Chapter 653: What realm is the Third Young Master in?
"With his strength, he was beaten so badly by Wang Quan Baiye. I guess he is hiding his abilities."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone gasped. Li Zizai was a little surprised. They knew Murong Ji's strength. Although they had only been in contact with him for a short time, they could roughly understand what kind of person he was.

"Brother Chen, have you fought with him?"

Murong Ji nodded and said, "In terms of using fire alone, the two sisters of the Dongfang family are definitely not his opponents. If we talk about cultivation, even with the Dongfang Divine Fire, only Dongfang Huaizhu can fight with Jin Renfeng for dozens of moves. Dongfang Huaizhu will definitely lose."

"Is Jin Renfeng really that powerful?! Can he be more powerful than my second brother?! This shouldn't be possible!" Li Quzhuo exclaimed, not quite believing it.

Murong Ji's eyes darkened slightly, "Do you think Yang Yitan is so powerful? If he really has an invincible foundation and means, you should call him Big Brother."

"It is true that you have obtained the secret teachings of the Dao League, but you have made a mistake. The secret teachings of the Dao League are not a heritage restriction. What you have learned and understood all come from the heritage of various families. It does not mean that you are the chosen one."

Murong Ji sneered, and then continued: "Let alone other things, if you have good aptitude, you must be stronger than others!"

After Murong Ji finished speaking, Li Quzhuo's face looked unhappy. No one likes a lesson that "smells like daddy".

"Second brother, you may not have noticed yesterday." Li Zizai suddenly said, "Every time my elder brother used his sword yesterday, he was very accurate and embarrassed himself, but he was not seriously injured. He had enough strength to fight back."

"Oh! You all saw it! So, I was the only one who was stupid enough to think he was weak!" Li Quzhuo felt a little disappointed. Why did he tell him now? How embarrassing!

As we were talking, the sun was already overhead, but Wang Quanheye had not yet returned...

A few people were waiting boredly, and Li Quzhuo said, "How about we go and take a look?!"

They all looked at Murong Ji, and Murong Ji also turned to look at them, "Let's go!"

Before I found Wang Quan Baiye, I saw him walking back by himself.

"Ah~ We thought you were missing, brother..."

Murong Ji: "Yeah, I also thought that you were not going to Wuhuang Mountain and were planning to go back to the inn to sleep..."

Wang Quan Baiye smiled but said nothing, but he kept holding the scabbard in his hand.

Murong Ji opened his eyes and looked, there were only eight words on it: July 7th, Bamboo Pavilion on the Huai River.

While they were joking, everyone had already seen the top of Wuhuang Mountain.

From afar, the sky was covered with clouds and mist, and it was full of gloomy clouds, as if it was a dead place.

Wuhuang Mountain is located on the border of the Southern Kingdom, very close to the circle drawn by the Third Young Master. It can almost be said that Wuhuang Mountain is the boundary of that circle.

When he arrived at the foot of Wuhuang Mountain, Murong Ji looked around and saw endless poisonous gas constantly spreading through the mountains, with poisonous fog and poisonous weeds everywhere.

Standing at the foot of this mountain, Murong Ji felt a chill down his spine.

"Why does this Wuhuang Mountain feel a little... weird? This feeling makes me very uncomfortable." Li Quzhuo frowned and muttered.

The others were all staring at Wuhuang Mountain, and no one answered him.

Everyone looked a little strange, staring blankly at the top of the mountain. The entire Wuhuang Mountain was filled with purple poisonous gas, poisonous insects, and poisonous plants, the toxicity of which was beyond their imagination.

Murong Ji, however, liked this place a little. The poisonous insects and plants here were a treasure to him!

Poison and medicine are inseparable.

Poison can also be a rare medicinal ingredient, not to mention that he has the means to refine these poisons.

However, there are many more difficulties when going up the mountain.

Murong Ji turned his head and looked at Wang Quan Baiye and the other two. He wondered how long their spiritual power could last. If they wanted to survive in this poisonous miasma, they had to cover their entire body with spiritual power.

However, this will increase the consumption of spiritual energy. If you encounter any special situation and fight together, the spiritual energy will be completely consumed within a dozen breaths.

On Wuhuang Mountain, it is impossible to breathe, and if the poison gas enters the body, the person will surely die.

I was afraid that I would be poisoned to death before I reached the top of the mountain.

Wang Quan Baiye naturally thought about these things, but he didn't care about them. What he cared about was that feeling.

This mountain always gave him the feeling that he would surely die if he climbed up there.

"Let's go up." Wang Quan Baiye came back to his senses and said softly.

The Li brothers covered their bodies with spiritual power, ready to use magic weapons in case of emergencies.

Soon, Wang Quan Baiye took the lead and flew up on his sword, heading towards the top of Wuhuang Mountain. Li Quzhuo followed closely behind him, and Li Zizai followed behind to cover their retreat.

Murong Ji stood there without moving, frowning as he looked at the thick poisonous gas on the mountain.

If you savor it carefully, it's just like the feeling he had when he first came into contact with the "Heavenly Way" in Under One Person. Although there are some differences between the two, Murong Ji subconsciously feels that these two ways of entering the power of heaven and earth have some similarities in form.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji's gaze fell on the vast purple mist again, as if someone was spying on him...

Huang Shiren watched Wang Quan Baiye and the other two disappear into the vast poisonous gas and couldn't help but feel anxious. Exploring with others, you can help if you encounter any problems. If they fall behind, I'm afraid... the master can't handle it!
"Young Master?!" he called softly.

Murong Ji came back to his senses, nodded, flew up on his sword and plunged into the poison gas. Huang Shiren hurriedly followed, while also being alert to changes in the poison gas to prevent any accidents.

Wuhuang Mountain is extremely vast, covering a large area. There is no small mountain that can occupy a "vein".

Murong Ji looked down. The Wuhuang Mountain was a long mountain range. It could be said to be the largest mountain in the South. The surrounding mountain peaks were in sight, and in fact, they were more than ten thousand miles away from here.

Murong Ji descended along the mountainside, and under Huang Shiren's puzzled gaze, he set up an array pattern, took out the Divine Wood King Cauldron, and placed it at the center of the array.

He took out another pitch-black jade bead and placed it on the Divine Wood King Cauldron.

In an instant, endless poisonous gas surged wildly and slowly flowed into the cauldron. After smelting, it was absorbed by the white jade beads.

"Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji flew up on his sword and chased after Wang Quan Baiye and the other two.

Along the way, Murong Ji was still thinking in his heart. The feeling he had just had at the foot of the mountain was really similar to the feeling of the existence of those "gods" in the world of Under One Person.

Those gods rely on their own principles and exist above the restrictions. To be specific, it is like living in a fictional world, transforming themselves into something like a "fake heaven" and existing in the form of laws.

And the Tianshi Degree is one of the checkpoints.

Now that he had entered Wuhuang Mountain, Murong Ji's feeling became even stronger. However, it was different from a ban. It was another method that he did not understand. It was to allow himself to exist in a regulated manner.

Murong Ji came back to his senses, slowly exhaled a breath, looked up, and saw that he had caught up with Wang Quan Baiye and his three companions. The three of them seemed to be waiting for him.

To everyone's surprise, nothing dangerous happened during the climb up the mountain except for the endless purple poisonous gas.

They reached the top of the mountain and stood on it, looking to the other side. It was pitch black and deep, and with the thick fog covering the sky, it seemed even more eerie.

On the other side of the mountainside of Wuhuang Mountain, there is an abyss that is a hundred miles wide.

It was deep and dark, with endless fog surging in it, as if there were some horrible creatures or something incomprehensible hidden beneath the abyss.

Thick purple poisonous gas covered the sky, and the occasional ray of sunlight seemed to be God's mercy.

It was a little dim, but I could still barely make out the various colors of the fog on the other side of the abyss.

What's strange is that the mist kept surging, but the various colors were incompatible and clearly distinct, as if someone was controlling the mist.

Just like Huandu Qingtian, the poison gas can be manipulated to gather into various shapes.

Outside that circle, there seemed to be a kind of magic that kept telling me to come out… come out… come out…

It bewitches their subconscious and constantly lures them to step out of the circle.

"Oh my goodness! Is that the outside world?! This is really terrifying, brother. Each color represents a creature outside the circle. Look at these various colors. There are actually a group of them outside the border of this southern country!"

Li Quzhuo's voice seemed to wake several people up from that strange state in an instant. It felt like waking up from a dream, but it also seemed like it was just an illusion.

Murong Ji's gaze fell on the abyss, which was the circle drawn by the Third Young Master with a stick. No one knew how deep it was, but the energy contained in it was indeed astonishing.

Murong Ji could feel that if that energy was directed at him, he would definitely die, without even the slightest chance to fight back.

[Taiqing Hedao! No...] Murong Ji frowned slightly. He had always been vague about the realm of the Third Young Master. According to his understanding, he should be at the Taiqing realm, but had not yet reached the Hedao stage.

It is much higher than his cultivation level in the Zhu Xian world.

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead. The world of Zhu Xian was a newly formed world. Many things touched the origin of heaven and earth. At the beginning of the opening and closing of heaven and earth, the upper limit was generally very high.

As far as he knew, the Third Young Master had lived for quite a while.

In other words, the upper limit of this world is much higher than that of Zhu Xian World! But many things are similar!
No matter how big or small the world is, everything that is needed is there. [If I return to the realm of Taiqing, how far am I from the Third Young Master? ]

He was unsure and had no idea, so he could only experiment a little bit.

After exhaling a breath and about to speak, Murong Ji suddenly closed his mouth and turned his head to look at the purple mist on the side.

There seems to be something hidden in it.

There were a few traces flickering faintly, which seemed to be living beings, but there were no signs of living beings. These ghosts seemed to be afraid of their strength and did not dare to move forward. They could only keep spying in the poisonous fog.

(End of this chapter)