Chapter 394 Lieshan Emperor
Murong Ji came out of the house wearing a shirt, rubbed the waist of the old man, sighed lightly, walked to the table and glanced at the contents on it.

He suddenly became serious, picked it up and looked at it carefully, and saw the words and tone of the tea in the Fox Demon Little White Tea.

Murong Ji flipped back two pages, and the corners of his mouth twitched. It was a letter expressing longing, written with deep affection. He glanced at the name, wow, Jin Ping'er? ! !
[Damn it! Shouldn't the letter you wrote to me be sent to Dazhu Peak? Why was it sent to Xiaozhu Peak? ]

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead, which was aching and swollen. They thought that he was living too well and wanted to give him something better.

Flames appeared in his hand and burned the letter to ashes.

He turned around, went into the house, closed the door, and shouted, "Death, witch!"

A loud shout woke Lu Xueqi up. She rolled her eyes at Murong Ji, turned over and continued to sleep.

Murong Ji simply lifted the quilt and crawled in.

"Hey~"

The next morning, Murong Ji sat in the carriage, drowsily following Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan south.

A gust of wind blew by, and Murong Ji was startled and became much more sober.

With a glance around, he saw a caravan stretching for hundreds of miles. Murong Ji saw six flags with the clan emblem alone, and there were probably more behind. Such a large caravan was extremely rare.

On the shaft of the carriage in front of Murong Ji, there were two people sitting on the left and right, Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan.

The two of them looked in different directions without any communication. They were even more unfamiliar than strangers. Murong Ji yawned. He remembered that they broke up because of Wan Jianyi's death.

Without further ado, he found a comfortable spot among the cargo and continued to sleep.

Following the caravan southward, the speed slowed down a lot. It took three months before the shadow of Canglian Mountain could be seen.

When they arrived here, the three of them stopped escorting the caravan and flew directly to Long Lake on their swords.

The three of them each had their own missions to accomplish, and without further ado, Lin Jingyu headed straight into the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Murong Ji stayed at Wang's house for one night before taking Zhang Xiaofan to the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The southwest direction of the Shiwandashan Mountains is the deepest part. The dense forest here has gaps between trees just wide enough for a person to pass through. It is truly a deep mountain forest.

Murong Ji took a quick glance and found that there was no human habitation or even an animal. There was an inexplicable feeling of dead silence.

"Where did you find the little tripod?"

Zhang Xiaofan frowned, a little unsure of the location, "I'm not sure, it was like a dream at that time, I'm not even sure if I'm in this world."

Murong Ji's face was a little solemn, and his subconscious reaction was, secret realm. If there really is a secret realm of cave heaven, then their cultivation level is probably not enough.

Murong Ji did not ask any more questions. He looked around and saw the endless blue sea and dense forests. The green color undulated with the mountains. Anyone who came here would get lost.

As it happened, they were actually lost.

One was at the ninth level of Shangqing, the other was at the eighth level of Shangqing, these two masters actually got lost.

Murong Ji sucked his teeth in sorrow, took out a jade bead from the dragon ring and hit it into a tree. Then the two walked around again and returned to the original place.

Murong Ji also had a way to deal with it in his mind. He was an expert in formation, so it was no problem for him to crack this method.

After the two men walked out of the mountains, they looked up and for some reason they felt as if the sky was clear and the earth was bright. They identified the direction and walked to the southwest, and then they saw a majestic river.

A long rainbow spans across the sky and the raft floats on the water, while Bowang truly boasts of a journey of thousands of miles.

The majestic mountains naturally lead to the vastness of the water. This kind of beautiful scenery is different from the beauty of Hongchuan under Qingyun Mountain.

Going down the river, or going up the river, the river seems to have no bottom from top to bottom, and the sky seems to end in the southwest.

"Seventh Brother! Look here!"

Murong Ji turned his head and saw a river embankment, a man-made embankment.

The two walked along the river bank and saw a city from a distance. It shouldn't be called a city, it was a tribe.

What’s strange is that there are cities with foreign styles among them.

Zhang Xiaofan and Murong Ji were walking in it, and they noticed the wary looks of the people on both sides. There was something strange here.

After walking for an hour, the two finally saw a huge building.

It is reasonable to say that this is a city wall. It is a thousand feet high. The wall is gray all over and has a faint smell of blood. No one knows what material it is made of.

Murong Ji reached out and touched it, feeling very strange. He could not find any cracks in the wall, as if it was a whole piece.

Murong Ji frowned slightly and looked up at the top of the wall. The top was still flat. Where were the strong battlements and towers?
"The evil spirit here is quite strong."

Listening to Zhang Xiaofan's words, Murong Ji glanced at him. The bloodthirsty bead was flashing slowly, but Murong Ji couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't feel anything?
"Tianhua!"

A figure slowly emerged beside Zhang Xiaofan, gentle and dignified.

"Owner."

Zhang Xiaofan was shocked by this shout, "Brother, this... Senior Sister Lu knows?"

Murong Ji rolled his eyes at him, and instantly rose from the ground and flew upwards. When Murong Ji reached the top of the thousand-foot-high "wall", he realized that it was not a wall at all, but just a platform.

There are prosperous pavilions and towers on it, rich in fairy spirits, but quite charming, with cranes flying and overflowing with spiritual charm.

On and off the stage, it's like two different worlds, the immortal and the mortal.

Looking around, I found that this was a building built against the mountain. The surrounding mountains were undulating, as if surrounded by a group of dragons, and this was the position of the dragon's head.

"Good place!"

He had to sigh that although he had never learned the art of mountain physiognomy and did not have Zhou Yixian's knowledge, he could conclude that the mountain terrain here was no worse than that of Qingyun Mountain.

It is even stronger than Qingyun Mountain.

Murong Ji glanced around and saw a huge square in front of him, but it was empty. He looked up at the sky again, but he felt as if someone was staring at him.

Tianhua bowed and paid homage to all directions meticulously.

Murong Ji and Zhang Xiaofan just watched quietly, and glanced at the sky above. There was a faint golden glow, reflecting the sunlight, but it was a little unclear.

The three of them walked to the pavilion in front. Murong Ji took the lead and stepped forward, following the climbing mountain path to the top of the mountain.

"Who are you! How dare you break into the mountain gate!" A clear shout was heard, filled with anger.

Murong Ji took a look but didn't see anyone, so he said, "Please inform Daoist friend that Murong Ji from Qingyun Mountain has come to pay his respects to the mountain."

As soon as he finished speaking, two boys walked out from the mountain stream. One of them ran quickly up the mountain, while the other still stood in front of Murong Ji.

"Qingyun Mountain? Never heard of it! You don't have the seal of the gods! You are all lowly slaves! You are infringing on the sacredness! You deserve to die!" The boy waved his hand violently, and golden light exploded in the air, attacking Murong Ji and Zhang Xiaofan directly.

The two men didn't care at all and let the sword light hit them and then dissipate into nothingness.

Murong Ji straightened the lotus crown on his head, turned to look at Tianhua, and asked: "Don't tell me, this is what... a sacred god, right?"

If a mortal had been hit by that attack just now, he would have been dead.

Tianhua bowed to Murong Ji and said, "Tianhua did sense the aura of an old friend, but... it's been a long time, so I'm not sure..."

Murong Ji didn't ask any more questions and continued to walk upwards. Ignoring the boy's shouting, he and Zhang Xiaofan quickly went up to the mountain gate.

As soon as they landed, they were stunned. The person standing in front of them was actually Bi Yao!

At this moment, Biyao looked dignified and elegant, somewhat like a high-ranking statue of a deity. At first glance, her wooden expression was extremely obvious.

In a moment, everything became natural, as if everything just now was an illusion.

"Yao'er!"

Zhang Xiaofan couldn't control himself anymore and rushed over to hold Bi Yao in his arms, rubbing her cheek affectionately.

However, he didn't get a response from Bi Yao. His heart skipped a beat. When he met Bi Yao's cold eyes, Zhang Xiaofan trembled all over.

"You three have come from afar, and the Lieshan tribe welcomes you very much. Please come in and rest."

The voice was cold and emotionless, and Zhang Xiaofan froze in place.

It was only then that Murong Ji noticed that Bi Yao had a dignified and elegant look, and her manners and movements were similar to those of Tianhua and the others.

She was wearing a long robe with alternating colors of silver and black. It did not look like everyday wear but more like a sacrificial robe.

A jade-like ornament hung on Bi Yao's fair neck and rested in front of her bulging chest, which made her look more majestic. Apart from other things, the most eye-catching thing was the hair crown on her head.

It seems to be a crown that symbolizes power.

The corners of his eyes are raised high, as if he is wearing makeup, which makes him look more majestic and cold.

Murong Ji glanced at Tianhua's outfit, which was similar to Biyao's, but in different clothes.

Perhaps guessing what Murong Ji was thinking, Tianhua bowed and said, "Master, she should have become a divine messenger, a person who is entrusted by the gods to the world and allowed to use the power of gods."

Murong Ji's mouth twitched. It was Tian Gang, a magic weapon to control people?
Just a quick glance at the styles of the buildings on both sides reveals that they are from two different eras, with a long time between them.

The charm of history is overwhelming.

Murong Ji and the other person followed Bi Yao into the main hall. When they looked up, they saw a statue that was dozens of feet tall and looked lifelike.

Murong Ji looked around, the place was empty, so he came in smoothly. He was a little puzzled, so he turned to look at Bi Yao, only to see her blinking at him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and turned to look at the statue above him.

The statue was of a burly man, and his facial features gave people a feeling of being upright and incorruptible. Murong Ji took a quick glance and found that Tianhua had already finished his worship.

Then he introduced to Murong Ji, "The Emperor of Lieshan was once a great man who protected the human race. He died at the hands of foreigners. The villagers found his magic weapon and worshipped him day and night, and then they achieved..."

Tianhua's tone suddenly paused, his face turned pale, he closed his mouth tightly and said no more.

(End of this chapter)