Chapter 683: Xiu is a breath, and the breath falls and the body dies

After sending Cui Yuming Luan away, Murong Ji's face darkened. There were many things that he could not control now. No matter what he did, he needed to have strength in the end.

Wang Quan was clumsy and thought that Dongfang Gu Yue was not dead, so he could only wait until he reached their level of cultivation, the ninth level of Shangqing, or even the Taiqing realm.

After returning to the inn, Murong Ji couldn't sleep. The dozen or so people in the Masked Group were too important to the future situation of the human race.

If they are rescued, the power of the human race will increase greatly, and there may be no cooperation between the Demon Alliance and the Taoist Alliance in the future. The human race will only ask for something when it is in a weak position.

If the strength approaches or exceeds that of any demon clan, they will definitely destroy the other party at all costs. It is human nature, and there is nothing you can do about it, because he thinks the same way.

If he cannot save them, it will take him a lot of effort to reorganize the Taoist Alliance. It will take two or three generations to completely control it.

The next morning.

After having breakfast, Murong Ji and Liu'er Macaque hurried towards the human border.

"You went out last night?"

"Ah."

The two of them were moving at a fairly fast pace, and just after noon, they saw a long, dark dragon stretching endlessly across their sight.

At first glance, there's no end in sight.

Murong Ji stopped for a moment and looked carefully. The city wall was like a giant dragon walking on the land. The slightly arched part in the middle was the city wall on the border of the human race.

He let out a long breath, [If the Chinese race in the previous life had this kind of construction ability, they would probably have unified the world. ]

Suppressing all other thoughts in his mind, Murong Ji flew towards the city tower in the center on his sword.

Looking from close up, the high wall looks no different from an ancient city. If one must make a comparison, this wall is more spiritual. A large amount of spiritual power is filled in that huge and long wall.

[Isn't this also considered the power of heaven and earth? ]

Murong Ji thought to himself that if he were the one to guard this place, he could use the vigorous spiritual power inside the city wall to communicate with the power of heaven and earth here and transform himself into a demon king.

"It turns out that the human race's border is not just this section. The border on the other side of the Beishan Demon Country stretches over 90,000 miles, and it was all built and guarded by the royal family of the Demon Control Country."

"When the border was formed, it shocked a lot of people. It was also at that time that the third brother noticed the human race. Haha, it was also from then on that the Yu Yao Kingdom no longer cared about the rule of the Wang Quan family."

"The third elder discovered that although the human race is weak, they are more intelligent, have a faster and deeper understanding of magic, and are more advantageous than the demon race in the use of magic weapons and even the control of the power of heaven and earth."

"So we did some support. What he didn't expect was that the human race alone could afford to build and defend such a large border. The potential is higher than that of other races."

The words of the Six-Eared Macaque reminded Murong Ji of something.

It was probably from then on that the Third Young Master had more expectations for the Wang Quan Sword, until Wang Quan Wumu was born.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji nodded lightly. His attention was all on the city wall. He was not unfamiliar with this city wall - Tianmen Curse.

The feud between him and the Tianmen lineage can be said to be a long-standing one, almost twenty years old. In the past, he had often encountered disciples of the Tianmen lineage looking for trouble with him.

Now that he meets the ancestor of the Tianmen lineage again, Murong Ji feels that it is more than just fate.

"Are you planning to go out and rescue those people from the masked group?" The voice of Six-Eared Macaque sounded, which brought Murong Ji back to his senses.

"Isn't that what you wanted me to do?"

The six-eared macaque pursed his lips but said nothing.

Soon, the two arrived in front of the city. Looking up, the city wall of Tianmen Curse seemed to be facing the vast blue sky.

Standing tall, it makes people feel despair.

"The stones are built to support the sky, and even birds cannot fly over. This is the Heavenly Gate Curse." Murong Ji muttered a few words, and his gaze instantly shifted away and fell on the city wall.

On the huge city wall, in front of the tower gate, stood an injured old man.

The blood at the corner of his mouth had not yet completely dried, Murong Ji withdrew his gaze and fixed his eyes on the sword intent on the wall.

Wang Quan’s sword intention was correct. It seemed that the Masked Group had been out for not long.

A sword cut a hole more than three meters wide on the city wall.

"Who are you? This is the border of the human race! According to the Dao League's rules, anyone who leaves this area without permission will be killed! Retreat immediately!"

On top of the high wall, a young disciple of the Taoist Alliance shouted loudly. The voice that came through was not loud, but it was extremely clear.

Murong Ji looked at the distance between himself and the city wall, which was nearly three thousand miles! He was somewhat surprised that he could reach such a long distance just by shouting, without any sound wave skills such as sound transmission and soul searching.

"Haha, your cultivation is quite high." Murong Ji said lightly.

"Murong Ji, your value is much higher than those guys out there. It's better not to touch those things outside the circle before you master the power of heaven and earth."

"Come back with me, we'll think of other ways to save those little creatures." The six-eared macaque advised with a worried look on his face.

Murong Ji ignored him and waved his hand. He flew forward on his sword, but his speed was a little slower. He put his hands behind his back and looked up. When he got close to it, he realized how high and big the wall was. He opened his eyes, and golden light flowed in his pupils. He looked at the wall in front of him, and the forbidden patterns of the Tianmen Curse were clearly visible.

This spell was much more powerful than those used by several Tianmen disciples he had seen. It contained many forbidden methods that he had never seen before, and it opened Murong Ji's eyes.

Murong Ji memorized these forbidden spells carefully, then quickened his pace and headed towards the opening that was more than three meters wide.

"Step forward quickly! The frontier is the human border, and outside is a restricted area. Once you go out, there is no coming back. Stop immediately!"

The voice of Tianmen Taoist came from the top of the city wall, but Murong Ji ignored it.

He turned to the six-eared macaque and said, "You stay inside. I will go alone. If anything unexpected happens, I won't have the energy to protect you."

As he spoke, a rope quickly sprang out from Murong Ji's hand. It was a rope for tying up immortals! He directly tied up the six-eared macaque tightly.

Then, the rope carried the six-eared macaque and rushed towards the depths of the jungle in the human territory at a high speed.

"Hey, Murong Ji, what are you doing!" The six-eared macaque struggled continuously but could not break free from the rope. He could only watch Murong Ji's back gradually disappear.

This time, the Immortal Binding Rope did not completely restrain all her demonic powers, and still allowed the Six-Eared Macaque to have some ability to protect herself.

However, the rope seemed to have its own spirit and carried out Murong Ji's words completely.

Whenever the six-eared macaque tried to get close to the city wall, any movement would suppress all her magical powers and cause her to fall heavily to the ground, unable to even fly.

"Murong Ji!! You bastard! Come back here dead!" Seeing Murong Ji flying out of the city wall on his sword, the Six-Eared Macaque was helpless.

"It's over, we're in trouble. If Murong Ji dies outside, won't the third brother go crazy?!" The six-eared macaque was anxious and didn't know what to do.

Now she can't even report the news.

If it were in the past, he would have gone, at most the third brother would have been mad for a few days, or it would have been difficult to explain to Xiao Ronger.

Now, she really didn't want Murong Ji to take risks.

In front of the city wall, Murong Ji looked up at the tower above, chuckled, and with his hands behind his back, he flew into the three-meter-wide opening with his sword.

Not long after walking, I saw an old man standing outside a gap in the city.

Taoist of Tianmen.

Murong Ji bowed and saluted, "Greetings, senior."

"Ahem! Are you the new patriarch of the Taoist Alliance, Chen Mi?!"

"It's down."

"Listen to my advice and go back. Those guys probably won't come back. There's no need to sacrifice yourself for them."

Murong Ji cupped his hands again, "Please forgive me, senior. Those people can be considered my friends. It would be a pity to let them die outside. If I don't save them, I will be unable to concentrate."

Taoist Tianmen sighed and said, "Young man, listen to my advice. As long as you have the green mountains, you will never run out of firewood. In the future..."

"Senior." Murong Ji stood up straight, his face serious. "To me, cultivation is like life and death. Those who advance live, and those who retreat die. Once the spirit is born in my heart, it cannot be dispersed."

"Since I held the sword, I have been practicing with my breath. This breath can only be raised, but not let go. If the breath is lost, the body will die. Therefore, I am also called a Qi Refiner."

"The meaning of practicing Taoism is to keep your mind and spirit intact. Senior, why do you practice Taoism?"

As soon as Murong Ji finished speaking, Tianmen Taoist became dazed and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Murong Ji shook his head and chuckled, without saying much, "There is someone outside who I like. He is in danger, so I will leave first. Daoist friend, please think carefully and contemplate. Goodbye."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji's figure flashed, and when he appeared again, he was already thousands of miles away.

The hand that Tianmen Taoist stretched out to stop was still in the air, but he only caught a residual shadow.

He turned around and looked at Murong Ji in astonishment. Just as he was about to persuade him again, Murong Ji's figure standing quietly outside slowly disappeared, leaving only an afterimage.

Lingbo Weibu!

A magical skill that has long been rumored in the Taoist Alliance.

Now that I see it for the first time, a feeling of pity and despair lingers in my heart.

At that moment, Tianmen Taoist actually hoped that Murong Ji did not have this set of body skills, so that he could successfully intercept Murong Ji and those young people.

After crossing the abyss, Murong Ji lowered his head and looked downward. The abyss was still deep, dark, and bottomless. It was no different from the barrier on Wuhuang Mountain. He was also familiar with the power contained in it.

The sword was suspended in mid-air. He looked up and forward. The sky was filled with dark clouds and fog. The outside world was like a deep river under the sea. The sun could not penetrate and only faint light leaked in.

It allows people to barely see the surrounding environment, but it doesn't look very real.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly. The air here was a little unusual, just like a dark and damp forest, with a faint smell of decay.

(End of this chapter)