Chapter 372 How Can I Reach That Level
However, within a thousand miles of Huqi Mountain, there is no grass growing and it is extremely desolate.

"How did this place become like this?!!"

Lin Jingyu had a dazed look on his face. Huqi Mountain was a famous mountain like Qingyun Mountain, one of the few good places in the world. But now it had become a desolate desert.

"Ten thousand people went to refine the Four Spirits Blood Formation, which eroded the vitality of the surrounding area."

Looking around, the city at the foot of the mountain was also dead silent, probably having been destroyed by the Four Spirits Blood Formation.

"Senior Brother Murong! Look over there!"

Murong Ji turned his head and saw a few black dots in the sky. It was obvious that someone was following him. Moreover, there were more than that. A lot of people gathered on the surrounding hills and mountainsides. He didn't know when.

Did they come here to take advantage of the Ghost King Sect after they saw its defeat? Or were they afraid of the Shura's power bursting out, so they didn't dare to go in?

Murong Ji understood clearly that these people just wanted them to be pathfinders.

He glanced around and saw many people from aristocratic families. He couldn't help but sneer. The Ghost King Sect was a big sect, so naturally everyone wanted to obtain its skills.

"I just won't let you stay!" Murong Ji said softly, "Let's go."

Then he jumped up and headed towards the mountainside, and Lin Jingyu hurriedly followed.

After entering the Ghost King Sect, it was pitch black inside. Murong Ji took out a lantern to illuminate the place and walked towards the depths of the Ghost King Sect.

Lin Jingyu followed behind with the Dragon Slaying Sword in hand, trembling with fear. This was the headquarters of the Demon Cult! Who knew what was going on here?
Murong Ji had some understanding of the internal layout of the Ghost King Sect. He went straight to the warehouse, pushed open the door, and found that there were indeed quite a few resources.

After clearing everything out, he headed towards the Ghost King Sect’s study.

Lin Jingyu followed behind silently, feeling an indescribable excitement, just like the games he played in his childhood, treasure hunting, exciting! !
After looting the place where the Dharma was taught, he destroyed everything there, leaving nothing even the things that belonged to the group. Then Murong Ji walked towards the sea of ​​blood.

The deeper you go into the Ghost King Sect, the more damaged the corridors become.

Murong Ji sniffed lightly and found a bloody smell in the air.

The further you go in, the stronger the smell of blood becomes. When you reach a door, the stone door is wide open, and this is where the sea of ​​blood is.

Murong Ji walked in, and the first thing he saw was a person lying half-dead on the stone platform.

"Zheng!"

"Demon cult monster! Take my sword!"

Lin Jingyu immediately took a step forward, sword in hand, and was about to step forward, but Murong Ji grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.

"No hurry. I still have something to ask him."

Lin Jingyu rubbed his shoulder, grimacing in pain. Murong Ji's grip was so strong.

Murong Ji walked forward, sat next to Wanren Wang, and felt Wanren Wang's pulse, but found that his body had been drained by the power of Shura and was undoubtedly dead.

"I warned you long ago to be careful, be careful, why did you just..."

Wanrenwang said weakly: "Remember, help me find Yaoer back..." Suddenly, a burst of venting sound came from the door.

Murong Ji said calmly: "Junior Brother Lin, I'm counting on you."

"okay!"

Lin Jingyu drew his sword and rushed out, and then the sounds of fighting, roaring and screaming were heard.

Murong Ji looked at the thousands of people going by, and then glanced at the sea of ​​blood below where there was not much left.

"Did Shura run away?" As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji realized that he had made a stupid mistake. Considering how strange that thing was, it must have run away long ago.

Wanrenwang didn't say much, but opened his mouth and said directly: "After I die, the Ghost King Sect will be completely disbanded, and the remaining tribesmen will go to the wilderness to find Brother Qinglong. There may be few people who are worthy of Brother Qinglong's attention."

"Within a hundred years, the Holy Church will have a hard time recovering, so you don't have to worry. If my guess is correct, among the three sons of the Holy Church, Gui Li, Qin Wuyan, and Jin Ping'er, the one most likely to organize the power of the Holy Church is Qin Wuyan..."

Murong Ji sneered, "Master Wan, are you trying to dig up the roots of the Demon Cult?"

He was a little confused about what Wanrenwang was thinking. Was he telling him all this in order for him to destroy the Demon Cult or to pave the way for his daughter?

"You have seen Xuanwu. He is the most powerful among the four great saint envoys. His cultivation level is at the ninth level of Shangqing. He has been guarding the Savage Holy Temple for four hundred years and has never left the temple."

"Ahem, now that he's out, it means something's wrong with the Savage Temple..."

Murong Ji suddenly remembered something, frowned slightly, and asked, "Is the Dark Abyss really suppressed under the Manghuang Holy Temple?"

Wanren was silent for a moment. After thinking for a while, he said, "Master Qiu's growth path makes me feel that the Underworld is real."

Murong Ji nodded, and said no more, just quietly watching tens of thousands of people die. After the catastrophe, the ground was in ruins. To the human race, he was a sinner, and if he didn't die, they would feel unfair.

"Murong Ji, you have to help me find Yao'er... You must..." As he said this, he took out the seal of the Ghost King Sect and a letter from his arms.

"You have become an indispensable existence for Qingyun Sect, enough to protect Yao'er... Please, don't let her go back to the Demon Sect... She will die... Murong Ji... you promise me..." Murong Ji watched Wanren trying to use up his last bit of strength to lift the seal and the letter and stuff them into his hands. In his dying state, his hands were shaking and he looked at himself with hope in his eyes.

I can't describe the feeling in my heart. Fourteen years ago, the graceful demeanor of the crowd was really unforgettable. Now...

He took the Ghost King Sect seal and the letter, put them into the dragon ring, and said in a deep voice: "I promise you."

Wanrenwang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved, but he was breathing out more than breathing in, "Thank you...thank you...thank you..."

"Ten thousand people! If there is reincarnation in this world! In the next life, you must be a great man who carries the banner of the human race!"

"Okay...Mr. Murong...Mr. Wan..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was already dead. Murong Ji stared at the corpse of Wanren Wang quietly, without saying a word.

"bump!"

The sound of energy bursting and popping woke Murong Ji up. Turning around, he saw Lin Jingyu being knocked into a cave.

Watching him retreating to release the force, and slowly landing not far in front of Murong Ji, he didn't look too embarrassed, but his aura was a little unstable, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

Murong Ji was a little surprised. Just as he was about to ask, he saw a person appear at the entrance of the cave. It was a woman with a black gauze dress covering her face, the Holy Envoy of Suzaku, You Ji.

The flesh on the left shoulder and chest was torn apart by the sword.

Kill the ghosts and gods!
Lin Jingyu was halfway through performing his God-Slaying Technique when he was abruptly interrupted.

You Ji stared at Lin Jingyu for a few times, somewhat obsessed, and her blurry eyes seemed like she was looking at someone else.

"who are you!"

Lin Jingyu shouted, this move to slay ghosts and gods is extremely domineering and fierce. Even with a high level of cultivation, it cannot be easily broken, unless the opponent is very familiar with this move!

You Ji came back to her senses, and before she could speak, she heard Murong Ji say, "One of the four holy envoys of the Demon Cult, the Holy Envoy of Suzaku. She is the one that Uncle Wan is at the foot of the mountain... So, it's not an exaggeration for you to call her Master's Wife."

Suddenly, Murong Ji thought of something. Lin Jingyu and Wan Jianyi were so similar, could it be that...

"Senior Youji, could it be that my Junior Brother Lin is the illegitimate child of you and Uncle Wan?!"

Lin Jingyu's mouth twitched, and he said angrily: "Brother Murong! Don't talk nonsense! I... I'm angry!"

You Ji looked at them speechlessly, her figure floating in front of Wan Ren Wang. After making sure that he was dead, her eyes turned slightly red, and she couldn't help sobbing softly.

Murong Ji's eyes darkened. "Let's bury him together with Bi Yao's mother. When Bi Yao comes back, we can pay tribute to her."

After he finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to You Ji, took out a bead, and floated it in the sea of ​​blood below. In an instant, endless bloody and murderous aura surged and was absorbed into the jade bead.

Lin Jingyu stood behind, watching You Ji walking outside with tens of thousands of corpses in her arms. He didn't know whether to stop her or not, and he felt extremely conflicted.

Finally, watching Murong Ji let her leave, he simply pretended not to see it.

Murong Ji watched the blood sea below being completely absorbed and asked directly, "Help me check if there is anything missing, so as not to leave any trouble behind."

Lin Jingyu finally had something to do. "Don't worry, I will definitely check it carefully." As he said that, he flew down to the bottom of the sea of ​​blood in the cave on his sword.

Murong Ji: "..."

Suddenly, a soft laugh came from behind, "Tianhua, obey your command."

The next moment, the evil spirit of Fox Mountain suddenly rioted, and the evil spirit within a thousand miles radius that was infected by the Four Spirits Blood Formation instantly gathered together.

This kind of means is really beyond human power.

Murong Ji took out the alchemy furnace, ignited the Samadhi True Fire, passed the evil spirit through it, and then filled it into the white jade beads.

Watching Tianhua gathering the evil spirit, Murong Ji felt a little emotional, "When will I be able to gather and control the energy of thousands of miles for my own use like you?"

"Master, don't be anxious. According to the realm classification, the fifth level of Taiqing will definitely surpass my previous realm. The sixth level of Taiqing will be able to fight against many gods in this world."

Murong Ji nodded and looked down. The original sea of ​​blood turned into an abyss. Lin Jingyu was like a hardworking little bee, constantly checking the surroundings to see if there was anything missed.

For a moment, Murong Ji couldn't bear to disturb him, as he was only about 26 or 27 years old.

In my previous life, when I was twenty-six or twenty-seven, what were I doing?

"Master, what...are you going to do about the Nine-tailed Fox's request?" Tianhua asked cautiously and tentatively.

Murong Ji glanced at her and said nothing. After a long silence, he said, "Re-arrange the direction of the mountains, set up a formation to gather the spiritual energy and evil spirits, and restore vitality to this place. Otherwise, what else can we do?"

Hearing Murong Ji's answer, Tianhua's smile on his gentle and solemn face deepened. He stood behind Murong Ji and said no more.

In the following days, Murong Ji combed the terrain of Fox Mountain.

(End of this chapter)