Chapter 464: Taking Action is a Mission and a Vent
"You brought your own daughter here. How cruel. Aren't you afraid that she will have a grudge?"

Murong Ji glanced at Jiang Beibei calmly, "For a cultivator, fortune and misfortune go hand in hand. The day she untied her knot was also her good fortune. Chen Duo's experience was bizarre, and for Beibei... it was an opportunity."

"Uh...you. You really...don't you feel sorry for such a cute little kid?"

Murong Ji remained silent. He felt sad, of course he felt sad, but if he wasn't a little cruel, the child would never grow up.

"It's boring." Wang Zhenqiu no longer paid attention to Murong Ji and went crazy with them.

Before I knew it, it was dark.

Wang Zhenqiu led everyone into the restaurant, pushed the menu in front of Chen Duo, and asked her to choose.

After the meal, Jiang Beibei began to feel sleepy. Murong Ji held her in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Qu Tong appeared out of nowhere, carefully took Bei Bei away from Murong Ji's arms, and sat in a car not far away.

Murong Ji turned around and looked at Chen Duo who was following behind him. He asked softly, "Where else do you want to go? I'll go with you."

Chen Duo glanced in the direction of Jiang Beibei, curled the corners of her mouth slightly, and suddenly took out her wallet, looked at the few hundred yuan left, thought for a moment, and walked towards the ice cream seller nearby.

He bought several and distributed some to everyone, then watched Chen Duo give the remaining ice cream to passers-by.

After the meeting, Chen Duo came to the crowd again and said, "Uncle Murong, I'm tired and want to go back."

Murong Ji was startled, thought for a moment and asked, "Go back to the place where you first came to this world?"

Chen Duo suddenly raised her head and asked hopefully, "Can I? I...can..."

"Old Meng!" Murong Ji roared, and everyone made way for him.

Old Meng trembled all over, with snot and tears streaming down his face. He was pushed in front of Chen Duo by Xiao Zizai, but he didn't dare to look up. He choked and said, "Okay, okay, let's go back, let's go back..."

Several people got on a van that could go anywhere, with Heiguaner driving and Lao Meng directing the way. After several hours, near midnight, they finally arrived at the ruins of the Medicine Immortal Sect.

It was dark in the mountains and the road was almost invisible.

Murong Ji flipped his hand and lit a lantern, then let go of his hand. The lantern slowly floated five or six meters above their heads. The light seemed small, but in fact, it illuminated a very wide area.

"Amazing! This light..."

Wang Zhenqiu has always been in a playful state.

Murong Ji glanced at the surrounding environment, sighed slowly, and went up the mountain. Chen Duo was familiar with many roads.

Murong Ji walked all the way to the place where Chen Duo had practiced since childhood. He took a quick look and saw that there was almost no grass growing around it, and the ground was full of traces of poison.

Several people watched Chen Duo walking slowly on the vast plain. After searching around, he finally stood in one place and looked cautiously towards a position in front of him.

Then he sat down slowly and just sat there.

Murong Ji walked up to her, looked down at him, expressionless, "Duo'er, have you made your choice?"

Chen Duo looked at Murong Ji with some confusion. Didn’t she tell him the answer a long time ago?
But looking at Murong Ji's expression, he nodded slowly.

Murong Ji flipped his hand and a spirit tablet appeared in his hand. He carefully placed it in front of Chen Duo, "Duo'er, you were raised by Liao Zhong, from the first cry you made when you were born..."

"And now... now... I call him dad and kowtow to him. It's a complete ending. And... it's not in vain that I came to this world..."

Murong Ji's voice was extremely calm, but he seemed unable to calm the waves in his heart.

Chen Duo tilted her head slightly and looked at the tablet in front of her. The tablet was simple and had only a few words on it: Liao Zhongzhi's tablet.

Then he slowly stood up, knelt before the spirit tablet, and kowtowed, but he never spoke a word. He sat down again silently.

Murong Ji did not force it. He gently picked up the spirit tablet and placed it gently in Chen Duo's arms.

He slowly raised his hand, and the light in his hand slowly gathered.

"Murong Ji! What are you going to do! What are you going to do!" Old Meng's face was full of tears. He staggered a few steps and then rushed forward desperately.

Murong Ji seemed not to hear it. In an instant, countless rays of light emanated from Chen Duo's body and merged into Murong Ji's hands.

"Uncle Murong, thank you..."

A breeze blew by, and Murong Ji spread his hands. Chen Duo seemed to float in the air, slowly dispersing in the sky, along with the spots of light...

"Mu! Rong! Ji!" Old Meng roared heartbreakingly, and pounced fiercely, completely knocking Chen Duo's body apart.

"Why? !! Why! Murong Ji! You are a Taoist master! How old is she? She is only sixteen years old! What does she know! Why can't you tolerate her!" Lao Meng's eyes were red and round, and he roared at Murong Ji. A man in his forties was crying like a child at this moment.

The suppressed emotions continued to burst out, and he screamed at everyone, "Why, why! She is the same age as my daughter, why can't this world accommodate her!!"

"Old Meng, think positively. Chen Duo... is very happy." Xiao Zizai patted his shoulder comfortingly. There were many things that he couldn't explain clearly.

Murong Ji looked at Lao Meng expressionlessly, then turned his eyes away calmly, "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. Don't do to others what you want others to do to you."

After the words fell, Lao Meng slowly stood up, wiped the tears and snot from his face, and looked at Murong Ji with increasingly sharp eyes.

In an instant, Murong Ji's heart began to beat violently. It was a subconscious feeling that he was going to die!

Almost at the same time, Murong Ji used all his strength to retreat more than ten meters at a rapid speed.

After making sure it was safe, he raised his arm and found a red rash on his skin. The rash was gradually turning black and expanding. His pupils shrank involuntarily: "Is this... cancer?!!"

This old Meng! Awesome! He is no less dangerous than Chen Duo. If he were to attack Ma Xianhong, he would be sent away directly!
Without waiting for the words to fall, Murong Ji retreated again. Relying on his subconscious, Murong Ji could measure a rough range.

When he looked up again, he was nearly thirty meters away from Lao Meng.

This kind of "poison circle" is really a bit...

Murong Ji spread out his palm, and a ball of flame burned in his hand, which was orange-yellow on the outside and white on the inside.

The flames spread little by little until they burned all over the body, turning him into a fire man.

The skin and even the internal organs that have become cancerous are like to release toxins and are discharged from the body through the pores.

The skin grew back, and then the Samadhi True Fire was slowly extinguished.

Looking up, even though Lao Meng was already far away from him, that sense of danger still continued to surround and test Murong Ji's reaction.

Murong Ji sneered, "This is your true strength, Old Meng!"

The flames engulfed his body, burning a hole in the invisible encirclement. He kicked his feet hard and rushed towards Lao Meng at a rapid speed.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Lao Meng. He raised his left hand and pinched his neck. At this moment, a figure blocked him. It was Clarinet!
Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and without holding back, he used the Tianshan Zhemei Hand. With three palms, he broke the center line of the clarinet and opened his chest.

What followed immediately was a palm of great compassion, extremely domineering!
Hei Guan'er was shocked. He knew his own strength very well. He really didn't expect that he couldn't even take three moves against Murong Ji!
He hurriedly leaped back, trying to avoid Murong Ji's golden palm print.

Murong Ji was not willing to let him escape, so he stepped forward and after using the Great Compassion Palm, he followed it with the Great Vajra Palm.

When he was about to move forward again, a force stopped his momentum, as if something was holding him back. He was caught off guard and was pulled into the air by the huge force.

Flying backwards.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Murong Ji looked back and saw that the Qi in Wang Zhenqiu's hand turned into a colorful ribbon, just like Nezha's Hun Tian Ling. As he moved, it stirred the power of heaven and earth around him.

Murong Ji's eyelids sank, and without waiting for him to attack, he glanced and saw Feng Baobao slashing at him with a knife. In this mid-air, there was almost no place to gain leverage, so he could only face the enemy head-on.

He dodged Feng Baobao's knife, gently pinched the back of the knife with his thumb and middle finger, and used the force to move downward, hoping to land safely.

Unexpectedly, Feng Baobao's knife suddenly turned in another direction and continued to chop towards Murong Ji. His pupils shrank involuntarily, and a green light flashed in front of him, steadily blocking Feng Baobao's knife.

"Damn! Another body-protection magic weapon! What a hassle!"

Hei Guan'er looked at his left forearm which was twisted by Murong Ji's palm, with a gloomy face. He knew that Murong Ji was powerful, but he didn't expect Murong Ji to be so powerful!

"Everyone be careful! Murong Ji is not Ma Xianhong, don't be selfish! Use all your strength!" Hei Guaner rested for a while, looked at several teammates besieging Murong Ji, and reminded them.

"How powerful! With one strike of his sword, all the power is dispersed!" Feng Baobao was a little confused and was wondering how to chop in.

Murong Ji fell to the ground and looked back at his surroundings. Several people had surrounded him, just like the situation Ma Xianhong faced not long ago.

Murong Ji calmed down and exhaled slowly, "I haven't fought with all my strength for a long time. I hope you can give me some strength!"

The expressions of the several people were different. Except for Feng Baobao, the others all felt that the situation was tricky.

They saw clearly the situation that Black Tube was facing just now.

Murong Ji glanced at the six people. Only Zhang Chulan, who was standing outside the field, seemed the most relaxed. However, his eyes seemed a little dull.

Retracting his gaze, Murong Ji stood up straight, took off the Qiankun Qingguang Ring, put it in his pocket, glanced at them calmly, and said slowly: "Let's go together."

(End of this chapter)