Chapter 396: Didn’t you peek at someone taking a bath?
Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

After being blocked for the second time, the force of the attack was greatly reduced.

Time was running out and he had no time to set up a third line of defense. Murong Ji's pupils shrank sharply and he mobilized all the true energy in his body, watching the giant pestle falling from the sky.

His hands swung as if tearing a piece from the sky.

The moment the giant pestle fell, Murong Ji immediately returned it, using his body to bear such tremendous force. The moment he returned the power of heaven and earth, his whole body seemed to be crushed into meat paste.

Thanks to his strong body, he has never given up his physical training over the years.

The power of heaven and earth hit the golden giant pestle again, and a section of it dissipated in an instant. The magic energy rebounded and made the huge golden figure stagger.

Murong Ji crashed directly into the ground, leaving a deep hole.

"Pfft! Ahem!"

At this point, Murong Ji felt that he was lucky as he was still conscious, so he took out the rhubarb pill and swallowed it, quickly healing his body meridians. After climbing out of the deep pit, he looked up and saw that the huge figure was attacking again.

Fortunately, this time the attack was not directed at him, but at Zhang Xiaofan.

Murong Ji cursed inwardly. There was no chance of rescue now. It was up to fate whether the two of them could survive!
If there is a chance, he must learn the Law of Heaven and Earth!

After climbing out of the pit, Murong Ji looked around and saw that the huge pestle that was hitting Zhang Xiaofan suddenly disappeared.

The wind that was created turned into energy, knocking Zhang Xiaofan and Bi Yao onto the opposite mountain.

Murong Ji checked his injuries, which were not serious but would not affect his escape. The power of this god was comparable to the Zhuxian Sword Formation launched by Tong Daoxuan and Qingyun Sect.

Based on this calculation, he really couldn't tell who was stronger and who was weaker.

He staggered a few steps, made sure that the figure would not attack again, and then slowly exhaled.

Even if you mobilize the power of heaven and earth in this way, there is a limit. Looking at the position just now, you can only be completely safe after passing that place.

Murong Ji flew up on his sword and rushed towards Zhang Xiaofan and the others at a very fast speed.

Looking back, the huge golden pestle attacked again.

Murong Ji changed direction, letting the energy from the giant pestle avoid Zhang Xiaofan and Bi Yao. After completely leaving the golden giant's attack range, Murong Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After reuniting with Zhang Xiaofan, the three of them were in a miserable state. From this point on, it was considered lucky that they escaped death.

Without saying a word, the three of them left quickly.

Five days later, at night.

Murong Ji lit a fire, and Zhang Xiaofan came over with two processed rabbits. He made a rack and started roasting the rabbits.

To this day, the shadow of death that day still looms over the hearts of the three people.

Murong Ji had a lot of free time, so he took out the shrine. It was the first time he had seen a complete shrine. After washing it clean, its inky black color made people puzzled.

Murong Ji felt an inexplicable rhythm in this, [Is this the rhythm of Tao? ]

Murong Ji thought silently, and suddenly, he came to his senses and asked, "That thing is the so-called god?"

Zhang Xiaofan and the other person looked up at Murong Ji, not sure if he was asking them.

Ever since escaping from the mountains, Murong Ji has become a little nervous.

They looked at each other and saw the figure emerging behind Murong Ji, Tianhua.

"Master, that is the will generated by the divine throne. According to the master's words, it is the spirit of the weapon..."

Murong Ji nodded and continued to study the door-sized tablet.

"I have a personal question. Since the god is a weapon spirit and can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, why did Senior Brother take out the god's throne, but..."

Tianhua glanced at Murong Ji and saw that his mind was focused on studying the divine seat, so he said, "Because of the Qiankun Lock."

Zhang Xiaofan fell silent for a moment. He was not unfamiliar with this name. It was this Qiankun Lock that locked up Shura in the Fulong Ding.

Thinking of the Qiankun Lock, it is still a mystery whether Shura broke the seal. He estimated that Murong Ji had some influence in this.

"Right now, the will of the Lieshan Emperor cannot return to the throne. Over time, it will gradually dissipate. The Lieshan clan will not let this go."

"They may not dare to go up to Qingyun Mountain, for fear of..."

Tianhua's voice was very calm, but the worry in his tone could not be hidden.

Zhang Xiaofan said calmly, "It's okay. Those people's strength can't threaten me. Besides, I'm afraid that in the near future, his strength will be able to improve further and reach the level before..."

Suddenly he thought of something and stopped talking. He cut the roasted rabbit meat into pieces and handed it to Biyao.

After Bi Yao took it, she suddenly asked, "Where's my father? I've been missing for so many years, he must be worried sick."

For a moment, the breath stagnated. Tianhua wanted to say something, but didn't know how to start. He sighed lightly and disappeared.

Biyao's hand that was eating meat suddenly stopped, and her face became worried, "What happened?!!"

Zhang Xiaofan opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. "Ten thousand people died, and the Ghost King Sect was destroyed." Murong Ji's voice suddenly came, and Bi Yao turned around with a pale face, "What did you say? No way! Are you kidding me..."

Murong Ji put away the shrine, his eyes without any emotion, and said slowly: "The Four Spirits Blood Formation is used to seal Shura, and the Ten Thousand People released Shura, hehe..."

At this point, Murong Ji suddenly changed the subject: "You should investigate it yourself, otherwise you will think I am lying to you."

"If nothing else, it is absolutely not unjust for tens of thousands of people to die."

Then he thought of something, and Murong Ji handed over the seal of the Ghost King Sect and a blood-stained letter.

After eating the rabbit meat, he looked up at Bi Yao, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, and said in a deep voice: "Your father sacrificed the disciples of the Ghost King Sect and destroyed the foundation and elites of the Ghost King Sect."

"Many elders managed to escape, but they were all infected by the power of Shura, and their paths were cut off. You can judge for yourself how great the hatred is."

"I guess you'll doubt whatever we say, so why don't you investigate it yourself? Oh, by the way, I can help you take care of your son Zhang Xiaoding, but don't expect me to take care of him for too long."

"You decide for yourself what to do, I won't interfere. As a human being, if you want to fight for a future for your son, then follow Zhang Xiaofan back to Qingyun."

"It depends on whether you can get over this hurdle."

After all, tens of thousands of people died under the Zhu Xian Sword, and they couldn't escape it no matter what.

After she finished speaking, Bi Yao suddenly stood up and walked towards the depths of the jungle. Zhang Xiaofan's heart tightened and he also stood up, "Brother... I..."

Murong Ji waved his hand, signaling him to pick up the freshly roasted rabbit and bring it to Bi Yao.

Zhang Xiaofan hesitated for a moment, but still picked it up and hurriedly chased into the depths of the jungle.

"Xiaofan!"

Zhang Xiaofan paused and looked back. Murong Ji threw the Mysterious Fire Mirror to him. He hurriedly took it and was silent for a moment. "Thank you."

After the two left, Murong Ji extinguished the fire, set up a tent, and went to sleep.

After returning to Longhu Lake, Lin Jingyu had returned from the Shiwan Mountains. The place where he lived was a small temple on Wushi Mountain.

The mountain and river scenery remains the same. Standing on Wushi Mountain and looking at Long Lake, the scenery is still excellent. Turning my head, I look towards the small temple.

The small temple has been renovated, and the original holes have been carefully repaired.

Lin Jingyu was not there. I don't know what he was doing. "What were you doing so late at night?"

Murong Ji turned his head and looked at the lake below. The moonlight was reflected on the lake, making it sparkle. Looking closely, he saw a woman swimming in the lake, causing ripples on the water.

Murong Ji couldn't help but twitch his mouth. He was really speechless. Long Lake is not small. He probably thought that there was no one living next to the house, so he took a bath here.

"What a brave girl."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman suddenly rushed onto the shore like a startled wild goose. Regardless of her wet body, she put on her clothes and flew towards the top of the mountain.

It flew straight over Murong Ji's head, and the two of them looked at each other. Murong Ji even saw the panic in her eyes.

"Tick."

A drop of water from her hair dripped onto Murong Ji's forehead, feeling somewhat helpless. The little girl was indeed pretty, but this...

"Brother Murong, you're back."

Turning his head, he saw Lin Jingyu walking up from the mountainside. Murong Ji's mouth twitched, "I say, you are not sleeping in the middle of the night, are you trying to peek at the little girl taking a bath?"

Standing here, you can clearly see the Long Lake below and the scene of the little girl taking a bath. I guess Lin Jingyu hid away.

Lin Jingyu blushed, and without refutation, he turned around and stood in front of the temple, looking up at the moon in the sky, "Brother, don't you think this place is a little strange?"

Before Murong Ji could reply, a figure came running up from the mountain, "Senior."

Lin Jingyu looked down and saw a young man. "It's you? Why are you here so late?"

Murong Ji glanced at the young man and knew that this must be Wang Zongjing. He had a good physique and decent aptitude.

But he was still not very interested, so he turned and went into the temple. He found a cushion to sit on, and when he looked up, he saw his own statue, with a plaque hanging above it, "Quan Xing Bao Zhen".

The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily. This Quanzhen ancestral temple looked outrageous no matter how he looked at it.

After Lin Jingyu walked in, he smiled and said, "How is it? How does it feel to worship yourself?"

Murong Ji did not reply, but asked: "Is that child Wang Xiyu's brother?"

"Exactly."

"He has good qualifications, why don't you accept him?"

Lin Jingyu suddenly fell silent, not knowing what to say for a long time, and then he said: "In my situation, if I take him in, I will harm him."

Murong Ji suddenly smiled. He could understand Lin Jingyu's embarrassing situation. He was born in Longshou Peak, but there was a deep grudge between Cangsong and Caomiao Village.

(End of this chapter)