Chapter 368 You didn’t take that step after all.

After taking a glance at Xiao Yicai and Fashang, he knew in his heart that Fenxiang Valley would probably be jointly targeted by the two families from now on.

A new force will be established in southern Xinjiang, and southern Xinjiang will no longer be dominated by Fenxiang Valley alone.

Suddenly, Lu Xueqi thought of a force, the Quanzhen Sect, which Murong Ji had taught in southern Xinjiang. She couldn't help but frown. This was the force that Murong Ji had used as a retreat, but now...

It was as if Murong Ji had planned it all.

At the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

Xiaobai carried the seriously injured Zhang Xiaofan and climbed up the mountain step by step.

After experiencing the great disaster of monsters and beasts, the dense jungle around Qingyun Mountain was almost razed to the ground. After a year and a half, new grass seedlings sprouted on the barren land.

Xiaobai looked over and sighed, "What a sin."

After being stunned for a moment, he continued walking towards the mountain. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. He looked back, but Xiao Hui, who was following him, was nowhere to be seen.

Yan Mei frowned slightly and cursed inwardly, "You stupid monkey, you just ran up the mountain like that?!!"

Carrying Zhang Xiaofan, they continued to go up the mountain and looked around at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

The scene is still one of flourishing growth. Weeds more than one meter tall hide the dilapidated village, and the sound of birds singing can be heard faintly.

But there is something inexplicably creepy about it.

"Qingyun Mountain, how could there be such a strong evil spirit?!"

Xiaobai put the seriously injured and unconscious Zhang Xiaofan aside, looked up at the top of the mountain, frowned slightly, and his eyes moved as he suddenly thought of something.

"The spiritual energy and evil energy are so mixed, I'm afraid something is wrong with Qingyun Mountain." I felt something was wrong the last time I arrived at Qingyun Mountain, and now it is even more chaotic.

"Is the Qingyun Sect, the best sect in the world, going to fall?"

As soon as the words fell, a light breeze blew up, and the rustling sound between the grass leaves was loud. The green grass swayed, bringing with it a bit of grass fragrance.

Xiaobai was stunned and a little surprised. He looked up at the energy in the sky in disbelief.

But it was empty, with only white clouds floating in the air.

She is a rare fox spirit in the world, and with thousands of years of accumulation, she can clearly sense the murderous intent brewing in the sky.

It was as if the world would be destroyed in the next moment, and the frightened people were trembling.

"This... this is not the Immortal Execution Sword Formation! Murong Ji, what are you doing? ! ! Those who overestimate their own abilities and want to covet the power of heaven and earth will all end up dead..."

The worry in her beautiful eyes flashed away, and then she took a deep breath and smiled, "He is not my husband, why worry so much."

He turned around and looked at the deserted village. He carried Zhang Xiaofan and walked through a patch of dense weeds that were over knee-high. He stood in front of a house that had been renovated at some unknown time and was stunned.

It turns out that Zhang Xiaofan has also come back.

Tongtian Peak.

On the back mountain, Daoxuan flew and landed on the narrow path. He looked up at the sky. There was endless murderous intent brewing in the sky.

Pure murderous intent!
There seemed to be a glimmer in his grey eyes. He was also a master of formations. For a hundred years, he had been the one maintaining the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

Today's Zhu Xian Sword Formation has become much more complicated, with spiritual and evil spirits surging in the main energy meridians like a rushing river.

"Good tricks! Good looks!"

With an exclamation of admiration, Daoxuan lowered his head and walked towards the ancestral temple.

When I saw this newly built ancestral temple, I was still a little dazed. I heard the whistling sound of swords coming from inside. It seemed that someone was practicing sword. After a long silence, he pushed open the door and went in.

"Master...Master?!"

Lin Jingyu tightly grasped the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand. The scene of himself being subdued in three moves made him feel nervous.

Daoxuan was still wearing the same tattered dark green Taoist robe, but underneath the holes was a pitch-black hole. Looking closely, one could see that he was wearing a pure black robe underneath.

"Are you alone here now?"

Lin Jingyu came back to his senses, his face still pale, "Yes. There is only one disciple here."

Daoxuan suddenly took a step forward. Lin Jingyu was startled and jumped far away. The Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand glowed faintly.

Daoxuan paused, a flash of red appeared in his eyes, and then quickly disappeared. He stared at the Dragon-Slaying Sword in a daze. The green sword light was flowing, as if an old friend was greeting him.

Daoxuan clenched the box in his hand, his body trembling, and when he came to his senses, he looked at Lin Jingyu and said, "You stay here and guard. No one else is allowed to come in without my order!"

Having said that, he hurriedly walked into the ancestral temple.

Seeing the tablet of the ancestor, Daoxuan stepped forward, held three incense sticks, bowed three times, and then offered incense.

When he stood up, his body swayed again. He hurriedly held onto the altar, then fell down, steadied himself, and looked up at the tablet in the front.

The spirit tablet of Tian Buyi from Dazhufeng, the eighteenth generation disciple of Qingyun.

The spirit tablet of Suruzhi from Xiaozhu Peak, the eighteenth generation disciple of Qingyun.

The spirit tablet of Shang Zhengliang from Chaoyang Peak, the eighteenth generation disciple of Qingyun.

…Looking at them one by one, unknowingly, their faces were filled with sadness, their eyes were filled with pain, but no tears were shed.

It seemed as if I was still chatting and laughing with them yesterday, watching them quarreling and fighting, and mediating between them.

Now when I see it again, I can only see this cold spirit tablet.

Looking again, there was a spirit tablet in a corner, which was the spirit tablet of Qingyun Sect's eighteenth generation disciple Tongtian Peak Wan Jianyi.

Daoxuan was shocked all over, and he picked up the spirit tablet tremblingly, wiped it, and put it back.

When he raised his head, he saw his master's spirit tablet. It was as if something was punctured and he could no longer hold on. A stream of black, smelly blood flowed from the corner of his eye.

Daoxuan knelt down with a plop, "Master! It's too hard for me to be the headmaster anymore, ahhhh..."

Lin Jingyu stood in front of the door, listening blankly to the ghostly howlings in the house. It was really the howlings of ghosts. Gusts of cold wind blew out of the door, making people's backs cold.

In an instant, the sky seemed to have changed.

Lin Jingyu looked up suddenly, feeling a chill in his heart. Endless murderous intent rushed over him, annihilating the evil spirit and continuing to surge into the ancestral temple.

The air seemed to be filled with dancing lights, like a sea of ​​flowers in summer, but Lin Jingyu felt as if he had a thorn in his side and dared not move at all.

These white lights are sword energy! The purest killing intent of heaven and earth!
He had seen it in Murong Ji's swordsmanship before, and it was exactly the same as the Moon-Watching Sword Style!
"My fellow Qingyun masters, this unworthy disciple Daoxuan..."

Daoxuan's voice came to an abrupt halt. He stared blankly at the wisps of white light floating in. His gray pupils sank and he restrained his expression. He took out a new spirit tablet, glanced at the ancestral tablets, and filled in the gaps in those that had not been engraved.

Finally, he took out a spirit tablet and carved a few words on it:

The spiritual seat of Daoxuan, the eighteenth generation disciple of Qingyun Sect and the head of Tongtian Peak.

He placed it on the left side of Wan Jianyi's spirit tablet, then turned and left the ancestral hall, looking at the white sword energy filling the sky.

"Master, the head master?"

Daoxuan stared at Lin Jingyu in a daze, muttering to himself, "So similar..."

Lin Jingyu lowered his head slightly. He knew who Daoxuan was talking about, Wan Jianyi. He was very similar to Wan Jianyi. Because of this, Cangsong taught him carefully.

Because of this, many elders in the sect look up to me.

"Take good care of them."

"Disciple knows."

Daoxuan flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the door, heading towards the Huanyue Cave in the back mountain.

Inside the Huanyue Cave.

Murong Ji inserted the palm-sized sword into the spiritual tree of the Heavenly Secret Seal. At this time, the spiritual tree had two sword holes, one large and one small.

The big one is the place where the Zhu Xian Sword was originally placed and nurtured.

Murong Ji opened another one and used it as the centerpiece of the new Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

Although the Zhuxian Sword Formation is still powerful without the Zhuxian Sword, it cannot kill the Beast God, let alone destroy Shura.

Helpless, Murong Ji could only think of other ways. He had been thinking about this matter these days.

The final decision was to use the Qiankun Lock as the final backup for the sword formation.

Murong Ji took a look at the star plate in his hand, then put it down, exhaled slowly, made a hand seal, and in an instant, the spiritual energy and evil spirit in the Fantasy Moon Cave began to flow.

The seven peaks were filled with spiritual and evil spirits that had accumulated for thousands of years. The spiritual and evil spirits were divided again, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation, which had been lifeless, also became active.

Murong Ji stared at the palm-sized sword, and after making sure that there were no accidents, he turned around and saw a person standing behind him.

Daoxuan.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, but he immediately regained his composure and bowed, "Uncle Daoxuan, long time no see."

He looked at Daoxuan carefully and sighed, "It's a pity that you didn't take that step after all."

Daoxuan stared at Murong Ji in a daze, and glanced at the environment around him. In the white mist, there were wisps of energy, and he exclaimed: "If you didn't have the Zhuxian Sword, you would have won this battle between good and evil."

Murong Ji smiled bitterly and sat on the steps of the Heavenly Secret Seal. "It's not that easy. Shura is an ancient demon. This method can only seal him, but it can't kill him."

Daoxuan suddenly saw the writing on the wall: "When the sky is murderous, the stars will move and change their positions; when the earth is murderous, dragons and snakes will rise from the land; when people are murderous, heaven and earth will turn upside down; when heaven and man are murderous together, all changes will be established."

Daoxuan frowned slightly, thinking of the formation that drew the power of heaven and earth, but nodded, "The sky and the terrain, supplemented by human power, are truly unparalleled in killing, even more fierce than the Zhuxian Sword Formation! Aren't you afraid that too much is as bad as too little?"

Murong Ji didn't say anything, just stared at Daoxuan in a daze, leaning the Tianwen sword on the ground. He pushed the sword open with his thumb and then let go.

The sound of "click, click" continued as the gun was put into and out of the sheath.

Daoxuan took two steps, "Nature has cleverness and clumsiness, which can be hidden. The evil of the nine orifices depends on three important things, which can be moving or still. Fire is born from wood, and disaster will be overcome..."

"This is a heavenly book! No wonder you are so special. It only contains a few hundred words, but it tells the whole story of the yin and yang of heaven and earth. What a great opportunity!"

Murong Ji sighed lightly. He still had a lot in his hands. He wrote down this scripture just to leave a method of controlling the formation for the future generations so that they would not go back to the old ways.

(End of this chapter)