Chapter 582 Are you here to do justice?
But thinking of Murong Ji's superb skills, he didn't dare to turn his face away from him.

Looking up, they found that Murong Ji's aura was extraordinary. Facing these people, he didn't seem to take them seriously.

Zeng Qi forced a smile, subconsciously covering the wound on his chest, and then saluted with his hands clasped together: "I'm sorry for neglecting you, little brother. What sect or school are you from? Which sect are you a disciple of?"

Murong Ji sneered. What's the saying? Don't attack the poor or the lazy, just attack the blind. These disciples of the Dao League are all arrogant and incompetent, and can't tell right from wrong.

"Hehe, you are a wandering cultivator without any sect or school, it's time for you to answer my questions." After he finished speaking, he looked at them with a sigh on his face.

Almost all the power and authority of the Yiqi Dao League is controlled by a few major families.

Nowadays, when Taoist disciples go out and meet an enemy, they need to ask the other party's name before they meet the enemy. How ironic.

Zeng Qi's face darkened instantly, and then he remembered that he had seriously injured him, and his tone unconsciously became a little colder.

"For disciples of the Dao League like us, it is our duty to subdue demons and monsters. Why should we report to others? We don't need others to point fingers at us."

"Little brother, you are still young, and there are many things you don't understand. Considering that you are still young, I will not bother with you. I will take care of your joining the Dao League."

Mu Murong's brows darkened again and again. He didn't know whether he should laugh or be angry. He had never met such a stupid person.

Do you think that you can handle everything just because you have a good family background? Then why should I, Murong Ji, practice cultivation?

He glanced at the dozen or so disciples of the Taoist Alliance and gently stroked the Tianwen Sword in his hand. Unconsciously, murderous intent slowly gathered.

"With your level of skill, you should be able to gather the cold energy into a small area, and increase its power a lot, which is enough to kill the monster."

"But you deliberately expanded the range of your attack... Was it to show off your superior Taoist skills? Or your invincible figure? You don't value the lives of these two hundred and sixty people at all."

Murong Ji's voice was still faint, as if it had some kind of magic, a kind of desire that made people want to confide in him without answering, as if it was revealing the ugliest and truest desire in the depths of his heart.

Zeng Qi's face was filled with murderous intent. "Little brother, don't be so aggressive. I did something wrong. When we return to Tianxuan City, I will treat you to three cups of wine as apology. How about that?"

Murong Ji suddenly smiled, clapped his hands, and glanced at the dozen or so men and women. [Are all Dao League disciples like this now?!]

"Say!"

A roar was like a heavy hammer hitting several people's heads.

Zeng Qi said unconsciously: "The monster has caused a lot of harm to people. Many villages have been wiped out. It is difficult for us to kill it. It is inevitable that some villagers will suffer casualties. Besides, they are not extinct yet."

Suddenly, a clear female voice rang out from behind the crowd, coldly scolding, "When the monsters were wreaking havoc just now, you didn't show up. Now that our spiritual power has been exhausted, you come out and claim to be doing something righteous. What is your intention?"

Murong Ji looked at these people expressionlessly. It was indeed very troublesome to kill people and ask why! But he had to do it. No one could tell how many of these people were villains and how many were innocent.

I don't want to waste time talking to this group of people. If I get the reason, I have a reason to kill. He is not a good person, but at least he can distinguish right from wrong. Are these people any better than him?

Slowly, a big blue hand emerged from Murong Ji's body.

Murong Ji's figure flashed and he rushed into the crowd in an instant. He picked up Lu Chengtian's magic sword with one sword, and a big blue hand instantly pressed on his head.

One sword to the throat, without hesitation.

Murong Ji acted too quickly. Before they could react, he slashed at Zeng Qi with another sword.

The murderous intent was overwhelming, and for a moment, Zeng Qi seemed to have seen a vision of his ancestor. He suddenly came to his senses, retreated hastily, and barely avoided Murong Ji's attack.

After missing the first attack, Murong Ji stabbed again.

"Ding!"

Feeling the slowness of the Tianwen Sword, Murong Ji's pupils shrank, "An armor-type magic weapon?"

In an instant, another sword was slashed out, and the true energy circulated. The sword light seemed to turn into an extremely delicate long line, which directly broke Zeng Qi's magic weapon and cut him off under the sword.

"thump!"

When the voice sounded, Murong Ji turned his head and saw someone sitting on the ground with a look of despair on his face. Some people lowered their eyebrows for a moment, and stayed there obediently, not moving.

Even if no one resisted, the one with the highest cultivation among them was killed by Murong Ji with one sword!
How to resist? To die?
Murong Ji still has two magic weapons that he hasn’t used!

"Dao, Daoist friend, we are blind, please show mercy, I am a member of the Li family of the Yiqi Dao League, Li Xun, please leave your name, we will come to apologize one day."

Murong Ji glanced at the man coldly and murmured, "Li Xun..."

For a moment, memories kept replaying in his mind. He seemed to have forgotten this archenemy and love rival for a long time. His memory was a little fuzzy, but he still knew who he was.

"Li Xun? I have an old friend, also named Li Xun. It's just... you don't deserve this name." As soon as the voice fell, the blue giant hand on Murong Ji's body covered his head, and the next moment, the sword flashed, and the sword sealed his throat.

Murong Ji killed people very calmly, just like eating and drinking, it was natural and right, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

His cold and ruthless behavior frightened these young ladies and masters so much that they couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Murong Ji checked them one by one, and spared no one who had done evil. Then he walked to a woman, who was so frightened that her face turned pale and her whole body trembled, allowing the blue true energy to cover her head.

"You're just a stay-at-home girl. In the future, don't hang out with these people anymore. What kind of people are they?" Murong Ji walked away while speaking.

The woman was a little confused and didn't understand the situation.

"Stop! You can't kill me. If you kill me, my father will never let you go, and... he won't let this village go either!"

Murong Ji had no expression on his face, and he quietly watched the woman stumble back, then turned and fled into the jungle. He slowly raised his left hand, exhaled a breath of foul air, and generated a force in his hand.

The true Qi drove the surrounding spiritual energy, twisting it into a rope and sucking the woman back.

Dragon capturer!
"Sister, now that you say that, I am a little curious. Which family are you from?" As he spoke, a big blue hand was already pressing on her head.

The woman trembled all over, she knew that she had gotten into big trouble. The only people who were not afraid of their family background were a few families, and they could not afford to offend those people.

She just begged for mercy, but before she could open her mouth, her endless vitality was lost in an instant, and the life force flowed into Murong Ji's body, sucking her into a dried corpse.

Humans have never seen such techniques and abilities before. It is only the leech demon clan that has seen such techniques... But he is obviously a human being!
For a moment, the remaining eight or nine people were shocked and confused.

"Haha, I forgot that the Soul Devouring Stick, a magical weapon, should be brought to the world. This is no longer a society ruled by law."

Murong Ji muttered to himself, and his eyes became increasingly cold as he looked at the crowd. These people were all cultivators, and their blood was an excellent material for carrying the evil spirits of heaven and earth!
Moreover, their vitality is very lively.

Among the remaining few people, there were a few who had never done anything bad in their memories. Murong Ji pointed at those people and signaled them to hide aside and not to make things difficult for them.

Then, his gaze fell on the remaining two people, and the big blue hand split into two, exploring their memories separately.

"Please spare us, Immortal! We know we are wrong! We will correct our misbehavior for the rest of our lives!"

"Yes, Immortal, we can swear an oath!"

Murong Ji looked over expressionlessly and asked softly, "Have you heard of a song?"

"Wh…what song?"

"It's too hard to turn back!" As soon as the words fell, the blood and qi around the two of them surged instantly. Endless blood beads and life essence seeped out from the seven orifices and under the skin, slowly gathering in Murong Ji's left hand...

The blood that was originally scattered on the ground, as well as the blood of several dead people, began to slowly gather.

In just a few breaths, it had gathered into a blood ball the size of a washbasin, and then continued to melt, becoming smaller and smaller.

Murong Ji carved the pattern of the weapon bit by bit, gathering blood into essence, and even attracting the blood and remaining life essence of the dead monster.

Endless evil energy surged in the sky and merged into this blood ball.

Murong Ji's heart was pounding, and he always had a bad feeling. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back, jumped up instantly, and left the spot.

He fell down again, and the blood ball in his hand quickly condensed into a blood bead, which he put into the Qiankun Qingguang Ring.

Turning his head, he saw a masked boy who was about the same age as him appearing where he had been standing. He held a sword in his hand with the tip of the sword pointing at Murong Ji.

Murong Ji scratched his head in embarrassment.

The child was wearing Wangquan family clothes and a mask on his face. I knew he didn't want people to know who he was. But, since he was wearing such gorgeous clothes, it would be good to cover the family emblem.

I'm so embarrassed for him.

[This child's full name seems to be Wang Quan Baiye. ]

Murong Ji glanced at the other two Taoist Alliance disciples, who had been sucked dry.

His pupils shrank slightly and he turned his head to look behind him.

At the east entrance of the village, another man came. He was dressed in white and holding a long sword in his hand. The scabbard was white as jade.

There was an obvious vertical mark on his forehead. It was his third eye, but it had not yet been fully opened.

Yang family, Yang sighed.

The two men walked one in front and one behind, sandwiching Murong Ji in the middle.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, [Looks like you want to fight with me? ]

Murong Ji suddenly smiled and glanced at the two people in front and behind him: "Wang Quan Baiye! Yang Yitan! Are you here to do justice?"

With just one sentence, the two of them became a little panicked.

(End of this chapter)