Chapter 358: The Tunnel of the Dark Night Ghost King Sect
Who could have thought that it would actually crash into Biyao.

Murong Ji snorted coldly and was about to stop her, but Zhang Xiaofan appeared in front of Bi Yao. The two looked at each other but said nothing.

"boom!"

The swastika and Tai Chi diagram in front of Zhang Xiaofan were running at the same time, and the three skills were running quickly, resisting the impact of the yellow bird.

Zhang Xiaofan had not yet had time to change into his wedding gown.

[Did you hear the noise and rush over here? ]

Murong Ji's gaze fell on the back of Zhang Xiaofan. He knew countless masters of the Demon Sect, including Qinglong and Zhuque.

Among them, there is a burly man and a weak scholar, probably the White Tiger and the Black Tortoise.

Other people, those he knew and those he didn't, densely surrounded the cave entrance, staring at Murong Ji with burning eyes, especially his Qingyun Sect Taoist robe, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Murong Ji! Today is the day you die!"

"How dare you! How dare you trespass into my Ghost King Sect!"

……

Murong Ji didn't care about the curses and scolds at all. He turned his head to look at the endless sea of ​​blood below. Now that thousands of people were busy, it was a good opportunity.

The black and white daggers of power around them sank directly into the sea of ​​blood. In an instant, the burning of the Samadhi True Fire and the seven daggers madly absorbed the sea of ​​blood below.

Murong Ji looked at the status of the seven swords. The Tai Chi seal in the middle actually took effect, automatically maintaining the balance between spiritual energy and evil energy.

"Murong Ji! How dare you look down on us like this!"

The roar behind him was getting closer and closer. Murong Ji didn't even turn his head. The Youwei Xuanjian instantly appeared beside Murong Ji, vibrating silently.

When the person behind him approached, he instantly turned into powder and blood mist, without even leaving his magic weapon.

He sank into the sea of ​​blood below and became a part of it.

From beginning to end, Murong Ji was staring at the seven daggers below.

The shouting suddenly stopped, and the cave became eerily quiet except for the sound of Wan Ren Wang and Zhang Xiaofan fighting.

The fear that had overwhelmed the people a hundred years ago resurfaced, and his face turned pale.

Murong Ji raised his head and looked up into the sky. Zhang Xiaofan and Wanrenwang had gradually leveled the battle situation, and Kunlongque was being rebuilt.

With a sudden sneer, Murong Ji swung his sword, and the sword light directly split the newly reconstructed Kunlongque into pieces.

"Murong Ji!" An angry roar came from thousands of people, but they had no time to find trouble for Murong Ji. The three strange beasts fought fiercely with the two of them, and the battle situation that was finally suppressed was completely out of control.

The roar of the crowd seemed to wake everyone up. You Ji grabbed Bi Yao, pulled her behind her, and retreated out of the cave.

The rest of the people attacked Murong Ji.

Murong Ji twisted the Tianwen Sword, and in an instant, countless sword energies were stimulated and scattered. In less than a breath, half of the demon sect members who besieged Murong Ji were killed or injured.

There were only a dozen people who rushed in front of Murong Ji.

Murong Ji then turned around and took a look, then silently took out the Gathering Immortal Banner. When Lu Xian'er appeared, everyone was shocked.

"Lu Xueqi!"

Murong Ji alone is difficult to deal with, and now there's Lu Xueqi. If the two of them work together, they really may not be able to get away with it!

"It's not Lu Xueqi! This is the spirit of the Juxian Banner! The Juxian Banner has become a divine weapon! Everyone, be careful!"

Mr. Gui spoke slowly behind the crowd. His words made them feel much more at ease.

Slowly surrounded Murong Ji.

Murong Ji turned his head and took a look at the seven daggers. The Zhuxian Sword Formation was the foundation of the Qingyun Sect and must not be lost.

Murong Ji turned the sword slightly, and the Zhu Xian Sword Formation rose again. This time, what fell was not sword energy, but seven main blades.

In an instant, colorful light filled the air, and seven or eight figures fled out and landed at the edge of the cave, but they were also seriously injured.

The rest of the people died under the Zhuxian Sword.

Murong Ji no longer paid attention to these people. He looked down at the sea of ​​blood below. As a result of burning and absorbing, the sea of ​​blood had been reduced by more than half.

Feeling that the speed of the seven daggers below absorbing the blood evil has slowed down, Murong Ji murmured, "It's almost done."

With a wave of his Taoist robe, seven short swords appeared around him again.

Looking closely, there was a faint bloody aura lingering on the seven swords. The smell of blood was very strong, mixed with a hint of fragrance.

Murong Ji was startled. [The Samadhi True Fire can refine substances. If the remaining half of the sea of ​​blood is transformed into resources, I'm afraid the quality will be quite high!]

Now he had no chance to gather the sea of ​​blood. Looking up, he saw that Wanrenwang had rebuilt the Kunlongque.

Without any hesitation, Murong Ji struck again with the sword, this time using the main blade of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

Ten thousand people's pupils shrank, and the Fulong Ding directly blocked it.

"Bang!" The buzzing sound of metal resounded throughout the cave. The huge power shook the ground like a dragon turning over, and the two men were shocked and took a step back.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly. The power of the Four Spirits Blood Formation began to fully manifest itself. If he stayed any longer, he would be in big trouble!
He took a step forward and reached the cave entrance directly. At this time, most of the Ghost King Sect's high-level leaders were blocking the cave entrance.

Seeing Murong Ji rushing towards them, they were horrified and their faces turned pale. With the strength that Murong Ji had just shown, how could they stop him?
Murong Ji flew out, and the people in front of him dodged one after another. Some also tried to stop him, but none of them could take on Murong Ji's sword.

The Huaiguang clan's light-gathering technique is extremely sharp and can break anything. After being integrated into Murong Ji's sword moves, its power has been more than doubled.

Murong Ji landed in the corridor, glanced at the people from the Ghost King Sect who were attacking him from the front and back, adjusted his breath, and when he was almost done with rest, he rushed towards the outside of the Ghost King Sect.

the other side.

Bi Yao also knew that her strength in Shangqing would not be of much help, not to mention that she was unwilling to confront Murong Ji.

Following You Ji to the depths of the Ghost King Sect and hiding in a room, Bi Yao felt a little worried.

"Aunt You, is my father... possessed by a demon?!"

You Ji sighed and shook her head, "I don't know either."

Bi Yao's face turned pale, she had just experienced what happened to Tian Buyi not long ago, and she could imagine what Daoxuan's ending would be.

In addition, for the elders of the Holy Church throughout the ages, death in battle was the best outcome.

It seems that death by being possessed by the devil is the final outcome for a cultivator.

But when the same thing really happened to her own relatives, it was really hard for her to accept it.

Bi Yao thought of Murong Ji. She had seen how powerful this man was. She felt a little flustered and couldn't help but think, is her father really his opponent?
"Aunt You, please go help my father. Murong Ji has invaded the Ghost King Sect. I'm afraid the sect has suffered heavy losses."

You Ji looked at Bi Yao and hesitated. In this chaotic situation, it was most important for her to take care of Bi Yao. "Don't worry, big brother and the others are there, and Gui Li is here too."

Bi Yao felt a little more at ease. She gently hugged the person she had always regarded as her mother and rested her head on her belly. Only in this way could she feel at ease.

Youji gently smoothed Biyao's hair, "Don't worry, it's okay."

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a voice came from outside the door, "Saint Envoy Suzaku, Murong Ji has escaped from the Ghost King Sect."

Bi Yao and You Ji were startled and looked at each other. Then You Ji said, "I see. How many casualties are there?"

"Reporting to the Holy Envoy, more than 4,000 elite disciples have died, and half of the elders have died. We are short of manpower now, and we need you to take charge of the situation."

"Where's my elder brother?"

"The Azure Dragon Holy Envoy and several existing elders are seriously injured and unconscious."

You Ji frowned. Murong Ji had grown too fast. Twenty years ago, he was still a Yuqing junior who could be crushed to death at will.

Now, he can actually challenge the entire Ghost King Sect!

Suddenly, she thought of a person. "Back then, he entered the temple in the same way, and fought his way out in the same way..."

"Aunt You?"

You Ji came back to her senses and patted Bi Yao on the shoulder, "As the deputy sect leader, it's time for you to step forward and win over the people's hearts."

Bi Yao nodded and was about to change out of her wedding gown, but was stopped by You Ji, "If you go out wearing this, you will be more likely to win people's hearts. If there are more bloodstains..."

Biyao shook her head, "I don't want to get this dirty."

You Ji looked at Bi Yao with a half-smile, "Oh? You don't want to get it dirty? Or..."

Bi Yao blushed, and instantly remembered the time when she and Zhang Xiaofan were fooling around in their wedding clothes. She ignored You Ji, changed into her usual clothes, and walked outside.

Influenced by everything since childhood, Bi Yao was very familiar with all the affairs of the Ghost King Sect and handled them very quickly. By the time she finished, it was already late at night.

"Yan Hui!"

"Deputy Sect Master."

Bi Yao stared at Yan Hui, looking him up and down, "Arrange the disciples on duty, don't let anyone take advantage of the opportunity, I'm going back first."

"Yes!"

The Ghost King Sect seemed a little weird at midnight.

The further they walked, the stronger the smell of blood in the air became. Bi Yao frowned; she really didn't like this smell.

Thinking back to when I captured Kui Niu, what did my father say? He wanted to make it the guardian beast of the Ghost King Sect.

The scene I saw not long ago was so thrilling and the smell of blood was so pungent that it was really sickening.

Coming back to her senses, Bi Yao looked at the empty corridor and suddenly felt that something was not right. She turned her head and looked behind her, but she did not find anything unusual.

"Who is this person! Get out!"

A clear sigh echoed in the empty corridor.

Bi Yao frowned, she had never doubted Murong Ji's level, she had witnessed the magic of that technique.

This feeling of uneasiness made her very flustered. Holding the Hehuan Bell in her hand, Bi Yao walked towards the depths of the Ghost King Sect. At this time, she could only feel safe when she was with Zhang Xiaofan.

In the Ghost King Sect's blood sea, Zhang Xiaofan looked at the four beasts being suppressed with a gloomy face. His eyes swept over the Taotie, but there was an inexplicable anger in his heart, which he had been suppressing and not venting.

Tens of thousands of people landed on the stone platform, and they suddenly lifted up the Fulong Ding in their hands, and the entire Fulong Ding slowly floated into the sky.

(End of this chapter)