Chapter 395: The Power of the Emperor
Murong Ji glanced up at the sky, raised his head slightly, and saw the iron pestle held in the statue's hand. It was very rough, but it had an inexplicable power that made people's scalp tingle.

Murong Ji temporarily suppressed his emotions and asked softly, "Were you hurt by him?"

Tianhua nodded, but did not speak, and bowed his head respectfully. Murong Ji nodded, "Do you remember how I engraved the tattoo on your body?"

Tianhua was stunned, and then his face turned even paler.

Murong Ji glanced at Bi Yao and saw that she had no reaction. He then looked at Zhang Xiaofan and suddenly, Murong Ji jumped up from the ground.

When Murong Ji moved, Bi Yao also moved. Zhang Xiaofan was quick-witted and quick-handed. He hugged Bi Yao and held her down. Bi Yao struggled for a while, but then stopped moving.

In a hurry, Murong Ji took a quick look and thought, "He is really pretending! He deliberately left the flaw to them!"

At this time, Murong Ji had already arrived in front of the iron pestle. Looking at the golden light that suddenly burst out from it, he didn't think twice and slashed it with his sword, from left to right, with murderous intent.

But it is the method of beheading ghosts and gods!

The golden light split into two, and a big hand stretched out from the sword mark. It grabbed the iron pestle, and in an instant, an invisible force burst out from the iron pestle.

Murong Ji was hit so hard that he flew backwards. He turned suddenly in the air, used the power of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi to absorb the attack, and hit back with his backhand.

The speed was so fast that it almost happened in an instant. The strength of the ninth level of Shangqing was fully blossomed, overwhelming the hall, as if it was the pressure from heaven.

Murong Ji grabbed the iron pestle again, and the Samadhi Fire in his hand burned instantly.

A shrill sound echoed throughout the hall, but Murong Ji didn't care and simply cut off the arm of the statue with a sword.

His figure floated down, and as he landed, the pattern on the iron pestle in his hand had been damaged by Murong Ji. A kind of power emerged from the pestle, which seemed to be there and not there, and was very mysterious.

This thing seems to be a soul, and also somewhat like will. It’s hard to say what it is, but I have seen similar things before.

He quickly took out the Gathering Immortals Banner and madly absorbed and transformed that energy.

"Great Immortal, have mercy on me!"

Murong Ji didn't care. His energy was superior to others. Just based on this, Murong Ji couldn't keep him. Besides, this kind of energy could replenish the soul, which was very precious. How could he let it go?

Bi Yao snorted coldly, "Zhang Xiaofan, let me go!"

Breaking free from Zhang Xiaofan's restraints, Bi Yao rushed directly towards the Gathering Immortal Banner and snatched away a small half of the energy it had just collected.

Fortunately, Murong Ji was quick-witted and quick-handed, otherwise Bi Yao would have really gotten the upper hand.

"Stingy! Murong Ji! Let's split it in half when we meet, and my soul has been seriously damaged..."

"Go aside!"

Tianhua stood behind Murong Ji, trembling, not daring to make a sound. When Murong Ji noticed her, she looked like a quail.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, picked up two jade bottles, and threw them over. "It should be useful to you too. Don't be afraid, I won't kill you."

Bi Yao glanced at Tian Hua, her eyes shining. She drank the contents of the jade bottle in one breath, smacked her lips, and while Murong Ji was not paying attention, she directly replaced the jade bottle.

"This damn thing! It relies on the fact that no one can actually touch it, and it acts arrogantly and calls itself a god." Bi Yao had just finished speaking when she suddenly thought of something, "Well, a treasure like the Soul Devourer can hurt it."

"Also, you have made a profit. His greatest power is to mobilize the power of heaven and earth for his use. Once he uses his magic, the three of us will not be enough to fill his teeth."

"Now we have caught him off guard."

Murong Ji was startled, his brows sank, and after thinking for a while he asked, "How does it compare to the Zhu Xian Sword Formation?"

Bi Yao's expression instantly became solemn, and she recalled that when she was first captured, she used the Hehuan Bell to fight against that kind of power. It was really... She said in a deep voice: "It is a hundred times stronger."

Murong Ji still had no idea in his mind, as Bi Yao had never seen the Zhu Xian Sword Formation in full swing.

"Let's go quickly."

"Wait! I want to kill someone!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Bi Yao rushed out of the hall, and Zhang Xiaofan followed closely behind her. By the time Murong Ji packed up his things and walked out of the hall, the two of them were no longer visible.

Murong Ji stood in front of the hall, stretched lazily, and looked around. There was no cloud in the sky. From this point of view, the many mountaintops looked like dragons bowing their heads.

“What a great place.”

He was thinking that if he established a sect in southern Xinjiang, he would use this place as his foundation. The resources of the Ten Thousand Mountains would be enough to build another Qingyun Mountain.

The smell of blood gradually came, and Murong Ji frowned, feeling unhappy. But when he thought about the personalities of Bi Yao and Zhang Xiaofan, he was not worried that they would kill innocent people.

"Master, let's leave quickly."

Murong Ji frowned slightly, looking at Tianhua's frightened expression, a little confused, "Do I scare you so much?"

Tianhua was startled, his face looked unhappy, and after a moment of hesitation he said, "Master, the one who was just killed was not the real owner, and the throne of Emperor Lieshan has not yet taken action."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank and he was a little surprised. He turned his head to look at the statue in the hall behind him, and without saying a word, he walked towards the statue.

"Master! Don't be impulsive!"

Murong Ji no longer paid any attention to it. He raised his head and stared at the figure, frowning slightly. The next moment, he struck out with his palm, and the Palm of Great Compassion and Great Mercy imprinted the chest of the statue, directly making it full of cracks.

"Bang bang" two more palms smashed the statue completely, leaving only the lower half standing above.

In that half of the body, a black iron plate more than two meters wide was exposed.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. This thing looked like the plaque he had found in Cao Miao Village, but it was much smaller. In an instant, he came to his senses, took a step forward, and with two "bangs", he smashed the remaining half of the statue into pieces, and suddenly pulled out the huge iron plate.

Just as he was about to melt and destroy it, the next moment, a feeling of death came to his heart. Without time to say anything, Murong Ji jumped up and dodged to the side.

"Boom"

The enormous pressure, like an air wall, directly collapsed the area within a radius of several hundred meters and turned it into powder.

"Owner!!"

Everything happened so fast that people couldn't react in time.

Hearing the sound, Bi Yao and Zhang Xiaofan rushed over, and all they saw was ruins and a palm print that was hundreds of meters wide.

In an instant, Bi Yao turned pale with fright. She looked up and saw a golden figure appearing in the sky out of nowhere.

It seemed as if streams of light were converging between heaven and earth, gathering into a human shape.

Zhang Xiaofan looked up and felt the overwhelming pressure. At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world was pressing down on him.

His heart sank to the bottom. He blocked Bi Yao behind him and looked for Murong Ji, but there was no one.

The original hall had disappeared, leaving only the huge palm print.

"bump"

Suddenly, a dark door panel appeared in the palm print, and under the door panel, a figure appeared, Murong Ji!
Murong Ji was fine, and Zhang Xiaofan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come on!"

As soon as the voice came down, Zhang Xiaofan no longer hesitated, picked up Bi Yao and flew down the mountain quickly.

Murong Ji looked up at the gradually solidifying human figure in the sky, flipped over the huge throne, grabbed it, and flew rapidly down the mountain with it.

“Avoid the crowds!”

At Murong Ji's reminder, Zhang Xiaofan instantly changed direction and flew towards the sky above the wilderness jungle.

Murong Ji followed behind, several hundred meters away from Zhang Xiaofan. When he fled, he looked back and saw that the golden figure had already taken shape. Judging from his face, this was the Lieshan Emperor!

The method of gathering the power of heaven and earth is crude, but the power is considerable. The vast mountains seem like small mounds in front of him.

The golden iron pestle in his hand, although not a real object, looks so shocking at this moment.

"Faster!"

Murong Ji roared, and the giant had solidified at this time. He could clearly feel the mighty power of heaven and earth surging and gathering.

"call!"

The sound of wind was heard, but it was too late when Murong Ji heard it. Although the giant was huge and his movements seemed slow and sluggish, it was actually impossible for people to dodge.

This is the power of this world! Without the Immortal Execution Sword! Even the sword formation has not risen, how can he resist it!
But this giant was too huge. The mountain range under his feet was like a mound. At this moment, the three of them could not even fly out of this mountain range.

"Faster!"

Hearing the voice from behind, Zhang Xiaofan rushed out desperately, and a thin mist gathered around him and Bi Yao.

Not enough! Still not fast enough!

Murong Ji suddenly stopped. They couldn't even avoid the attack range of this blow!
At this moment, Murong Ji suddenly realized that the innate defects of human beings are not only in lifespan, but also in body.

When the physical sense reaches a certain level, it is almost an insurmountable obstacle.

"If I could have such magical power..."

Before he could finish his words, the opponent's attack arrived, and rhythms suddenly burst out from Murong Ji's hands.

"Yin and Yang go in reverse! Power controls the universe!"

In an instant, a Tai Chi diagram that covered the sky and the sun condensed to a position a hundred meters above the head, almost covering the surrounding mountains.

But compared with the huge golden pestle, it is still pitifully small.

Murong Ji flew into the air with his sword pointing towards the sky, his eyes full of fierceness.

"boom!"

The giant golden pestle hit the Tai Chi diagram, blocking it for three breaths of time before collapsing instantly.

These three breaths were enough, Zhang Xiaofan had escaped from the attack range.

Above Murong Ji's head, there was a square tripod floating, the Fulong Tripod! The Fulong Tripod that he had re-refined was much stronger than before.

This square tripod is extraordinary. Even with the full strength of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, it could only cut a hole in it.

The formation pattern spread, almost taking root in the veins of the mountain below. Murong Ji exhaled slowly and tried his best to stay away from the Fulong Ding.

"boom!"

The Fulong Ding vibrated, the Kunlongque was instantly shattered, and the mountain range that provided the power also collapsed instantly.

(End of this chapter)