Chapter 442 Let’s Live Together
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures suddenly appeared on Murong Ji's left and right sides.

Murong Ji squatted slightly, "Ha!" In an instant, golden light burst out from his hands, and the Palm of Great Compassion and Great Mercy blocked the attacks of the two people.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Murong Ji took out the Tianwen Sword in his hand and attacked Barron. His sword skills were sharp and he almost calculated Barron's next move.

Xia Liuqing's heart skipped a beat. "You foreigner! Stop pretending to be me! Why are you bumping into his sword?"

Barron was caught off guard, and the dagger in his hand was directly knocked away. However, he could no longer resist Murong Ji's attack, and a sword stabbed at his abdomen.

The speed was too fast and he couldn't dodge!

"when!"

"You bastard! Stop being so arrogant!"

The old woman's opera voice was authentic. She swung her mace to directly deflect Murong Ji's Tianwen sword. The force was so strong that Murong Ji took two steps back.

After stabilizing his body, he felt a little regretful because the opportunity had been lost.

Barron took out his spare saber, his face solemn. Murong Ji's swordsmanship was incredibly strong. "Xia, he always knows my intentions before I do. I think we should just run."

Xia Liuqing was well-informed after all, and said in a deep voice: "He has seen through the foundation of your moves. I have long told you that your two moves are only effective against ordinary people."

"The moves in the military are too simple. If you meet a master, you're just sending yourself to death! They can easily break them."

Murong Ji's gaze fell on Xia Liuqing. At this moment, he was playing the role of Yuchi Gong!

His eyes lit up. Murong Ji had a familiar feeling about this kind of scene, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't figure it out for a moment.

Murong Ji's eyes darkened, and he stepped forward again. After taking two steps, suddenly, a repulsive force knocked him back.

His heart was shocked. The appearance of this force was really inexplicable. He did not notice the flow of Qi.

"Quan Xing Xia Liuqing! The reputation is well-deserved! This is a great skill!" Murong Ji praised sincerely. Without the flow of Qi, that is the power of the soul.

[This is how I felt when I faced the Protoss! ]

As soon as the thought came to his mind, the Tianwen Sword in Murong Ji's hand instantly shot out and attacked Xia Liuqing.

"Zheng!"

The sword made a slight sound and was fixed by the repulsive force one meter in front of Xia Liuqing. The sword-controlling technique and Wu You's spiritual repulsive force were in a stalemate.

"Oh!" Murong Ji sighed lightly, recalled the Tianwen Sword and held it in his hand. He had several ways to break Xia Liuqing's witchcraft, but for a moment, he was reluctant to do so.

"Xia Liuqing, how about you teach me this method of yours? I can help you to go one step further, or extend your lifespan, etc."

As he was speaking, Barron had sneaked up behind Murong Ji and pounced on him.

"Swish! Puff!"

At some point, Murong Ji turned around and stabbed Barron's body with a sword, as if he had fixed him in the air.

This reaction speed is so fast that it is astonishing!
Xia Liuqing's stunned mouth slightly closed. Just this swordsmanship alone was already top-notch in this circle.

Even the young man Ding Shimaan might not be able to defeat him in a fight.

Sword cultivators! They have always had the strongest killing intent and the strongest killing power.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Blood flowed out of Barron's mouth. After he took a breath, he looked at Murong Ji with some admiration, "Is this congenital or acquired?"

Murong Ji thought about it, but couldn't tell whether it was innate or acquired. These things had become his instinctive reaction. "I'm not sure, it can be considered as a return to innate nature from acquired nature."

Barron nodded. "Can we get out of this alive?"

"It depends on your ability."

The next moment, Barron suddenly spurted out a large puff of mist, which filled the air and a crackling sound continued to be heard.

It's like water entering boiling oil.

Murong Ji stepped back suddenly to avoid the mist transformed from his saliva.

"boom!"

A bright yellow flame suddenly burned in the air. There was no reason for the flame. It seemed to flow like water, and as heavy as the land.

Murong Ji stood behind the flames, watching all of Barron's methods being burned.

When Xia Liuqing saw Murong Ji took out a Daoling Emperor Bell, he subconsciously felt that something was not good. He had a feeling that the thing could restrain himself, relieve that state, and restore it to its original state.

His body was somewhat hunched over and he was breathing heavily. It was obvious that he was not feeling well from the stalemate just now.

Looking down, the soil on the ground was constantly fluctuating like water. I stomped my feet and it really felt like I was standing on the water.

Xia Liuqing sighed, "I'm old, really old." He looked at Murong Ji, who happened to look over. "I don't plan to accept any apprentices, old man. Barron, let's go!"

Murong Ji watched them leave until their figures disappeared, then he withdrew his gaze, carefully thought about Xia Liuqing's appearance just now, and slowly exhaled.

The next moment, a golden yang spirit emerged from Murong Ji's body. It still looked like Murong Ji, but the spirit slowly changed its appearance, and a golden mace "grew" in its hand.

I wanted to change something else, but I couldn't do it. I wanted to be like Xia Liuqing and fully exert the power of the soul, but I didn't have any way.

The transformation of the soul is not easy. He has spent a lot of time studying it in the Zhu Xian world, but has not succeeded.

After his soul was restored, Murong Ji sighed softly. If he could fully stimulate the power of his soul, he would be invincible in the world. He felt helpless. His soul could be cultivated, but there was no powerful magic to support it. He shook his head and walked towards the deep forest in the distance.

Not far away, I saw two people. One of them was bald, with only a few hairs standing stubbornly on his bald head.

That face is not only long, but coupled with his tall and straight figure, his head looks even more like a winter melon.

Murong Ji glanced at the other person. The murderous aura around him showed that he had killed many people. His eyes were bloodshot, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air, which showed that he had killed many people.

When Murong Ji saw the appearance of this middle-aged man, he recognized him as Xiao Zizai.

"Someone from the company?"

"We are from East China, Mr. Murong, nice to meet you. My name is Dou Le."

"I've heard of your name for a long time. You must be the person in charge of East China."

"it's me."

Murong Ji shook hands with him, then looked at the corpses, all of whom were beaten to death with brute force.

"The Palm of Great Compassion?"

Murong Ji looked at Xiao Zizai and raised his eyebrows slightly. Then, he showed his palm, and the palm print seemed like a burning golden flame.

"Try?"

Xiao Zizai glanced at Dou Le and saw him nod. Then he pushed his glasses, and the next moment two palm prints collided.

"call!"

The powerful air force directly shook the surrounding soil into pieces, and the air was pushed out in all directions, blowing away a few of Dou Le's already sparse hair.

After the palm strike, Murong Ji did not continue to fight. After confirming Xiao Zizai's strength, he withdrew his hand and looked at Xiao Zizai with a burning look in his eyes.

His own palm technique was passed down from Shi Liaoyuan. Although different from Xiao Zizai's palm technique, they can be considered to be from the same lineage.

"Haha, hahaha." He knew that the Palm of Great Compassion in this world might have been passed down from Shi Leyuan, although this Shi Leyuan and that Shi Leyuan were not the same person at all.

However, the palm techniques of the two are extremely similar, as if they were evolved by different people.

Murong Ji couldn't suppress his joy, as if he had seen an old friend. "You have a demon in your heart?! You are born to kill?"

Xiao Zizai pushed his glasses and said nothing.

Murong Ji did not ask any more questions. While Dou Le was still confused, he took out a book and handed it to him. "The Ksitigarbha Sutra is different from ordinary Buddhist scriptures. It is a dharma practice."

After he finished speaking, Murong Ji walked towards the depths of the jungle. He wanted to patrol the mountains, as he had promised the old Taoist priest.

After leaving the forest, the matter came to an end. As dawn approached, Murong Ji turned around, made sure that no one had escaped, and then walked towards the mountain.

He returned to the room, changed his dirty clothes, fetched some water, scrubbed his whole body, removed the blood and stench, and then changed into clean clothes.

Soak the blood-stained clothes in a basin of water and wash them.

After drying, Murong Ji glanced at the sky, then sat in the yard in a daze, and came back to his senses.

Murong Ji took out a portrait and looked at the lifelike Lu Xueqi in it. He felt something indescribable.

The three corpses were summoned. Apart from being all black in color, they also had both spirit and form.

Lu Xueqi, who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, was standing in front of him.

For a moment, I felt homesick...

“Ding~Ding~Ding~Ding~”

After four consecutive bells rang, Murong Ji suddenly came to his senses. This was the death knell. He stared at the door in a daze. He didn't know when Qu Tong stood at the door.

They looked at each other in silence, feeling inexplicably silent and depressed.

Qu Tong suddenly walked over and glanced at the portrait on the table. It was indeed lifelike. The woman in the painting was incredibly beautiful, just like a fairy from heaven.

Some of them looked at Murong Ji's standing figure and remained silent.

Murong Ji still said nothing. He put away the portrait, put it into the Qiankun Qingguang Ring, and slowly took back the three corpses.

"Husband? You...you are so old, and you still...still like those paper figures..."

Murong Ji glanced at her calmly and said slowly: "Tian Jinzhong is dead, I'll go and see."

After Murong Ji left the door, Qu Tong suddenly collapsed to the ground, shaking all over, and tears unconsciously soaked her eyes.

It was as if everything I had held on to for a long time suddenly collapsed.

"Why? Why should I experiment on my husband? !! Why should I..." There was a sharp pain in her mind, and Qu Tong's face looked a little grim in pain.

Gradually, Qu Tong's emotions calmed down and the distortion on her face gradually disappeared. She wiped the tears from her face, but forgot that her hands were stained with dirt and her face was scratched.

Coming back to his senses, he stared at his hands in a daze, as if he remembered something, "I... I killed Nancy, I killed Jiang Nancy... That day... That day..."

(End of this chapter)