learned from that black-hearted ancestor and gathered his evil spirits into a weapon! ! These seven short swords are just like the bloodthirsty beads! ! But they are different.

The sword is divided by the middle sword bone, the left side is white and the right side is black. Between the hilt and the sword body is a sword guard formed by a Tai Chi pattern.

The hilt of the sword is gray in color.

No matter what, these seven swords are very strange!
"Murong Ji! Stop!" Wanren came back to his senses and directly controlled the Fulong Ding to crash over.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he waved his Taoist robe. The seven daggers instantly returned to his body. He glanced at the seven daggers lightly.

Immersed in the billowing white flames, constantly being tempered and rising, the seven daggers seemed to have intelligence, responding to the three-element intersection of the white flames.

"Master Wan! Do you know what this Four Spirit Blood Formation is used for?"

Wanrenwang had a gloomy face and was filled with murderous intent that was difficult to suppress. How could he be as polite as when they first met?

His face was ferocious, with a huge clot of blood covering his back, making him look like a hideous monster.

However, at this moment he still had a trace of rationality.

With a gloomy face, he clasped his fists and asked, "Please give me some advice, Mr. Murong."

Murong Ji pointed at the Fulong Ding and said, "Inside it, Shura is sealed. We have known this for a long time. The Kunlong Fault is to trap and suppress him, and this Four Spirits Blood Formation is to absorb his power."

"The Four Spirits are four holy guardians who sacrificed themselves to increase the power of the formation. Oh, by the way, in the beginning, the four great guards of the Emperor of Heaven were Zhulong, Taotie, Yellow Bird, and Kuiniu."

"I don't know why the Candle Dragon survived and became the guardian spirit beast of the Savage Holy Temple. However, I guess this Candle Dragon is the third generation, and the first one should have died of old age."

The Emperor of Heaven lived tens of thousands of years ago. Even if a monster has extraordinary talents, it cannot live for ten thousand years.

"The other three kinds of beasts are too rare, so they are replaced by other things, or they become positions and are replaced by humans."

At this point, Murong Ji suddenly noticed a problem, which is which generation this Zhulong is from.

How did Zhulong survive? If he really lived for nearly ten thousand years, how terrifying would his accumulated knowledge be!
"Ten thousand people are here, have you ever thought about why the main hall of the Demon Cult needs four people to guard it?"

Murong Ji looked up and saw Wanren Wang didn't care about these things at all. He sneered and said that Wanren Wang was already deeply possessed by the devil at this time, so he shouldn't have any hope.

Without saying anything more, the Tianwen Sword appeared in his hand. In an instant, a small Zhuxian sword formation lit up. Murong Ji gently twisted the sword body, and seven colorful sword edges appeared, more than three meters high.

It’s not about the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, it’s just that the cave is too low.

The next moment, Wu Jian's sword energy shot out, and in an instant, it shot thousands of people into sieves. The blood mist exploded and finally scattered into the sea of ​​blood below.

Not long after, the figures of tens of thousands of people appeared on the Fulong Ding again.

Murong Ji's expression became somewhat solemn. He turned the Tianwen Sword, and the main sword edge chopped down on his head, killing Wanren again.

As expected, this time, tens of thousands of people were resurrected again in the sea of ​​blood.

"Interesting, really interesting, 'The sea of ​​blood will never dry up, and the river of Hades will never die.'" Murong Ji knew in his heart that the Zhuxian Sword Formation, without the resentment of living beings, had limited control over the Four Spirits Blood Formation.

The blood formation has not yet been completely formed. Once it is completed, I am afraid its power will be multiplied several times.

Exhaling slowly, Murong Ji looked at the endless sea of ​​blood. He spread out his palms, and a blazing white flame emerged. Murong Ji threw it downwards, directly igniting the sea of ​​blood below.

Within a few breaths, the sky was filled with fire.

“Ah!” “Ah!”

The danger of death caused the four beasts below to tumble and tumble, causing the blood sea to surge. The blood sea waves slammed against the surrounding stone walls, stirring up countless blood mists that filled the surrounding air.

In the past, one beast making a fuss was enough to make people suffer. Now four beasts were making a fuss together, and the earth was shaking like a dragon turning over.

Even the restrictions that restrained the blood energy of the formation were broken several times in succession. The ordinary stone walls could not resist this force and were slowly cracking.

The temperature of the flame is not very hot, it is just painful. The burning of the Samadhi True Fire is fueled by the three elements of essence, energy and spirit.

Murong Ji glanced at Wanrenwang who were trying hard to control Kunlongque, and Mr. Gui who was stabilizing the ban. He suddenly smiled and directly chopped down the Zhuxian Sword.

"bump!"

The moment the sword fell, the entire Four Spirits Blood Formation collapsed instantly, and Kunlongque no longer had any restraint on the four strange beasts.

"hold head high!"

The leading Zhulong was actually a giant shark. He whipped his tail directly at Wanrenwang. Among the four beasts, he was the most powerful and the least affected by the Four Spirits Blood Formation.

It was not easy to retain his consciousness at this moment. It was most appropriate to act as the main force in the assault.

Murong Ji took a quick look at the other three strange beasts and found that the Kuiniu was completely useless, with almost no combat power left.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank as his eyes fell on Mr. Ghost who was maintaining the ban. It was really hard to figure out why this man came and what his purpose was.

【Then I won’t think about it.】

With a flip of his palm, endless white flames instantly pressed over.

A burning sound was heard, and flames invaded, instantly burning half of Mr. Ghost's body and clothes, completely revealing his true appearance.

A body formed by dark and evil ghostly energy.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank as he stared at the murderous aura surrounding Mr. Ghost and the surging murderous aura and blood in the sea of ​​blood.

It slowly gathered into Mr. Ghost's body, which was like a beast god with a solid body.

Murong Ji's expression became more and more solemn, "Tianhua Secret Technique! You are the heir of the Tianhua lineage!"

Mr. Ghost glanced at Murong Ji, then looked at the restriction. The restriction had been broken by Murong Ji, and endless blood and energy escaped. It could no longer be reversed.

"Mr. Murong, I am not your enemy, and we should not be enemies. For me, it is enough that the queen is living well."

Murong Ji's face was somewhat gloomy. "The queen you are talking about, is it Tianhua? Or Linglong? Don't tell me it's Biyao!"

Mr. Gui was startled, and looked at Murong Ji in surprise, "Mr. Murong is really sharp, Bi Yao is not my target, she is the bargaining chip of the Lieshan tribe."

"As for Linglong...I haven't seen it."

Murong Ji sneered, "You were the first to enter the treasury above the Emperor's treasury! You were the one who took out the chapter of the heavenly book describing yin and yang, right?"

"And the Ghost Path is a special practice method that you created by combining the Tianhua secret technique. In fact, it is because of you that the witch clan was formed..."

Mr. Ghost smiled bitterly, "Mr. Murong, Linglong has passed away for more than ten thousand years. Except for the monsters with extraordinary talents, no one can live that long."

This is true, the life span of human beings is limited to a thousand years, and no one can really live for a thousand years. The life span is short, but the cultivation is fast.

The flames in Murong Ji's hands were surging. To deal with them, the Zhuxian Sword Formation was useless without the resentment of living creatures. The Samadhi True Fire could better demonstrate its power.

"I didn't say you are a human. The fox tribe has a secret method that allows people to transform into monsters. It is not impossible to increase lifespan by doing this. Four thousand years is not a long time for them."

"Besides, there is Linglong. The ghost in front of the Demon-Suppressing Cave must have lived for ten thousand years."

Apart from anything else, the fox demon Xiaobai might have been born in Linglong's era, and might have had interactions with Patriarch Qingyun, not to mention Patriarch Qingye.

"bump!"

There was a loud noise, Murong Ji turned his head and saw Bi Yao standing at the door, wearing a red wedding dress, staring blankly at the crowds of people above the sea of ​​blood.

"Daddy."

Wanrenwang shuddered all over, avoiding Zhulong's attack. He turned around and saw his daughter. The anger on his face faded a lot, and he said patiently, "Yao'er, leave here quickly."

Biyao took a few steps forward and entered the cave completely, "Daddy! Why..."

"careful!"

"cracking!"

The yellow bird was sickly and had little fighting power, so people did not take precautions against it.

(End of this chapter)