Chapter 370: Method of Refining the Zhu Xian Sword
"Disciple Murong Ji, respectfully bids farewell to the head master, Uncle Wan! Master... Master's wife..."

After a long silence, there was no more sound in the Fantasy Moon Cave. Murong Ji sighed lightly and glanced at the writing on the wall, feeling unsure about what to feel.

"Lin Jingyu's path is stable, and Xiao Yicai's path is also stable."

The realm of Half-Step Taiqing can be reached as long as the two of them proceed steadily and follow the path of their predecessors. With a solid foundation and good accumulation, it is not difficult to enter the realm of Taiqing.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he began to refine the Immortal Execution Sword again. With the current state of the Immortal Execution Sword, if he rushed forward like this, it would definitely break!
With the spiritual energy and evil spirit of Qingyun Mountain and the help of the formation, it is no longer difficult to mend the Zhuxian Sword.

"Senior brother."

Murong Ji opened his eyes and Zhang Xiaofan walked out of the thick fog.

"Why are you here?" Zhang Xiaofan could smell the blood without even getting close. When he stood in front of Murong Ji, half of his body was covered in blood, still dripping.

"I will bring out the Zhu Xian Sword."

Murong Ji glanced at Zhang Xiaofan and asked, "That's Bi Yao's father, can you do that to him?"

Zhang Xiaofan was speechless for a moment, and after a long silence, he said, "Yao'er is missing. I don't know who took her away."

"Didn't I tell you? Go to southern Xinjiang. There's definitely something wrong with that area. And that Gousheng? Oh, the dog god, right?"

"The Hundred Thousand Mountains are extremely vast. So far, it is unknown whether humans have explored even one tenth of them."

Murong Ji watched the Zhu Xian Sword in front of him slowly close up, and it would take some time.

"If you don't hurry up and find her, by the time you meet her, she'll probably have given birth to a bunch of kids..."

Zhang Xiaofan remained silent, and Murong Ji knew that he really had no other choice and was begging him to make a trip.

Murong Ji stretched out his hand and pulled out the Zhu Xian Sword. After making sure it would not break, he twisted the sword and instantly the Zhu Xian Sword Formation was operating at full capacity.

The murderous intent of heaven and earth was running like a huge mill opening and closing, making a rumbling sound.

Murong Ji jumped up, flew out from the sky, and flew towards the Yuqing Palace Square.

"hold head high!"

At the edge of the clear water pond, there was a thunderous roar, and the Spirit Lord rushed over with endless water veins, laying under Murong Ji's feet.

It was not until he arrived at the square that Murong Ji suddenly felt a heavy burden on his shoulders.

At a glance, Lu Xueqi was holding the Youwei Xuanjian, and relying on the operation of the formation, the spread of light activated the Qiankun Lock, sealing off many Shura puppets. The light was flowing, it was really spectacular.

For a moment, it occupied most of the square.

Murong Ji listened to the exclamations and cheers below, but couldn't hear what they were saying.

Above half of the sky, there was no longer the blue and vast space of the past. Instead, there was a violent bloody light that filled the sky and the earth. Endless blood energy turned into dark clouds and rushed over.

Below the sky, there was an endless blood mist, covering countless human figures.

Among the people, there were many Qingyun disciples and Tianyin Temple disciples, and many of them were people that Murong Ji was familiar with.
For example, Chang Jian, and his two cheap apprentices...

A breeze blew, and the smell of blood came to his face. Murong Ji looked up and saw a bloody light floating over, covering the sky and the sun. The entire sky was filled with blood clouds.

After a few glances, I felt a sense of suffocation. Under the blood cloud, everything was dyed red, including the mountains, rocks, grass, clouds and rain...

In the blood-red, countless figures climbed up the mountain like a flood, just like the Beast God's catastrophe a year ago.

However, at that time, it was monsters that attacked the mountain, but this time it was humans who attacked the mountain.

Murong Ji twisted the Zhuxian Sword and was about to shed the sword light, but his hand paused. There were many innocent people below, and if he swung the sword, he would really end their lives.

He exhaled slowly and wiped out Shura first. They could still survive by relying on the essence and blood in their bodies.

With an idea in mind, he looked around and shouted loudly: "Ten thousand people! Come out and fight!"

The sound spread in all directions, rumbling loudly.

Soon, a blood cloud came flying from the bottom of the mountain, with countless bright red tentacles dancing continuously.

"Hahaha! A thousand-year-old piece of rubbish! Now you know how powerful our Ghost King Sect is!"

"Daoxuan! Get out here! Are you trying to pretend to save the people of the world?!"

"Yao'er? Yao'er? Where are you? Daddy is here to take you home!"

"Zhu Xian Sword Formation! Come and fight! Come and fight! I will let you see how powerful I am!"

"Hahaha……"

Murong Ji stood on Ling Zun's back, quietly looking at the tens of thousands of people who were neither human nor ghost, and was also thinking about the bloody Shura.

He could feel the desire coming from the Zhuxian Sword, as if the Shura was a tonic. Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and had a guess in his mind.

Shura may not have a physical body, but rather a mass of consciousness, an entity formed by blood. No wonder he is so difficult to kill.

Many things are not so difficult to understand once you know their essence.

Before Murong Ji could take action, suddenly, a white light and a black light flashed above the endless blood-colored tentacles that were surrounded by thousands of people.

In an instant, the sky above changed completely. Endless darkness appeared above the sky, and the starry sky obscured the brilliance of the sun and the moon.

Countless streams of water flowed towards the tens of thousands of people.

The wild laughter of the crowd stopped abruptly. After a moment of stunned silence, they exclaimed, "Qian Kun Lock!" The next moment, countless blood-colored tentacles rushed towards Lu Xueqi.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he slashed with his sword. As soon as the Zhuxian Sword came into contact with the bloody tentacle, the surging bloody energy was absorbed into the Zhuxian Sword.

Murong Ji was a little dazed. The abnormal blood essence coming from his body made him tremble with fear.

[The Immortal-Slaying Sword! It was forged using the blood refining method!]

No wonder! Daoxuan was possessed by a demon! No wonder, even a powerful person like Qingye Patriarch was possessed by a demon! If he fails to deal with it in time, and these things infect his origin, not only will he suffer, but Lu Xueqi will also suffer!

With a thought, he used three golden elixirs to ignite the true fire. The Samadhi True Fire burned fiercely, constantly burning and refining the bloody evil power.

If there is really no rush to refine it, just use Dou Zhuan Xing Yi to transfer it out of the body and put it into a jade bottle.

Murong Ji cut off countless bloody tentacles and protected Lu Xueqi. Turning around, he saw that Lu Xueqi had already fallen to the ground holding Shuiyue.

There is no time to think too much. If you want to save those people, you must keep your essence and blood in their bodies and not let Wanrenwang or Shura suck them into mummies!

Murong Ji activated his sword energy and was carried by the water qilin, gradually approaching the crowd of people.

After the main sword fell and cut off its main tentacles, Murong Ji used sword energy to cut through the blood mist gathered around Wanrenwang.

Gradually, the true appearance of all people was revealed.

"Murong Ji! You deserve to die! Give me Yao'er back!"

"Look at my Shura power!"

Murong Ji's eyes turned cold, and the colorful main sword fell down suddenly.

"bump!"

The fierce collision instantly turned the crowd below into a bloody mist. The spirit master who was carrying him below let out a cry of pain and fell down tremblingly.

The tremendous force directly paralyzed Murong Ji's half body. The blade of the Zhu Xian Sword collapsed instantly and the Zhu Xian Sword flew out.

Murong Ji suddenly stretched out his left hand and grasped the Zhuxian Sword again. Without time to think, he looked at Wanrenwang again. Just as he was about to control the Fulong Ding to escape, Murong Ji went up and struck him with another sword.

He took a step forward in the air and pressed down the Fulong Ding with his still trembling right hand.

As soon as he got it, Murong Ji discovered that the quality of the Fulong Ding was much higher than that of the Xuanhuojian as the Qiankun Lock was unlocked.

He cast three Qiankun Locks again, put away the Fulong Ding, picked up the sword, went down the mountain, and chased after the ten thousand people.

He chased all the way to the foot of Qingyun Mountain, and saw countless people who were forced by the power of Shura to attack the mountain, killing each other in a daze and frantically. Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat.

If I wait until I come back to solve the problem, they might all be dead!

Looking at the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, he murmured, "This Zhuxian Sword can actually restrain Shura to this extent!"

He couldn't believe it. He didn't even use much strength and many of his backup plans were useless, but Shura was defeated just like that.

He looked up, his brows knitted instantly, "Tianhua, do you have a way to remove the evil spirits in their bodies?"

Behind Murong Ji, a gentle and dignified figure slowly emerged.

"Master, it's okay, but I can't remove the essence and blood."

"Nothing, just let them wake up."

"Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge illusory god suddenly appeared behind Murong Ji, made a strange gesture, and looked dignified and solemn.

"Xihua is the most wonderful~"

The ancient voice spread in all directions, but it was an unknown language, but Murong Ji understood it.

In an instant, countless evil spirits gathered from all directions of heaven and earth. Strands of evil spirits were pulled out of the human body and gathered in the white jade beads between Tianhua's palms.

Murong Ji stared in amazement at Tianhua performing magic. Oh no, people like them should be called gifted with supernatural powers.

According to ancient books, the ancients used bones and blood for sacrifices, and the offerings became the medium between the gods and the heaven and earth, and would produce a special power.

This ability has uncertain characteristics and is extremely powerful, and those who gain it are considered messengers of the gods.

Murong Ji looked at the crowd; they had gradually calmed down.

It's too late to chase after Wanrenwang now.

"Master, it's ready."

Murong Ji came back to his senses and looked at the blood-red bead that Tianhua handed to him. The consciousness gathered on it was much more ferocious than the bloodthirsty bead.

“Is this the power of Shura?”

"Master, from what I have seen, this Shura is the consciousness of a dead god combined with the blood and resentment of the human race."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows in surprise. This was indeed possible. He thought, if the Immortal Execution Sword could restrain Shura, then could it also destroy those so-called gods? !
"Thank you very much. Go and have a good rest."

After Tianhua disappeared, Murong Ji jumped up and headed towards Qingyun Mountain, landing on the square. Many people were looking at each other blankly, some of them still unable to recover from their shock.

Murong Ji took a quick glance and walked towards the edge of the clear water pond. Ling Zun was lying weakly on the shore, roaring softly. He was seriously injured and in pain.

(End of this chapter)