Chapter 580: The Demons and the Taoists in the Village

Murong Ji's face was gloomy. He got out of bed and walked out of the room.

I saw a family of four hurriedly putting on their clothes and walking outside, really not daring to delay at all.

It seems that this is not the first time these people have come here.

Murong Ji's face darkened, and he pulled the elder sister aside: "Elder sister, what's going on? It's so late at night, isn't it necessary?"

The elder sister hesitated for a moment, and seeing her husband taking his children out of the house, she couldn't help feeling anxious. She wanted to pull Murong Ji's arm away, but found that his hand was extremely strong. Then she remembered that he was also a disciple of Taoism.

She couldn't help but show a bit of panic on her face. She looked at Murong Ji timidly and said slowly, "We didn't want to do that either. Who wouldn't get angry when being called up in the middle of the night? But, but...if we don't go, we'll die!"

"Hey, little brother, let go!"

Murong Ji let go of her arm and watched the elder sister run out in a hurry. His face darkened instantly, and he subconsciously straightened the Taoist crown on his head, but when he touched nothing, he remembered that he had not put on the crown yet.

"Hehe! The aristocratic families are in power, and the Taoist Alliance's rules and regulations are meaningless. If this is the case, then let me teach you the rules and regulations."

After he finished speaking, Murong Ji walked out of the house and headed towards the village.

After walking out of the yard, I glanced at the surrounding villagers. Every household had lit up the lights. Some people were holding torches and hurriedly ran out of the yard, walking towards the center of the village.

Murong Ji followed them without haste. When they reached the middle of the village, almost all the people were there. He took a quick glance and saw that there were fifty or sixty households in the village, with two or three hundred people. It was indeed a large number of people.

Standing behind the crowd, he was too short to see what was going on in the middle. He stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck to look inside, but still saw nothing.

Somewhat helplessly, Murong Ji tapped his feet lightly, took a light step, and squeezed towards the front of the crowd, wanting to see who was on the high platform in front.

In just a breath of time, Murong Ji reached the front of the crowd.

Looking up, I saw a group of handsome men and beautiful women, young masters from aristocratic families, and young ladies from sects standing there chatting idly.

Occasionally, he glanced at the villagers around him, and his eyes unconsciously revealed a kind of condescending contempt, as if these people were not villagers, but a group of livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

An old man walked out from the villagers, glanced at the crowd around him, and seeing that almost everyone was there, he walked forward tremblingly, with a flattering smile and his body hunched.

Walking closer, he bent his waist even more: "Immortal, it's the middle of the night, what are you doing... Everyone is here, do you have any instructions..."

"Get out of the way! What a smell! So disgusting." The leading young man from the Taoist alliance shouted, then kicked the village chief into the crowd with quite a lot of force.

The villagers hurriedly caught him. Many young people in the village waited for the young man with bloodshot eyes, but before they could make a move, they were forcibly dragged away by their families.

There was a sudden cry of surprise from the crowd, which then quickly subsided. Murong Ji squeezed over, took the pulse of the village chief, and quickly gave him acupuncture to save him.

The women around them gathered around them and watched Murong Ji save people in silence. When the village chief took a breath, an inexplicable emotion spread rapidly.

Murong Ji glanced at everyone, and the look in his eyes when he looked at himself changed, "Send him back to rest."

Then, Murong Ji's gaze fell on the young man who was chattering on and on about the hardship he and others had experienced in subduing demons and monsters, his face full of gloom.

A murderous intent spread unconsciously.

Everyone felt a chill down their spine, as if some ferocious beast was staring at them, and fear was in almost everyone's heart.

The leading man paused, glanced at everyone, and found nothing, and couldn't help feeling a little panicked.

He hurriedly said, "The Dao League is investigating. There are monsters that have escaped into your village. They asked us to come and rescue you! You should be grateful for our hard work in slaying the monsters..."

Everyone was silent. No one spoke. No one dared to say a word. The feeling was too overwhelming.

The leading Taoist youth was about to say something, but the woman behind him tugged at his sleeve and said softly, "Senior Brother Zeng Qi, we...we should hurry up, this place...is scary."

Zeng Qi was thinking the same thing, "Junior sister is right."

Then, with a wave of his hand, dozens of Taoist disciples behind him quickly dispersed into various places in the village.

Murong Ji just stood there, quietly watching how this group of Taoist Alliance disciples saved the village.

Not long after, a battle suddenly broke out on the east side of the village. Endless energy rushed towards the center of the village. The wind was strong and the hurricane directly scattered the houses on the east side.

Some villagers on the east side were blown back by the strong wind into the crowd, knocking down a group of people.

Murong Ji frowned slightly and looked towards the east end of the village. His eyes couldn't help but tightened: "There really is a monster, but I don't feel anything."

As soon as the noise came over there, several other disciples of the Taoist Alliance flew over on their swords and surrounded them.

Murong Ji thought about it and walked towards that direction.

He wanted to see how these Taoist disciples subdued demons.

When we reached the east end of the village, the place was almost in ruins. In a short period of time, the fighting became more and more intense.

The first thing that caught Murong Ji's eyes was a gigantic monster. This monster had a ferocious face and a tiger-like body. Its fur was covered with black and yellow stripes. Looking closely, they were demonic patterns! It had huge wings on its back, but its feet were not claws of a tiger monster.

Instead, it is a bit like an eagle's claw, sharp and pointed, and the four claws can easily destroy a magic weapon.

With every breath he took, the thundering sounds of tigers and leopards were heard, rumbling and shocking.

Murong Ji's brows darkened. He had never seen this monster before, so he had no idea what other skills and abilities it had.

Turning around, I saw a dozen or so members of the Taoist Alliance, holding various magical weapons in their hands, with serious faces, surrounding the monster in the middle.

The leading young Taoist priest, Zeng Qi, had a stern face and sharp eyes. He raised the long sword in his hand and said, "My fellow disciples, help me!"

He then flew high into the sky, muttering something incoherently, but it was unclear what incantation he was chanting.

He released the magic sword in his hand, and the magic sword instantly turned into a stream of light and slashed towards the monster's neck.

"Ding"

The sound of metal clashing against each other struck the monster, but not even a trace was left.

The magic sword flew backwards and disappeared into the darkness. Zeng Qi hurriedly avoided the monster's counterattack, retreated far away to a safe place, and recalled the sword.

Everyone's expression changed, and they subconsciously activated the magic weapons in their hands to protect themselves.

"My fellow Taoists, quickly form the formation!" Zeng Qi shouted.

The members of the Dao League moved upon hearing the sound, quickly changing their positions. After they were in their respective positions, they seemed to have an inexplicable connection with each other, promoting and strengthening each other's spiritual power and the power of their magic.

Murong Ji touched his chin and said, "This combined attack formation is quite interesting."

He also knew some combined attack formations, but he had not studied them in depth.

The Yiqi Dao League has been passed down for thousands of years, so naturally it has some hidden treasures, although these hidden treasures have all fallen into the hands of various families.

The monster seemed to sense the danger and kept roaring at the people around it.

"Ouch!"

The sound vibrations turned into tangible waves, spreading in all directions.

Murong Ji's heart was shocked, and he took out the soul-catching bell in an instant to offset the sound waves spreading towards the center of the village. Then he looked at the goblin in the middle of the battlefield again.

next moment.

With a flash of light, the monster directly broke through the formation of the crowd.

It waved its claws left and right and grabbed a woman with one claw, instantly severely injuring her. Just as it was about to grab her again, a man next to it swung his claws with a sword and saved the girl.

The wound was so deep that one could almost see his internal organs. If he had been hit again, he would have died. Fortunately, his teammates rescued him and he barely managed to save his life.

The man hurriedly took out a pill and fed it into the woman's mouth, stopping the bleeding. Just as he was about to heal her, a voice suddenly called out from the battlefield, "Brother Chengtian! Come quickly, we can't hold on any longer!"

The one called Chengtian turned around and looked, his brows full of anxiety. This monster was much more troublesome than they had imagined.

Without any hesitation, after making sure that the woman would not die, he hurriedly turned around and rejoined the battlefield.

Murong Ji walked over from the corner, looked at the woman's pale face, gently pressed her pulse, took out a silver needle, inserted it into her acupuncture points all over her body, and helped her dissolve the medicine and heal her wounds.

Then he disappeared into the darkness again, slowly took out the Tianwen Sword, looked at the figure of the monster on the battlefield, his whole body full of fighting spirit.

Come to think of it, he hasn't taken action for a long time.

Without waiting for Murong Ji to make a move, Zeng Qi suddenly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the sky. In an instant, the spiritual energy suddenly surged, and the spiritual energy within a radius of 100 meters instantly turned into cold air.

In the blink of an eye, endless cold air surged up, and at the same time, it attracted the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth to gather together, trying to condense into ice cones.

Murong Ji was a little surprised. It was a disguised form of unity between man and nature.

"This young Taoist priest has something special." Murong Ji murmured, looking at the monster on the battlefield that was as fierce as a tiger and a leopard. Then he took out a silver needle with a little black poison on it.

In the world of Under One Person, there are very few people who prefer to cultivate themselves and absorb spiritual energy into their bodies.

This method of cultivation, which is rooted in one's own body, has benefited Murong Ji greatly.

Now his body can rival Tushan Yaya's demon body, mostly thanks to the cultivation method that is second only to the first person.

However, the most original thing, the application of the innate Qi, is still a remarkable skill in this world.

(End of this chapter)