Chapter 583: The Initially Established Mask Group
"No...no! You got the wrong person!" Yang Yitan subconsciously covered his forehead.

"Who is Wang Quan Baiye?! I don't know him..." Wang Quan Baiye tried hard to maintain his coolness and not reveal any flaws.

Murong Ji sneered, his skill was broken in just one second.

Then he pointed at Wang Quan Baiye and said, "This kind of cloth is unique to the Wang Quan family. It is considered a magic weapon. Also, can you cover your family emblem?"

Wang Quan Baiye looked frustrated and muttered, "This is the family emblem... I thought..."

Murong Ji pointed at Yang and sighed, "You don't have any flaws, but... can you buy a full-face mask next time? If your forehead is exposed, even a dog will know that the Sky Eye Yang family is better!"

For a moment, the two people felt a little awkward and were reluctant to speak. This was the first time they had done this and they were not very experienced.

"What are you here for?" Murong Ji asked softly.

"Well...we, um, are, chivalrous." Wang Quan Baiye looked away and scratched the side of his face. He heaved a sigh of relief when he remembered that the mask was covering his face.

Looking at Wang Quan Baiye's embarrassed look, Murong Ji raised his eyebrows and tried not to laugh.

This kid is kind of cute.

Then he continued to ask: "You all saw what happened, right? There are some things that need you to settle." As he spoke, Murong Ji pointed at the corpses on the ground and the few living people.

"This damned man, and the surviving disciples of the Dao League."

"Leave it to me." Yang Yitan came forward and said in a deep voice. "And you! Your methods are too much. In order to prevent you from going the wrong way..." Yang Yitan suddenly said.

"No need, I know how to walk my own way."

Yang Yitan glanced at the corpses, his brows showing some pity. "These people are all disciples of the Dao League, and their families are extraordinary. It's a pity for them to die here."

Murong Ji's expression turned cold again. He turned his head slightly and asked in a deep voice, "Did those twenty or so villagers die in vain?"

“Just because they are valuable, do they deserve to be exchanged for the lives of those villagers? No, to be more precise, it’s killing.”

"That's not what I meant. I think they should die on the battlefield." Yang Yitan said very seriously. He really inherited the strict temperament of their Yang family.

Murong Ji sneered, "These people, can they still go to the battlefield? If they had that intention, they wouldn't be like this."

An extraordinary family background? !
I'm already cultivating immortality, why should I care about your family background?!

"Let's give it a try." Wang Quan Baiye said lightly.

It was a reminder, and then he moved instantly, the sword in his hand humming and flew out, attacking Murong Ji.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank in surprise. After he started fighting, he realized that Wang Quan Baiye's skills were not much worse than his.

In this world, the division of the realms of Taoism is not detailed, and the division method of the demon clan has always been used.

Little demon, big demon, demon king, great demon king, demon emperor, great demon emperor, oh yes, there is also a legendary level.

Compared with Murong Ji, his royal power at this time could reach the sixth level of Yuqing, or even higher.

Murong Ji took a step back, the Tianwen Sword came out of his body, then he took a bow step forward, lowered his body to gather strength, let his true energy flow, and swung the sword fiercely.

Half chop, half pick, a streak of sword energy was drawn.

Wang Quan Baiye stepped forward with his sword, wanting to slash the sword energy away. "Bang!" The sword in his hand flew out. This was a sword technique he had never seen before, and for a moment, he was a little dazed.

[Actual combat is indeed different from fighting an elder!] This was the only thought in Wang Quan Baiye's mind.

The next moment, Murong Ji punched him in the face, directly breaking the mask, leaving a fist mark on his face and a black eye.

"Great!"

Yang Yitan behind him let out a loud roar, full of fighting spirit, raised his sword and stepped forward, wanting to fight with Murong Ji.

Murong Ji turned his head suddenly and slapped out with his palm. The golden palm print whistled out and at the same time continued to condense, absorbing the spiritual energy and evil spirits around it. In the blink of an eye, it became several meters in size.

Great Merciful Palm!
"boom!"

The palm print hit Yang Yitan directly with such a huge force that he was knocked flying backwards. The palm print hit Yang Yitan and dissipated directly without any subsequent damage. It was just a temporary solution.

The two kids didn't have much experience in fighting, so it wasn't difficult to beat them, for fear of accidentally hurting them.

[Their cultivation is indeed quite good, but unfortunately, their foundation is not as solid as mine.]

In the blink of an eye, he had exchanged dozens of moves with the two men. Being a sparring partner was a very frustrating thing, so Murong Ji used a little heavy hands and made them feel like they were in ecstasy.

After dealing with the two people and making them unable to get up again, Murong Ji slowly let out a breath.

Then he glanced at the remaining seven Dao League disciples and said in a deep voice: "You have never done anything evil, so I can't kill you."

"However, I am not a good person. I can be spared the death penalty, but I cannot be forgiven for my crimes while I am alive."

As he spoke, a kind of mucus slowly oozed out of Murong Ji's body. It was black and looked a bit disgusting. The black mucus flowed on the ground and slowly turned into a human figure. Before the human figure was completely formed, the mucus suddenly pounced on the seven Taoist League disciples and hooked out their own three corpses on them.

That kind of communication of desire makes them feel unbearable, fearful and longing.

Gradually, the same black sticky liquid slowly seeped out of their bodies. When the liquid spread on their hands, it didn't seem to be real. It felt a bit like air.

Although it is qi, it is extremely condensed.

This thing seemed to have its own consciousness, constantly tickling their hearts and making them expose their most primitive desires.

For a moment, emotions such as shyness, panic, and anger were intertwined, and the seven people showed different reactions.

Unlike their panic and madness, Murong Ji looked at them expressionlessly and said calmly: "Throw away the six desires and three corpses, and enter the spiritual platform at a distance. This is your opportunity, but also your disaster."

"If you can really subdue the three corpses, your Taoism will be greatly improved. To be honest, your achievements in the Taoist Alliance will not be lower than those of the patriarchs of other families."

"If you can't survive this disaster, then you will stop here for the rest of your life..."

Murong Ji's voice was like a nightmare, rumbling in the ears of the seven people, and almost everyone could hear it clearly. He put away the Tianwen Sword and glanced at the two young masters, "You two, you have to deal with those families quickly."

"I hate trouble. When their family members come looking for me... I really won't be able to do anything..."

Then, he grabbed the two men by the back of their collars and walked towards the villagers.

In the middle of the night, Murong Ji knocked on every door, checking and treating the injured. Wang Quan Baiye and Yang Yitan had recovered a little, so they followed Murong Ji and watched him apply acupuncture and medicine.

After working until dawn, the three of them sat on a stone bench in the village and ate food brought by the villagers.

The two young masters ate with gusto. This kind of farmhouse meal was their first time. The different taste whetted their appetite.

The breeze brought a smell of blood. Yang Yitan paused while eating the cake, feeling a little disgusted. He slowed down and continued to eat with the wild vegetables.

Soon, bursts of suppressed crying were heard in the village.

The crying people were heartbroken. Yang Yitan put down the cake in his hand and turned around to look. Many families in the village began to paste white paper, indicating that someone in the family had passed away.

I didn't feel anything last night, but today, I felt so sad and helpless, and it was all because of crying.

For a moment, I lost my appetite.

I now understand why Murong Ji insisted on killing those Taoist Alliance disciples.

Murong Ji finished the cake in his hand. It was dry and there was no water flowing down, so there was no sweetness in it. He was not like those two fools who tried hard to swallow it.

Then, he looked up at the seven Dao League disciples standing in front of them in silence. There were still three corpses harassing him, but now he was used to it. As long as he didn't use his spiritual power, there would be no problem.

Murong Ji murmured, "If everyone in this village dies, then you can die with them."

The sound was not loud, but it scared the seven people.

Murong Ji used a water gathering technique, and the moisture in the air condensed instantly. Then he waved his sleeves lightly, and it turned into seven bans that sank into their bodies.

Talisman of life and death!
The original life and death talisman could only make people itch to death, but he had long ago changed it into a restriction spell, using water to carry the restriction spell, and the effect was surprisingly good.

It has not been used for many years. The last time it was used was on those five Taoist alliance members, torturing them to death. This time, it is just a warning.

After doing all this, Murong Ji said calmly, "Let's go!"

The sound was not loud, but it was particularly distant. Not long after, a cow suddenly jumped out of the village and followed Murong Ji closely.

Murong Ji stepped lightly and sat sideways on Huang Shiren's back. The man and the ox walked leisurely towards the official road.

Not long after, two people flew over on swords behind Murong Ji. They were Wang Quan Baiye and Yang Yitan.

The two put on their masks again and changed into new ones. Yang Yitan followed Murong Ji's instructions and bought one that could cover his entire face.

"Chen Mi, I know your abilities, please join us." Yang Yitan said softly.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the two children following behind him. They were about the same age as him, around ten years old, or maybe even a little older than him.

"Join you? Can I get training resources?"

Yang sighed and was silent for a moment, then said, "No, but I can do justice."

Murong Ji asked again, "Then can I get the cultivation method?"

Yang Yi sighed and fell silent again. The skills they practiced were the foundation of their respective families and must not be leaked out, so he said, "No, but you can be chivalrous."

"Damn, there's no benefit at all. Why would I join? Come on, guys, the sun is so hot. Let's go back and settle the issues in those villages first."

(End of this chapter)