Chapter 359 The Sound of Bells
Then he exhaled slowly, his face full of fatigue, "Are you blaming me? Blaming me for hiding it from you?"

This sentence seemed to have pierced Zhang Xiaofan's forbearance, and he asked in a gloomy tone: "How many people did you kill to extract so much blood and essence!"

Wanren Wang was startled, and stroked his graying temples, "They were all taken from monsters and refined using secret methods."

"jingle!"

When the bell rang, the two of them looked pale. This was the sound of the Hehuan Bell. Where was this? Ghost King Sect! Bi Yao was performing the Hehuan Bell Secret Technique in Ghost King Sect! Was she in any danger? !
In an instant, the two rushed out of the cave one after the other and rushed towards the direction where the sound came from.

In less than a breath, he landed in a tunnel. At a glance, the tunnel was full of dense cracks, and it felt as if some gas had burst the tunnel in an instant.

"Yao'er?"

Ten thousand people called out in a trembling voice, but no one responded. Zhang Xiaofan's heart sank to the bottom, "Seal off the Ghost King Sect!"

Wanrenwang also came to his senses. The secret passages of the Ghost King Sect were complicated and it was not an easy task to search them. When they heard the sound of the bell, it didn't take much time to get here.

Without any hesitation, he jumped up and headed towards the several exits of the Ghost King Sect.

Zhang Xiaofan carefully explored the battlefield. Suddenly, at the end of the corridor, he found a footprint. His pupils shrank and he was a little surprised. "This is..."

"Why are they here?!"

Looking up in another direction, I saw a white figure, the fox demon Xiaobai! Xiaobai's breathing was a little rapid, as if he was in a hurry and didn't even have time to calm down.

"Why are you here?!" Zhang Xiaofan silently reached for the Soul-Devouring Stick.

Xiao Bai looked solemn, and did not answer Zhang Xiaofan's question. Instead, he asked solemnly, "Where's Bi Yao?"

Zhang Xiaofan's face froze, "He was just kidnapped."

Xiaobai's face suddenly changed and he said directly: "Follow me!" He turned quickly and chased in the other direction of the Ghost King Sect.

Zhang Xiaofan hesitated for a moment, then followed.

Murong Ji walked in the city. There were not many shops open in the city at night. He didn't feel like shopping, so he just found an inn to stay in.

He wanted to see if the Ghost King could control the scale of his conquest of the world. After all, the Beast God calamity had just passed not long ago, and if there was more trouble, the human population would be reduced by half.

"Waiter, bring a table of food and wine to my room."

"Okay, Taoist priest, please wait a moment."

After going upstairs and sitting on the edge of the bed, Murong Ji looked up at the stars in the sky and summarized the things about observing the starry sky. The Emperor Chen had done it many years ago.

I am also doing it now. The "Book of Changes" is a magical book. In the past life, it was the source of half of Chinese culture, and many academic schools in later generations have its shadow.

Now, he summarized the rules of the stars in the sky according to the format of "The Book of Changes" in his previous life, and Zhou Yixian also wrote the hexagrams.

Murong Ji flipped through the book and put it back into the dragon ring.

"Sir, the food is ready."

"Come in, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Murong Ji poured himself a glass of wine. After eating, he half leaned back in his chair and looked at the night sky quietly.

"jingle."

A bell rang, and Murong Ji woke up instantly. He looked out the window, but there was no one there. "What is this? The sound of the Hehuan Bell?"

Murong Ji thought about it carefully. This place was not far from the Ghost King Sect, so if someone wanted to cause trouble for him, there was no need for Bi Yao to come.

He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then jumped onto the roof and looked around.

But I didn't find anything. There was a faint smell of incense floating in the air. I guess someone was burning incense to worship the gods.

Then I saw several figures passing by on the wall behind the inn and flying away into the distance.

Murong Ji frowned slightly. A dog and a fox were carrying a coffin, and three monsters, a bear, a wolf, and a tiger, were following them.

It's a bit strange, but it also makes sense. Many sects have spiritual beasts, such as Ling Zun. A stable high-level combat force can be said to be the cornerstone of the sect.

There are all kinds of spiritual beasts, for example, Dahuang on Dazhu Peak. It is said that it was raised by the master since it was a child. Now it must have become a monster.

Murong Ji watched them walk away, and the feeling gradually disappeared. After thinking for a while, he threw a silver ingot into the house and chased after them on his sword.

These five creatures looked slow, but their speed was not slow at all. Murong Ji chased them for nearly an hour before he caught up with them. From a distance, it looked like they were attending a funeral.

Murong Ji was about to speed up when someone stopped him.

An old woman in a black robe and golden colors, she didn't look old, maybe in her forties or fifties, but her expression was very old.

"Please stay, sir. We are here to attend the funeral of our master. Please do not offend you."

Murong Ji frowned slightly. He could tell at a glance that this guy was not a human, but a fox. "Whose family are you from?"

The old woman did not answer, but asked respectfully: "Who are you?" "I am Qingyun Murong Ji."

The old woman's demeanor changed, and she stood up straight in an instant. Her spirit and energy instantly rose to a higher level. "Murong Ji? I know you."

Murong Ji was startled, as if something had changed, yet nothing had changed. This change in attitude was quite big.

[Have a grudge against Qingyun Sect? ]

Murong Ji frowned slightly and looked up at the foxes and dogs carrying the coffin, but they had disappeared.

He retracted his gaze and asked directly, "Do you have a grudge against Qingyun Sect? Or are you someone from the Demon Sect?"

The old woman tapped the air with her walking stick, and endless ripples in the air vibrated, like rippling water, spreading out in all directions.

Murong Ji was a little surprised. There was something in this move! Just like the space is king in the novel, he had not seen the fluctuation of the true essence, but the magic had already been activated.

Carefully sensing the abnormalities around me, this is no longer within the realm of magic, it is somewhat like the level of "Tao".

Murong Ji exhaled slowly, and the space around him seemed to be tighter, just like standing in water, with an inexplicable resistance and heaviness.

"Senior, your surgical method is truly exquisite. May I ask which sect you are from?" After he finished speaking, he thought that this was still the area of ​​Huqi Mountain. Could it be the group of foxes in Huqi Mountain?

"Hmph?! Who are you to ask about my background? Get out of here!" As soon as he finished speaking, the space around Murong Ji was squeezed apart instantly.

An inexplicable force pushed Murong Ji backwards.

Murong Ji was a little surprised. This surgical method was really amazing, but he didn't like the old lady's attitude.

The Tianwen Sword in his hand turned, and the Moon-Watching Sword style slashed down, directly breaking the surging "space" force.

He took a step forward and gently twisted the thumb and middle finger of his left hand.

He suddenly raised his hand forward, and before the old woman could use her second spell, he grabbed her neck and lifted her up.

Fingers!
"Well, that's right. These 72 unique skills are much more useful after being transformed into martial arts." Murong Ji sighed and looked at the old woman again.

Murong Ji pinched her vital points, which also blocked her energy channels, making it impossible for her to use any magic.

"Now I ask, and you answer."

The old woman held Murong Ji's wrist tightly with both hands, trying to get him to relax a little.

But at this moment, she couldn't exert any strength at all. Helplessly, the old woman could only nod her head with difficulty.

Seeing the old woman agreed, Murong Ji loosened his fingers slightly and then asked, "Where are you from?"

"I...I'm from...Huqi Mountain..."

Murong Ji nodded. Although the fox demon Xiaobai doesn't care much about Fox Mountain, why don't you try to kill those foxes?
There was no grudge between him and Xiaobai, so there was no need to kill her people.

Then he let go of her hand, "You met me this time, I have a good temper. If you met someone with a bad temper, you would have been killed and skinned by now."

"The second question is, who is in the coffin?"

The old woman gasped for air roughly, but she didn't dare to act rashly. Murong Ji's huge momentum when he charged in scared her so much that her whole body became limp. "The one who died is my ancestor. Find a place to bury him."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, he was afraid that he was being treated like a fool!
Tigers, wolves, and bears escorted me. Which fox ancestor has such a big face? Or I think I can't smell the incense on them!

The smell of incense!
In an instant, Murong Ji seemed to understand their identities, "What a coincidence?!!"

Dogs, bears, foxes, wolves, tigers, these are the gods worshipped by the five Miao people in southern Xinjiang, right? ! ! His mind turned, and he became interested in these gods.

Murong Ji smiled and patted the old woman's body, then drew a mark under her skin. "I have some friendship with Sky Fox Xiaobai, but there was a misunderstanding. Please forgive me, senior."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look in the direction where the several incense gods left. His pupils shrank, and he ignored them and flew towards the town ahead on his sword.

After making sure Murong Ji was gone, the old woman let out a long breath, her face not looking good, a little gloomy, "Murong Ji... in the future, when you fall into my hands, we'll see!"

Murong Ji returned to his room and fell into a deep sleep.

In the next few days, Murong Ji stayed in this city and did not move. He was waiting for the Shura of the Ghost King Sect to be born.

Suddenly, he thought of something. For Shura to be born, there must be another step, right? !
【Astrolabe!】

Murong Ji suddenly sat up from the bed. The star disk is in the hands of Pu Fang of Tianyin Temple, right? If it was in his hands in advance, would the means set by the Emperor of Heaven be so easily cracked?

Without any more hesitation, Murong Ji paid the room fee and headed towards Tianyin Temple.

Mount Xumi, Tianyin Temple.

Murong Ji stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up to see endless and long steps leading up the mountain.

Under the warm sunshine, the entire mountain path was shining with golden light, like a giant dragon winding among Mount Sumeru.

(End of this chapter)