Chapter 363 I Just Don't Like You
Ten thousand people pressed towards the Imperial Cauldron again, and the rolling power of Shura surged and pressed down.

Murong Ji's face was solemn, and he swung his sword with all his strength.

Wanrenwang was also risking his life, and the Fulong Ding was pressed forward, intending to use it to resist the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

"bump!"

The two collided, and the huge recoil force instantly broke the formations that the two had created. That was not all. The recoil force broke the Zhu Xian sword's tip, and the mighty force rushed towards Murong Ji.

In an instant, Murong Ji seemed to tear a piece of space from the air and turned around to attack the people from the Ghost King Sect who were at a disadvantage.

Time flies!

The recoil force turned countless Ghost King Sect disciples into blood mist and powder, without even a piece of clothing or living stone magic weapon left.

This continued, and the energy created by it turned the other disciples around into bloody messes. Those who were a little further away could also hear screams.

Murong Ji had dealt most of the damage, and the remaining impact was enough for Murong Ji to bear. After stabilizing his body, he felt his internal organs churning and his blood surging.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough!"

Murong Ji spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood was golden in color and mixed with pieces of internal organs. As the blood dissipated in the strong wind, a scent of medicine filled the air.

Without any time to hesitate, Murong Ji looked up and looked forward. The Fulong Ding was still there, but at this time, the tens of thousands of people were also shaken into a bloody mist.

Slowly gathering.

At this juncture, anyone who holds back would be a fool.

Murong Ji leaped up and rushed towards the Fulong Ding. In an instant, it seemed that some power was gathering urgently, and he could no longer control it.

"The righteousness of heaven and earth!"

"Haoran lives forever!"

"I don't want to kill the immortal!"

"But kill the ghosts and gods!"

The sword's edge was shining, and it was Murong Ji's sword that was slashed with all his strength.

"bump!"

Murong Ji's Tianwen sword almost slipped out of his hand, causing half of his body to become numb. The inexplicable power on both sides of the Fulong Ding was broken by the sword.

"call out"

The sound of breaking air faded away, and in the blink of an eye, Murong Ji's figure disappeared.

Ten or so breaths after Murong Ji left, a deep sword mark suddenly appeared on the Fulong Ding.

The invisible power slowly gathered, and suddenly countless blood mist emerged from the Fulong Ding, gathering into the shape of a crowd of tens of thousands of people.

Wanwan let out a long breath and stroked the deep sword mark on the cauldron with some heartache.

Then he looked down and was about to say something encouraging, but suddenly, he looked down at the Fulong Ding and laughed inexplicably.

The last seal of the Fulong Ding was broken and was cut by Murong Ji's sword!

"Return to the Ghost King Sect!"

Everyone left, and only a few people stayed, including Qinglong, Zhuque, Xuanwu and Taoist Cangsong. Not far away, Jin Ping'er was standing.

Several people gathered around a bloody lump of earth, their faces solemn.

Suddenly, Qinglong leaned over and picked up the piece of soil. A medicinal fragrance filled the air, and the fragrance alone was enough to make people feel refreshed.

"Is this Murong Ji's blood? Why does it look like this?" Cangsong asked puzzledly.

Qinglong frowned slightly and said slowly: "It is rumored that when the blood of some exotic beasts evolves to a certain level, their blood will change color and develop some special abilities."

“And then stably pass it on to future generations. This is the origin of those rare and precious animals.”

Jin Ping'er laughed, "So Murong Ji is not a human being."

Qinglong glanced at her calmly and said in a deep voice: "Humans are also a kind of monster."

Jin Ping'er was not surprised. Her graceful and charming manner was truly captivating. She asked, "What is Murong Ji's innate magical power? Seniors, have you figured it out?"

No one spoke, and they didn't see Murong Ji use any special abilities.

After a moment of silence, the sickly young scholar suddenly said, "It's physical strength. The move I used against the Sect Master earlier, the Sect Master was..."

He paused, thinking it was inappropriate to say this at this time. He glanced at his eldest brother and third sister and saw that they both looked unhappy.

He stopped talking about this topic and changed the subject, saying, "All the information about Murong Ji shows that his physical strength is not weaker than that of monsters. If he can leave offspring, the human race will have a strong physique in the future."

Jin Ping'er's eyes lit up, a faint smile appeared on her face, and then she quietly disappeared into the woods.

a long distance away.

Murong Ji held onto a tree and slowly sat down. As soon as he relaxed, severe pain spread throughout his body. "Puff, cough cough."

As soon as he sat down, he spat out another mouthful of blood. Murong Ji breathed slowly and began to regulate his body.

Murong Ji had some confidence in this match. Shura was indeed not easy to mess with. He even suspected that the black-hearted old man's blood refining method also came from the Fulong Ding. After all, the two feelings were really similar!

He took out seven daggers, and tiny cracks appeared on them. Endless evil spirit and spiritual energy slowly leaked out. Murong Ji flipped his hand, and the Samadhi True Fire instantly appeared on his palm.

The flames burned, gradually repairing the cracks on the sword.

After all, this is not the Zhu Xian Sword. Although it is powerful, it does not have the power of life and death. Facing the Shura Blood Formation, it is probably not enough.

"We still have to go back to Qingyun Mountain. It's very difficult to stop the Ghost King Sect at the foot of the mountain, cough cough." Blood flowed from the corners of Murong Ji's mouth.

The body began to slowly repair itself, and it was painful and itchy, really unbearable.

Holding onto the tree trunk, Murong Ji slowly stood up and walked towards the depths of the jungle. Not long after he walked, Murong Ji suddenly stopped. Behind him, there was another person, Jin Ping'er.

"It's you, Fairy Miao, are you here to block me?"

Murong Ji exhaled slowly. This time, he felt much more comfortable and his injuries healed quickly.

"How dare I? I know my level very well. Even though you are seriously injured and dying, it is still no problem for you to kill me."

Murong Ji lowered his eyes, "It's good that you know, leave now."

After he finished speaking, Murong Ji walked straight into the depths of the jungle. After he took a few steps, he heard footsteps behind him. After he stopped, he turned around and saw Jin Ping'er was still following him.

"Jin Ping'er, do you have anything else to say?"

"It's okay, can't I just follow you?"

"cannot!"

Who likes to be followed by the enemy when they are injured? Afraid that they won't die fast enough? Murong Ji flew up and flew quickly towards the sky.

Jin Ping'er frowned slightly and flew to catch up. Although they both had high-level Shangqing cultivation, Murong Ji was able to leave her far behind.

After an hour, Murong Ji disappeared without a trace.

Murong Ji chose a city to stay in, found an inn to stay in, and prescribed himself a medicine. After boiling it and drinking it, he slowly fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon. I was about to get up and wash up, but when I turned around, I saw Jin Ping'er sitting next to me.

Murong Ji's eyelids drooped, "Mr. Miao, what exactly do you want to do?"

Jin Ping'er walked towards him, as if every step she took was stepping on Murong Ji's heart. She had a smile on her face, like a proud fox.

She sat down on the edge of Murong Ji's bed, arching her round and plump buttocks inward, pressing against Murong Ji's lower abdomen, and then half-lying and half-crouching on Murong Ji's body.

As if she was acting like a spoiled child, she said with resentment, "I remember you said that I would never be able to get pregnant after being struck by the cold energy of the purple blade. I wonder if you have any way to cure me, Taoist Priest?"

The voice was soft and fleshy, yet it made the person's bones soften. It was like sucking the marrow out of the bones.

Murong Ji frowned slightly and kicked towards her, but Jin Ping'er quickly dodged, as if she had been on guard against him for a long time.

His kick missed, but he did not attack anymore. After getting up, Murong Ji began to wash up, not paying any attention to Jin Ping'er.

"Murong Ji, you should return to me the things you got from Xiaoyao Valley!" Jin Ping'er hugged her arms, leaned on the side, and looked at Murong Ji with a smile.

I just don’t know how much of this smile is real and how much is fake.

"Aren't you tired of having to keep faking that smile?"

Jin Ping'er was startled, and her expression became stiff, but then it thawed like ice, and she smiled brightly: "I am like this, but I still want to please you bunch of stinky men."

"Murong Ji, the dishes made by Xiaoyao Valley are always delicious and wonderful. Do you want to try them?"

Murong Ji looked at the blush and heat on his body, then turned to look at Jin Ping'er with seductive eyes. His gaze seemed like circles of soft and charming silk threads, stirring up waves in people's hearts.

"Is this the aphrodisiac unique to the Hehuan Sect?"

Murong Ji asked casually without waiting for Jin Ping'er's answer. He shook off the water droplets on his hands and walked towards the clothes rack. Only then did he see the clothes that were eroded by the power of Shura. Even the middle shirt and underwear were torn.

I forgot to change it yesterday, so I just took it off and took out a new top and underwear to put on.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect that you have so much money! Murong Ji, are you sure you don't want to try the food I cooked?"

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to her. In an instant, the Samadhi True Fire burned fiercely, burning all the remaining Shura power, evil spirit and aphrodisiac in his body.

After putting on the new Taoist robe, just as he was about to walk out of the room, Jin Ping'er blocked the door first, "Murong Ji, are you disgusted by my background?"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, a little confused. After all, the Hehuan Sect was a first-rate sect. Although it was destroyed now, it was not reduced to decline. It would let a core disciple be sold out.

"You misunderstood, I just simply don't like you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a big hand grabbed Jin Ping'er's neck, lifted her up, and then put her down.

He moved her away from the door and was about to walk out when he suddenly stopped and said calmly, "I know you killed a lot of people, all cultivators. According to the intelligence from Qingyun Sect, you have never massacred innocent people."

"This is why we are on opposite sides, and I am willing to let you live. The choice is up to you. If I prove that you killed innocent people, then you will die."

After going out, Murong Ji ordered a table full of food to fill his stomach.

Jin Ping'er took her bowl and sat opposite Murong Ji, and started eating without any hesitation. She asked casually, "Is it because of Lu Xueqi?"

(End of this chapter)