Chapter 647: Rebirth Triple? Not bad!
Murong Ji collected his thoughts and looked up at the purple poisonous gas that filled the sky and turned into smoke.

He flipped his hand, grasped the Tianwen Sword, squinted his eyes slightly, found the right time, and swung the sword as if he was slaying ghosts and gods. He aroused the momentum of heaven and earth and suppressed the endless poisonous gas that was spreading over.

"How can it be!"

A scream came from behind him, but Murong Ji didn't even look at it. To pay attention to anything else at this time would be disrespectful to his opponent and a disregard for his own life.

Murong Ji stared at Huan Du Qingtian below, his expression becoming even more solemn.

For an expert, one can tell a person’s strength just by seeing him make a move.

In addition, there are some special moves. Generally speaking, if these moves do not overwhelm the opponent, or if they are at the same level, they will not affect the outcome of the battle.

Fundamentally, it is still a competition of the most fundamental things: essence, energy and spirit.

The essence of fighting is comparison, comparing who has more strength, who has stronger resistance, who has a stronger mind, and other basic things.

Behind Murong Ji, a group of six people stared at his back in a daze.

At this moment, they were all a little surprised that Murong Ji's strength was so high!
A hundred meters in front of Murong Ji, it seemed as if it was cut in half by a sword. The sword mark had not yet completely disappeared, forming a long straight line.

In the distance, there was a sky full of purple poisonous gas, which was constantly surging like waves. No matter how it surged, it would not cross the line.

In the direction closer to Murong Ji, the sky was clear without a trace of poisonous gas, and there was not even a trace of clouds. It seemed as if there was some power that was blocking the endless poisonous gas outside.

The confrontation between the two men gradually intensified. The poison gas and the sword force were clearly separated, as if the power of the two sides was crushing and confronting each other.

"Can the human race... also utilize the power of heaven and earth?" Dongfang Huaizhu murmured to himself, his heart burning with excitement again.

Wang Quan Baiye turned his head and looked at Dongfang Huaizhu, chuckling, "So far, no human has been found to be able to use the power of heaven and earth. Brother Chen's method is another way to use the sword, sword power."

"Unlike the royal sword intent, the power of the sword cannot be underestimated."

Everyone looked over and saw Murong Ji standing in the front. His back looked like that of a peerless master. All the fantasies of childhood seemed to have materialized at this moment.

"My dear brother, may I ask if the Chen family is recruiting guests?" Ximen Chuisha gently shook the Snow Mist Imperial Fan in his hand and looked at Wang Quan Baiye and asked.

Ximen Chuisha looked at Murong Ji with a burning gaze, and there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart, of submission! The kind that could not even think of resisting him when seeing him.

Wang Quan Baiye was startled, then said, "They should have been recruited. The Chen family has only been around for a short time and has a shallow foundation. They can only rely on retainers to act as a facade."

Ximen Chuisha let out a long breath, smiled and bowed to Wang Quan Baiye as a thank you.

Not far ahead, Murong Ji stood with his hands behind his back, confronting Huan Du Qingtian, which made people silent for a long time. Both of them tried to invade each other's territory by various means.

But he was never able to achieve his wish. Murong Ji looked up at the sky and saw the purple mist that seemed to be cut by a sword, as well as his own invisible endless sword power.

[It is almost impossible to defeat this old man in the field of 'imperial law'. ]

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath of foul air and said, "Senior, please teach me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji leaned over and rushed towards Huan Du Qingtian. His figure was like a sharp sword, unstoppable.

"Hmph, well timed!" Huan Du Qingtian tapped the pipe in his hand, took out the pipe, and slowly filled it with tobacco.

In a flash, Murong Ji approached and slashed with a sword. The fierce murderous aura startled Huan Du Qingtian.

In a hurry, he used his pipe to block Murong Ji's sword.

However, he was also knocked back half a step by this sword.

At this time, Huan Du Qingtian looked at Murong Ji straight in the eye, somewhat surprised.

"This sword technique..."

Before he could finish his words, Murong Ji attacked again with fierce force. Every blow almost shattered the demonic power that Huan Du Qingtian had just condensed, without exception.

After taking the initiative, Murong Ji also knew his own limitations. If he wanted to defeat him with just these few swords, then his five thousand years as the Demon King of Nanchu would be in vain.

After three moves, Murong Ji glanced back and saw that endless demonic power and poisonous gas were slowly sweeping over from the sky.

Although it was said to be slow, in fact the speed was not slow at all, and in the blink of an eye it was behind Murong Ji.

Murong Ji frowned and took a step back, keeping a safe distance from Huan Du Qingtian.

He turned around and sent the black jade bead out directly. In an instant, it absorbed most of the endless poisonous gas and demonic power that gathered.

"What a magic weapon!"

Huan Du Qingtian's voice came from behind Murong Ji, seemingly everywhere.

As he spoke, he turned around and attacked with the Ten Thousand Poisons Shocking Sky Palm.

Murong Ji's heart trembled, and he hurriedly sent out a golden palm print several meters high.

"bump!"

"Whoosh!" The palm prints were smashed into each other and disappeared in the endless purple poisonous fog. The generated energy created a new space.

The moment the two men fought, endless poisonous gas surrounded Murong Ji. The sky was full of purple poisonous gas, making it impossible to see the situation clearly.

These poisonous gases seemed to have consciousness and kept drilling into Murong Ji's body. After the poisonous gases penetrated into Murong Ji's body, there was no movement again.

Assimilated by the blood and qi, digested by the five internal organs...completely transformed into Murong Ji's true spiritual power.

Murong Ji's eyes moved around, looking at the poisonous fog, but he could not see Huan Du Qingtian's figure. His heart sank, [This old guy has turned into poisonous fog! ]

"jingle!"

An inexplicable bell sounded, Murong Ji's heart sank, a bad premonition came, and he hurriedly flew away.

Three transparent ripples suddenly appeared at his original position, rippling slowly. With the purple smoke blocking them, it was really not easy to be discovered!
"Sonic poison power!" Murong Ji slowly landed on the ground and looked at the rippling waves again, allowing them to pass through his body.

The poisonous gas flows through the acupuncture points and enters the body, where it is assimilated by one's own qi, blood and true essence.

No threat.

"The ancient treasure house in Tushan records that the Southern Poison Emperor Huan Du Qing Tian and his wife had a magical treasure to seal their love, the Purple Joy Golden Bell. This golden bell can attract people's souls and poison them."

As soon as Murong Ji finished speaking, the Purple Huan Golden Bell rang again, and waves of sound spread, passing through Murong Ji's body and rippling towards the back.

Still no effect.

In the purple mist, Huan Du Qingtian's old face suddenly appeared. He looked at Murong Ji in amazement and said, "You are the first among humans to have a body that is more resilient than the monsters!"

"In the past thousand years, I have only seen the man from Beishan who can compete with you physically. Boy, what kind of magic is this?!"

Murong Ji took a step forward, clasped his fists and said, "No matter how high your talent is, it cannot be higher than the sky, and no matter how solid your foundation is, it cannot be stronger than the earth. It is better to imitate the heaven and earth. This move is called, Imitating Heaven and Earth."

Huan Du Qingtian nodded, "Tushan has a unique skill that can make himself bigger, also called Fa Tian Xiang Di. It is incomparable with your skill!"

Murong Ji laughed and said, "Senior, I have already taken the lead. Please give me some pointers."

Huan Du Qingtian was somewhat speechless, "I, an old man, only know a few tricks. If you want to see the Southern Country's poison technique, you have come to the wrong person."

Murong Ji paused, feeling like he was being taken advantage of for free. The old guy was unwilling to use his best tricks, and there was nothing he could do about him.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled, "I'm sorry, junior." He swung his sword and directly split Huan Du Qingtian's figure into pieces.

His entire body turned into endless purple mist again.

"Invisible and formless, the body turns into a myriad of poisons." At this moment, Murong Ji carefully felt the Qi and came to the position of Huandu Qingtian.

Relying on his combat sense, Murong Ji could clearly feel his movements and position within seven meters around him.

Within fifteen meters, his position can be accurately sensed.

When it was over twenty meters, Murong Ji felt it.

This is a feeling that comes from years of fighting, and it is extremely accurate. No matter what means are used, as long as they are close to this range, Murong Ji can sense it.

This body that is susceptible to all poisons reminded him of the secret method of the Trinity Sect, the Threefold Rebirth.

"Go with the flow to avoid Ji Suan's disaster, go against the flow to achieve Hui Yuan Gong." Murong Ji murmured. Then, looking at the endless poisonous gas that continued to gather around him, he held his breath.

With a flip of his hand, he put away the Tianwen Sword.

He shouted loudly: "I also have a trick, please give me some advice, senior."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji's figure suddenly disintegrated and turned into billowing white mist. The purple mist surged, and the wind it created slowly blew Murong Ji's clothes to the ground.

Compared with other purple poisonous gases, this white gas seems a little weak and pitiful, just like the child that is the easiest to bully.

The white mist, however, remained together and would not disperse, regardless of the impact of the purple poisonous gas. In the end, they would all gather together.

“A body that is immune to all poisons! How can you be immune to all poisons!” Huan Du Qingtian’s astonished voice came from the misty fog.

After a while, it turned into a face, gathering endless poisonous gas and surrounding Murong Ji.

"You are an outsider!"

The white mist instantly gathered into Murong Ji, but it was still hanging in the air. "Don't slander me! I am from the serious circle! Besides, have you ever seen a creature from outside the circle talk to you so kindly?!"

"Just because you have a body that is immune to all poisons, other people can't understand the third level of Rebirth?!" Murong Ji accused with a dark face, and at the same time, put on his clothes.

"The third level of reverse life? Not bad!"

Huan Du Qingtian watched Murong Ji turn into white mist again. This time, the mist supported his clothes and danced slowly in the air.

(End of this chapter)