Chapter 369 Qingyun will have a hard time in the future
"Uncle Daoxuan, rest in peace."

Daoxuan's whole body trembled, and in an instant, endless evil aura rose around him. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Murong Ji fiercely.

“Rest in peace? How can I rest in peace?!! With the enemy at hand, I will fight them off for Qingyun!” Daoxuan was shocked, “Hehehe, don’t you want to avenge your master?!”

"Your master's wife is dead too! Hahaha!" The laughter stopped abruptly, the sound suddenly disappeared, and Daoxuan stared at Murong Ji with a ferocious face.

He asked sinisterly: "This is the forbidden area of ​​Tongtian Peak, what are you doing here!"

As he spoke, the Zhuxian Sword was revealed from under the tattered dark green Taoist robe, but there was a crack on the sword.

The pitch-black sword body that wrapped around the broken sword was now full of cracks.

Murong Ji took a breath of cold air. The Dead Abyss! Is it so terrifying? ! Daoxuan holding the Zhuxian Sword is an invincible existence!

"You bastard! You are just like your master! Isn't it good for me to be the head of the sect? Why do you have to go against me? In that case, go see your master!"

As soon as the words fell, the huge colorful sword shot straight into the sky.

As the Zhu Xian Sword Formation was activated, the entire Qing Yun Sect was instantly awakened. From the mountains behind each peak, endless murderous intent rose into the sky and transformed into a beam of light, merging into the endless sky.

Two ferocious blue dragons, one black and one white, coiled up from the sky with murderous intent. These were the evil spirits and auras of each peak.

Six giant dragon-shaped pillars seem to be supporting the sky.

This kind of power is different from the previous Zhu Xian Sword Formation, but the murderous intent makes people feel creepy. The more beautiful the scenery, the more dangerous it is.

After the spiritual energy and evil spirit sank into the sky, the sky suddenly became clear and bright, with starlight and sunlight mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish between day and night.

Inside the Yuqing Palace, many elders of the righteous path hurried out, and when they looked up, they saw this shocking scene.

The heaven and earth were filled with murderous intent, as if the sky was destroying the world. A dazzling array of starlight bloomed, and the light danced in the air like a dancing butterfly.

Upon closer inspection, they were actually several sword energies of the Zhu Xian sword!
Those who watched felt a chill run through their heads, their entire bodies freezing cold, and they dared not move.

"Look there!"

Everyone looked back and saw the back mountain of Tongtian Peak filled with colorful rays of light and the Zhuxian Sword Formation!

"What... happened?"

The leaders of Qingyun Sect knew that Daoxuan had returned. He even had a big fight with Murong Ji in Huanyue Cave.

Lu Xueqi walked out of the crowd silently and headed towards the back mountain.

"Junior sister Lu!"

Xiao Yicai's shout seemed to wake her up. Lu Xueqi paused, but she was hesitant. The enemy was right under the mountain. If she left, what would happen to the sect...

"The Demon Cult is attacking the mountain! The Demon Cult is attacking the mountain!"

Everyone came to their senses instantly and turned to look. A Qingyun disciple hurriedly ran onto the square, followed by countless figures behind him.

And four huge ferocious beasts, the yellow bird, the Taotie, the Kuiniu, and the Zhulong!
The blood mist was billowing, and in it, countless figures were moving around, rushing forward with great momentum.

Everyone's faces changed drastically. The defense line set up by Qingyun Sect was too weak!

"Meet the enemy!"

Xiao Yicai shouted loudly, and this shout seemed to wake up the seven peaks of Qingyun Sect. As soon as he finished speaking, a vast and distant bell sounded.

The rumbling sound shook the entire Qingyun Sect. Disciples from the other six peaks flew towards Tongtian Peak on their swords. The largest number of disciples came from Longshou Peak and Xiaozhu Peak.

The next are Fenghui Peak and Chaoyang Peak.

There weren't many people on Luoxia Peak. A rough count showed there were about twenty or thirty of them.

There are only three or four people in Dazhu Peak...

Xiao Yicai bowed to Lu Xueqi with a heavy face, "Junior Sister Lu, I don't know what Junior Brother Murong has done, but please consider the overall situation. If... we should believe him..."

Lu Xueqi shuddered and turned around, tears streaming down her face. "Senior Brother Xiao, I know."

Inside the Fantasy Moon Cave, Murong Ji looked at the Zhuxian Sword Formation and nodded with satisfaction. The power was indeed much greater than before, but there were still many areas that needed improvement.

Looking down, Murong Ji's face was somewhat solemn. He held the Tianwen Sword across his chest and then swung it downwards.

“Inside this Fantasy Moon Cave, the power of the Immortal Execution Sword Formation is unmatched by anything outside.” Daoxuan said with a look of contempt.

As soon as the words fell, Murong Ji put away the sword and made a seal. In an instant, a white light flashed and sank into the Zhuxian Sword. Murong Ji finished making the seal.

The starlight in the sky seemed to have a guide, emitting streams of light that sank into the Zhu Xian Sword.

The light fell, and the huge sword edge suddenly collapsed.

Daoxuan's face froze, and he stared at the Zhuxian Sword in a daze. He suddenly twisted the sword and wanted to launch the sword formation again.

A huge sword shadow condensed, but suddenly collapsed.

"What's going on?" Daoxuan tried several times but failed. He looked up at Murong Ji with a sinister look, then suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Murong Ji.

Murong Ji turned the Tianwen Sword in his hand, stepped forward, and directly resisted Daoxuan's attack. In an instant, the two of them suddenly burst out with a black and a white aura. The auras collided, but neither gave in at all. One was the Xuanyin ghost energy, and the other was the Samadhi true fire!

The stalemate lasted less than a breath before the Samadhi True Fire instantly burned and enveloped Daoxuan's entire body. The sizzling sound of cooking oil continued to be heard, accompanied by Daoxuan's screams.

Murong Ji stepped forward and picked up the Zhu Xian Sword. Looking at the cracks on it, one could tell how fierce the battle was at that time.

Murong Ji looked up at Daoxuan, waved his hand, and the Samadhi True Fire was instantly retracted.

Listening to Daoxuan's heavy breathing, he sighed. If Daoxuan were alive, this Samadhi True Fire might not be able to do anything to him.

Now, he is relying entirely on the Xuanyin ghost energy to maintain Daoxuan's current state, and is being restrained by the Samadhi True Fire.

"Among the three of us, Pu Hong is the strongest. That monk is hiding very deep. You have to be careful..."

Murong Ji was stunned, looking at Daoxuan who had been burned beyond recognition. For a moment, he didn't know what to say, only feeling an inexplicable sadness.

"After I die, Xiao Yi will definitely reform. There is nothing wrong with reform, since Qingyun Sect is already like this... But remember, don't go too far..."

Daoxuan chattered for a long time, and seemed to be tired. He took out a book from his arms and threw it to Murong Ji.

He staggered to his feet and walked into the mist.

"Brother... follow me..."

Daoxuan's whole body trembled, and he stared at the figure in front of him in a daze, Wan Jianyi, that high-spirited Wan Jianyi.

"You...Junior Brother Wan..." He staggered towards the figure.

"Clang" a box fell from Daoxuan, and two figures emerged from it. Murong Ji was stunned, they were the master and his mistress!
He trembled all over and was about to say something when he saw Master's Wife Su Ru waving her hand and disappearing with the dazed Master.

Murong Ji wanted to chase after him, but when he looked up, he saw Wan Jianyi.

What kind of person was he? He was full of vigor and vitality, and the most memorable thing about him was his sword-like eyebrows and star-like pupils.

There seemed to be an unquenchable flame in her eyes, full of passion and enthusiasm. Her white clothes fluttered, and she was also full of endless elegance.

After meeting this person, Murong Ji finally understood why the older generation kept missing him.

Looking at him, it seemed as if everything was hopeful, and I felt inexplicably at peace.

What is a natural prodigy? That’s it, a born prodigy!
Daoxuan staggered over and grabbed his hand, "Junior brother... is it really you? You made me look for you so hard..."

Wan Jianyi patted his hands, took him a few steps into the depths of the thick fog, suddenly turned around, looked at Murong Ji, and gave him a smile.

At that moment, Lin Jingyu really looked like him.

Murong Ji bowed and said, "Uncle Wan."

Wan Jianyi sighed leisurely, "Qingyun Sect will have a hard time in the future. It all depends on you."

Murong Ji bowed again, "Disciple will do his best."

Wan Jianyi looked Murong Ji up and down and said, "Well, you have a good foundation. You can practice the methods of the ancestors and perfect them on this basis. You are even more powerful."

"But the days ahead may not be enough."

Murong Ji was startled, and then he saw Wan Jianyi looking at the Zhuxian Sword, "Brother, your trip is not just to find me."

"When we were training, we met a strange man of the ghost way. He said that the world is changing, and there will be people with higher cultivation, even gods..."

"There are also some indescribable things. For example, the Death Abyss..."

Murong Ji was shocked. Others didn't know, but he knew very well that this area was a newly formed world of cultivating immortals, and it had been growing slowly all along.

If divided by realm, a person at the level of the Heavenly Emperor appears only once in tens of thousands of years. However, from Chen Huang, Snow Empress to Heavenly Emperor, the time is getting shorter and shorter.

The time between Linglong and Patriarch Qingyun shortened again, and by the time it came to Patriarch Qingye, it was a thousand years apart.

Is a thousand years a long time? To them, it is not long. A life span of four hundred years is only three generations.

Up to now, although there has been no master in the Taiqing realm, but the half-step Taiqing...

Murong Ji was startled. [There may be more than two people who have reached the Half-Step Taiqing realm!]

He had no idea what level the Taiqing realm was, and he also didn't know what the strength of the Emperor of Heaven was, so he couldn't judge.

After coming to his senses, Wan Jian waved his hand and carved a passage of scripture on the stone wall.

Murong Ji took a glance and was shocked. This is the half-step Taiqing realm! He looked at Wan Jianyi in astonishment. Could it be that when the young Wan Jianyi died... he had already reached it?
Or was it the moment when the old Wan Jianyi died and was freed...

"Brother! After all these years, you still can't let it go?"

After he finished speaking, he pulled Daoxuan to the stone wall. The meaning was very obvious. Daoxuan was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand, and hundreds of words were instantly engraved on the wall.

Suddenly, Daoxuan's whole body stiffened. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but no sound came out. Slowly, he turned into powder and disappeared into ashes.

Murong Ji fell to his knees with a thud and kowtowed.

(End of this chapter)