Chapter 362 Murong Ji! Stay!
"Master, you promised me!"

Murong Ji kicked him away in annoyance, "I promised you nothing! You're just making fun of me, right?"

"Master! Master! I will definitely have a child! I will definitely have one!"

Murong Ji turned his head and looked at him coldly. After all, he had said it, and it would be unkind to go back on his word.

"Let's put it this way. When we accept disciples in Qingyun Sect, we value character. If your character and intelligence meet the standards, I will take a look. Otherwise, don't send you to Qingyun Mountain."

"Okay, okay, I will definitely educate my child well, and I will go back and get married now!"

Murong Ji snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and knocked him back several meters, then turned around and flew away on his sword.

A few days later.

At night, Murong Ji built a fire in the woods, roasted dry food and pickled meat, ate a simple meal, took a short rest, and then went into the tent to sleep.

Murong Ji stumbled into the night, suddenly opened his eyes, his face slightly gloomy, turned over and continued to sleep.

It was bright in the sky. Murong Ji stretched and walked out. He glanced at the people from the Ghost King Sect who were surrounding him, many of whom were familiar faces.

The four great holy envoys, including Azure Dragon and Vermillion Bird, surrounded them on all sides, and there were dozens of other elders from the Ghost King Sect around them.

The pine trees are hidden in the jungle on the left.

Murong Ji was a little surprised. He thought he had killed quite a few before, but the Ghost King Sect was still so powerful.

When he raised his head slightly, he saw Wanrenwang standing above his head, standing on the Fulong Ding and looking down at him.

The surrounding light curtain flickered slowly, and the blood-red lines were extremely clear, trapping the Dragon Palace.

"Such a big scene, I'm afraid the Demon Cult has come out in full force!"

No one answered Murong Ji's words, but just looked at Murong Ji quietly, as if he was some kind of ferocious beast from ancient times.

"Seventh Senior Brother, I have a favor to ask of you."

Murong Ji turned his head and looked to the left, where he had built a fire last night. Zhang Xiaofan was sitting there eating dry food.

The fire had gone out and was slowly emitting smoke.

Murong Ji's face looked unhappy. He walked over and sat opposite Zhang Xiaofan. Looking at the hot dry food and pickled meat on the shelf, he ate slowly without being polite.

"It hasn't been long since I came out of Tianyin Temple, and you guys have already chased me. Are you guys keeping an eye on me?"

"No, I went to visit the divine monk Puhong the same day you left Tianyin Temple."

Murong Ji's face was somewhat gloomy. "You also saw it that day. I believe you know the state of the Ghost King. You also know what the Four Spirits Blood Formation is like. Now I ask you, are you sure you want to make this choice?"

Zhang Xiaofan didn't say anything. He finished the dry food in his hand silently, and then said, "I don't care what happened to the Ghost King. I just want to know the whereabouts of Bi Yao."

Murong Ji was startled, "Biyao? What happened to him?"

"She was kidnapped on the day you attacked the Ghost King Sect."

In an instant, Murong Ji's pupils shrank sharply. He thought of the animals he had met at the beginning and frowned slightly.

He remembered that he heard the sound of the Hehuan Bell, but when he chased after it, he saw those incense gods.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji said, "This Qiankun Samsara Disk can pull souls and spirits, determine life and death, calculate reincarnation, and determine fate. It is indeed capable of infinite things, but it is very difficult for you to find someone."

"Instead of starting from here, it is better to ask Sky Fox Xiaobai. She has lived for so long, so she must know a lot of things."

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan talking, Murong Ji interrupted him with a wave of his hand and continued, "That night, I heard the ringing of the Hehuan Bell and chased after it."

"I met five spirits: dog, bear, wolf, tiger, and fox. You can go to southern Xinjiang to look for them."

As soon as Murong Ji finished speaking, Zhang Xiaofan's eyes turned bloodshot, "You ran into them! You ran into them! Why didn't you stop them! Do you know that Bi Yao is..."

As he spoke, Zhang Xiaofan grabbed Murong Ji's wrist tightly and shouted at him.

"Snapped!"

Murong Ji slapped Zhang Xiaofan in the face, leaving him standing there in a daze.

"Who am I to you? Should I do this and that for you?! Zhang Xiaofan, remember, you owe me!"

Murong Ji stood up and glanced coldly at everyone in the Ghost King Sect, but his gaze finally fixed on Zhang Xiaofan.

"Zhang Xiaofan, you have a rough life. You went from the righteous path to the devil's path. It's hard to tell good from evil, right from wrong. You can't tell the difference. Sometimes I can't tell the difference either."

"In a catastrophe of monsters and beasts, I can clearly see whether it is a human or a ghost, so how can I not see it clearly?"

Zhang Xiaofan raised his head abruptly, staring into Murong Ji's eyes, "Murong Ji! If Qingyun Sect is upright, why did you kill Daoxuan? Why did Cangsong rebel?!"

With a roar, there was an exclamation around him in an instant. Daoxuan, the leader of the righteous way, the Taoist master with high cultivation! Since the great catastrophe of the beast god, even their disciples of the demon sect have admired him.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly, "He was possessed by a demon and killed more than a dozen ordinary people. He deserved to die." Murong Ji's voice was very light. He stared into Zhang Xiaofan's eyes, as if he wanted to see through his heart and what he was thinking.

"It's just killing a few people, could it be..." "Pa!" Murong slapped him in the face again and looked at him sarcastically.

"Didn't Puzhi just kill more than a hundred people in Caomiao Village? In order to make up for you, Tianyin Temple robbed Qingyun Sect and spent countless resources to remove the evil spirit in your body!"

"Killing a few people is so easy. The Immortal Execution Sword was used by the Qingyun Sect and killed countless people! What kind of people died under the sword!"

"Attack my mountain gate! Don't you allow me to kill you?"

Murong Ji's expression slowly calmed down and he exhaled deeply: "You are young and can't think clearly. I don't blame you."

In his first life and even in his previous life, when he was twenty-five years old, he was not even as good as Zhang Xiaofan.

He straightened his hair crown and said in a deep voice: "The Four Spirits Blood Formation is a formation to seal Shura. If Shura is released, the world will be in great trouble again. Zhang Xiaofan, you can do whatever you want!"

Murong Ji turned around and flew towards the sky, directly rushing towards the crowd.

As soon as Murong Ji moved, countless people around him began to move in an instant.

Tens of thousands of people saw Murong Ji coming towards them, with a look of excitement on their faces. "Hahaha!" After laughing out loud, countless blood-colored tentacles instantly appeared around Fulongdi.

They all attacked Murong Ji.

Murong Ji's whole body was burning with white flames, and the moment he touched those bloody tentacles, they were burned to ashes.

Suddenly, a spear flew from below, penetrated the protection of Samadhi True Fire, and shot straight towards Murong Ji's heart.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank and he quickly dodged and looked at Wanrenwang again. He was riding the Fulong Ding and coming with great force.

Murong Ji flipped his hand and the Heaven-Flipping Seal was instantly used, the 'Golden Flag Pegasus Style'. He had always used the Heaven-Flipping Seal as a hidden weapon.

"boom!"

The Sky-Flipping Seal flew back, and Murong Ji didn't wait to see what happened to the tens of thousands of people. He just followed the force that the Sky-Flipping Seal sent back, accelerated and flew towards the man who was coming towards him with a spear below.

"bump!"

With a dull thud, the Heaven-Flipping Seal first broke the spear and then pierced the man's chest.

"White Tiger?" Murong Ji muttered to himself, then turned to look at Wanren Wang. At this time, Wanren Wang was barely able to stabilize the Fulong Ding.

Murong Ji went up and used another Heaven-Flipping Seal, which completely knocked over the Fulong Ding and broke the Kunlong Que.

Without any hesitation, he flew away on his sword. The next moment, an inexplicable force came down and rushed over like an overwhelming force.

Murong Ji's heart trembled, this is... Shura!
The Tianwen Sword appeared in his hand and he slashed it out, but the sword light was inexplicably dissipated and there was no ripple.

Seeing the Shura's power coming, the Samadhi Fire in Murong Ji's hand was burning fiercely. At this moment, he wanted to touch it!
With a slap of his palm, the golden light of the Palm of Great Compassion, mixed with countless white flames, shot straight into the sky.

"Thorn."

The palm print was eliminated and the flame was eliminated.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank and he was shocked. Before he could react, a force strangled him.

In an instant, the Qi and blood began to surge and churn, and the protective essence around the body was corroded bit by bit.

His skin suddenly felt a burning pain, and Murong Ji's face changed drastically. The sword light flashed around, as if it cut through the inexplicable restraints. Taking this opportunity, Murong Ji hurriedly fell to the ground.

The Kunlongque closed again, and this time, with the power of Shura, the power of the formation was even greater.

Murong Ji looked at his arms. His Taoist robe was torn, as if it had been corroded by something. There were some ulcers on his skin. That kind of power was still constantly eroding his body.

Without having time to think about it, I glanced around and found it really ironic that the formation that was supposed to trap Shura to death was now being used by Shura.

Murong Ji flipped his hand, and seven short swords appeared around him. He held the Tianwen Sword in his hand, held it in front of his chest, and gently twisted the sword. The colorful blade of the Zhuxian Sword, which was more than ten feet high, began to emerge.

He swept through the surrounding Ghost King Sect disciples without holding back, and endless sword energy fell, but was blocked by the trapped Dragon Fault.

"My dear Murong, leave the Qiankun Samsara Disk behind and I will let you go."

Murong Ji ignored the words of Ten Thousand People. Currently the Shura Four Spirits Blood Formation had not been completely formed yet. He looked at it bit by bit, trying to find the flaw in the formation.

He has made great achievements in formation, and he is confident about this.

Wanrenwang also discovered this. As the formation continued to flow, the power of Shura was slowly suppressed.

Murong Ji was not in a hurry. He chose a position and swung the huge blade of the Zhuxian sword directly towards him.

In an instant, the Dragon Binding Gate was broken, and that force seemed to be easily split.

Murong Ji was a little surprised, then he reacted. The Zhu Xian Sword Formation seemed to have a restraint on that kind of power, but his sword formation was too small and the effect was not obvious.

The formation was broken, and Murong Ji did not stay any longer and rushed out directly.

"Murong Ji! Where are you going! Stay!"

(End of this chapter)