Chapter 378 Condolences (Added)
Li Xun looked up at the endless darkness and took a deep breath. The smell of blood filled his nostrils, making him feel sick.

At this moment, he seemed to see Murong Ji's sarcastic look again.

A surge of anger rose in his heart, but he felt helpless. He looked down and saw that the disciples of Fenxiang Valley were no more merciful when dealing with their fellow disciples than they were when dealing with the ferocious beasts.

How ironic!

When did Fenxiang Valley become like this!
He thought that Fenxiang Valley was plotted by the fox demon, which led to the separation between the master and the apprentice, and the separation between the brothers. It was not until now that he realized that the problems in Fenxiang Valley had been accumulated for a long time, and now they just broke out in advance.

Thinking of this, Li Xun felt powerless. "Uncle Shangguan, is this what you want? Is this what you all want?!!"

Li Xun's voice suddenly rose in pitch and gradually became fierce. As soon as he finished speaking, he pounced forward and swung the Nine Yang Ruler down fiercely. The sudden attack caught Shangguan Ce off guard.

Shangguan Ce dodged hastily, his face livid, and he was clearly at a disadvantage. After so many moves, he was certain that he was no match for Li Xun.

"Uncle Shangguan, have you noticed that your strength has decreased a lot?"

"Li Xun! If I hadn't been severely injured by Lu Xueqi and still not recovered from my injuries, you wouldn't have had the chance to be so arrogant!"

Li Xun shook his head. "Uncle Shangguan, you are not seriously injured and have not recovered yet, but you are afraid of death. Do you still remember that sixty years ago, the barbarians moved and a man broke into the heart of the barbarians and killed sixteen barbarian masters?"

"Despite being seriously injured, he killed seven clan leaders from the thirteen major clans in Southern Xinjiang."

Shangguan Ce was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to that era. The tension and excitement, pain and blood at that time seemed to still be before his eyes.

Suddenly, he was awakened by a murderous intent. Relying on his years of combat instincts, he hastily dodged it, but unfortunately his reaction was a little slow after all.

Li Xun pierced through him with his sword, "Ah! Cough cough!" Shangguan Ce's face was horrified. The intense pain and the smell of blood seemed to have awakened his mind.

"Little brat!"

Grasping the Nine Yang Ruler, the Nine Cold Ice Spear was suddenly thrown out and stabbed towards Li Xun's heart.

Li Xun had been on guard against him for a long time. The Nine Yang Ruler was caught by him and he couldn't break free for a while. But he didn't know when a mirror appeared in his hand.

After blocking the attack, he violently shook the Nine Sun Ruler again. With a "bang", the blood mist dispersed and Shangguan Ce spat out a mouthful of blood. With the help of this mouthful of blood, Shangguan Ce continued to pinch and hold the seal.

Want to make one last attempt.

Li Xun was not willing to give him a chance. He quickly pulled out the Nine Yang Ruler, picked it up, and smashed it on his head.

"bump!"

The heavy hammer hit Shangguan Ce's head, but the magic in his hand still did not stop. In an instant, countless cold air and hot flames turned into streams of light and poured into Li Xun's body.

The sudden cold and heat made Li Xun's body almost explode. He felt better only after the black and purple flames burned him.

His throat felt sweet and he almost vomited blood, but he forced himself to swallow it.

"puff"

Shangguan Ce's body fell to the ground, shocking many people.

Li Xun's face was pale and his whole body was trembling. The cold and fire evil spirits from Shangguan Ce were constantly eroding his meridians.

He exhaled slowly, suppressing the discomfort, and shouted coldly, "Shangguan Ce has been executed! Stop it!"

The fighting below gradually subsided, and everyone was looking at Li Xun. Right now, Li Xun was probably the one with the highest level of cultivation in the entire sect.

Li Xun glanced around and saw several disciples trying to run away. With a flash of red light in his hand, the Nine Yang Ruler instantly turned them into a bloody mist.

The brutal means are even more shocking.

Li Xun glanced around and saw corpses everywhere. They were all disciples of Fenxiang Valley. A rough count showed that more than half of them were gone.

He suppressed his emotions and said coldly: "From now on, whoever attacks a fellow disciple will be killed immediately! I will not ask who is at fault now. Treat the wounded and clean up..."

Li Xun did not leave the battlefield the entire night. He followed Yan Yu but never allowed her to leave his sight.

"Where is my junior sister?" Li Xun's voice sounded faintly.

Yan Yu pursed her lips and said, "I want to see Murong Ji!" Li Xun was a little stunned, but he didn't care. He continued to inspect various places until it was bright, then he let out a long sigh.

Afterwards, many disciples of Fenxiang Valley gathered to worship their ancestors and open the altar.

The death of Yun Yilan and Shangguan Ce was announced, and they were sent to the ancestral temple. All matters in Fenxiang Valley were sorted out and the news was blocked.

After everything was done, Fenxiang Valley calmed down again under the pressure of Li Xun.

A few days later, Fenxiang Valley announced that the barbarians had rioted and attacked Fenxiang Valley at night. Yun Yilan and Shangguan Ce were killed in the battle.

When the news came out, the whole country was in an uproar, and the aristocratic families, sects and religions all sent people to southern Xinjiang to express condolences.

the other side.

Lu Xueqi waved her hand and burned the letter in her hand. She looked at the endless barren mountains in front of her and said slowly, "Senior Brother Xiao asked us to go and pay our respects to Yun Yilan on behalf of Qingyun Sect."

"Ah."

Murong Ji squatted beside the fire, and finally managed to light the firewood that was wet by the rain, and then roasted the dry food.

Then he squatted beside the fire and let out a long breath.

Lu Xueqi looked at Murong Ji's dirty face and hands, and said with disgust, "The firewood is wet, can't you just use magic to light it? Why make it so complicated!" Murong Ji was a little helpless, "I'm just demonstrating to you how to generate heat through friction! To prove the possibility of making fire by drilling wood, and to explore the ignition point of each material."

Lu Xueqi was speechless for a while, and held her forehead with her hand, feeling a little headache. "Why don't you just tell me the result directly? Why do you have to go through so much trouble?"

"That's different. Without doing an experiment, the dissemination of knowledge will be incomplete."

Lu Xueqi felt helpless, "It's up to you."

Murong Ji handed over the heated dry food and pickled meat, watched Lu Xueqi eat in small bites, and smiled foolishly.

Afterwards, Murong Ji stretched lazily and was about to eat his portion when he heard Lu Xueqi say, "Are Yun Yilan and Shangguan Ce really dead?"

Murong Ji was startled and stopped smiling, "I don't know, that's why I came to see."

After the words fell, there was a moment of silence between the two. They were both quiet people, and if they had something to do, they could go several days without saying a word.

"I guess that soon, the holy monk Pu Hong from Tianyin Temple will also announce his death to the public."

Murong Ji's voice sounded faintly, but it made Lu Xueqi stunned, and then she nodded silently.

Faking death is an effective means for a sect to inherit power and confuse the outside world.

It becomes the foundation of a sect, making it hard for people to figure out its origins. It is very important for any force.

"What if Yun Yilan is not dead?"

Lu Xueqi's voice was very calm, as if she asked casually, her attention was all on the marinated meat.

"I brought the Zhu Xian Sword, so I'll give him a ride."

Lu Xueqi frowned slightly. Murong Ji's murderous nature was a bit strong. It was influenced by the Zhuxian Sword. She gently sensed the piece of Xuanhuo Jade on her lower abdomen.

This thing has been warming my body.

Perhaps it is due to the geographical location of Xiaozhu Peak, which is relatively cold and gloomy, and the Tai Chi Xuanqing Taoism practiced there is also relatively cold and gloomy. If one is not careful when practicing Taoism to a high level, one will hurt his body and lose the qualifications to be a mother.

Later, when the founder had made some progress in practicing the Divine Sword and Thunder God Technique, he used the Thunder Technique to neutralize the cold, with extraordinary effects, but the cost was not small.

If you want to have a child, you can only ruin your future. For example, Su Ru was originally a top young talent in the sect, and her achievements should have been high.

In order to get pregnant with Tian Ling'er, she stopped at the fifth level of Shangqing for the rest of her life and made no further progress.

Lu Xueqi came back to her senses and looked at Murong Ji. She had known him for quite some time, but no problems had occurred since she started using the Zhu Xian Sword.

It is true that the murderous intent is gradually increasing.

[There is a child restraining him, perhaps...]

Lu Xueqi gently stroked her belly and suddenly asked, "Murong Ji, do you want a child?"

Murong Ji was startled, then he understood Lu Xueqi's concerns, "I won't force you. What about you? If you don't want it, it's okay."

He understood that Lu Xueqi was a strong-willed person and would never allow herself to stand still.

Lu Xueqi didn't say anything else. It was getting late, so the two of them snuggled up to each other and fell asleep.

A few days later, Murong Ji and the other person arrived at the Fensheng Pass in Fenxiang Valley.

Looking up, Murong Ji was a little emotional. Just as he was about to say something, Lu Xueqi pushed him gently from behind, "The people from Tianyin Temple are here too."

Murong Ji turned around and saw that the person who came to worship was Fashan.

Lu Xueqi didn't like small talk, and Murong Ji didn't like it either, but there was nothing he could do, so he had to go up and communicate with Fashan.

"Brother Fashan, long time no see."

Fashan had always had a good impression and feeling of Murong Ji. A smile appeared on his naturally ferocious face, making it even uglier.

"Junior Brother Murong, it's been a long time since we last met."

The two chatted for a while and watched Yan Hong bring people out to greet them. Murong Ji and Fashan walked forward and greeted each other.

None of them were good at dealing with people, and Yan Hong was even more straightforward. After saying a few words, he led them directly to their residence.

Murong Ji glanced inadvertently and saw Yan Hong staring at him. He frowned slightly and ignored her. Suddenly, he had a strange feeling.

[Could it be that she was the one who presided over the Mountain and River Palace for him? ]

"Senior Sister Yan Hong?"

Yan Hong turned around and looked over, with a look of joy and cunning between her brows.

Murong Ji suddenly understood that this person was indeed the one who presided over the formation of the Mountain and River Palace.

Why, the two Yan Hongs I saw before and after were two different people?!

When he turned around again, he saw Lu Xueqi's profile. He couldn't help feeling embarrassed and didn't say anything.

After moving into the house, Lu Xueqi put the white bamboo hat on the table as soon as she entered the room.

(End of this chapter)