Chapter 687: The Masked Group Lying Outside the Circle
Most of the current Tushan system was established by them. This kind of fox tribe may not be very powerful, but they are extremely beautiful.

The other type is the three sisters of Tushan, the folded-ear foxes, who have a close relationship with the giant tree of bitterness.

"You are Tushan Fox Demon! Who is this senior? Why don't you tell me your name so that I can get to know you better!"

"Hahahaha! If I were the Tushan fox demon, your Tushan would have become my territory long ago! How could those three little foxes have the right to make the decision?!"

Murong Ji was startled, his brows slightly lowered, his mind kept working, "Did the fox tribe from Tushan contact you?! Did they collude with you?"

As soon as the voice fell, the black fox suddenly stopped laughing. Without waiting for someone to speak, Murong Ji said again: "The dark power of the bitter giant tree, the former master of Tushan..."

Murong Ji thought a lot.

Before Tushan Honghong completely took control of Tushan, there was a foster mother who raised the three sisters. According to documents from Gubaozhai, the two had a contest, but the specific outcome is unknown.

After that, the former Tushan Lord took part of the Tushan Fox Clan and left. Not long after, his sister also took part of the clan members and left Tushan.

Since then, Tushan's strength has greatly declined, and it can't even form a decent defensive force.

Murong Ji frowned slightly as he looked at it. The fox looked more and more familiar, and was extremely similar to the portrait preserved in Gu Bao Zhai.

There was a golden light in his eyes, and his pair of dark eyes saw through the fox thoroughly.

Then, Murong Ji sneered, "I thought so. It turns out that he is an existence that imitates the appearance and state of the Lord of Tushan."

"It's not easy for you to cultivate to this level. If you are given more time, I'm afraid you will become a real fox demon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and several sword energies directly wiped out his intelligence.

Although I don’t know how the former Lord of Tushan negotiated with the creatures outside this circle, or if there is any reason or hidden story behind it.

None of it matters now, what matters is that she dies.

In an instant, the flames swallowed up everything, and the thousand-mile sea of ​​fire burned the last trace of black mist, melting it into the most primitive breath of heaven and earth.

Murong Ji frowned slightly and murmured, "The original mother of the black fox? So the black fox has entered the circle now? Even Tushan? Why can't I find any trace of her?!!"

"bump!"

"Buzz!"

Looking up, I saw six balls of mist of various colors constantly hitting the huge cauldron.

The light of Kunlongque kept shaking, but it was always able to remain stable.

This formation, in the world of Zhu Xian, is what the Ghost King uses to capture the spiritual beasts of heaven and earth. It is naturally powerful, and he has continuously improved and modified it. If it is easily broken, he will not be able to get out of the circle.

"Six demon kings are here to attack a small cultivator like me, hehe!"

Murong Ji laughed awkwardly, but he was a little surprised in his heart. In such a small area, there were six demon king-level beings.

It really broke the circle, how many people can survive? ! !
Murong Ji looked down and casually took out a bead. In an instant, endless soul energy sank into it. Without the purple mist to carry it, the power of heaven and earth here should have returned to heaven and earth.

But he was trapped in this formation. Murong Ji tried to control the smelted aura of heaven and earth and incorporate it all into the Fulong Ding.

The next moment, endless power of heaven and earth poured into the cauldron. Carrying the power of heaven and earth, the Fulong Cauldron became a little heavier. Even the space around its bronze body was slowly distorted.

With enough power to support it, the Fulong Ding stabilized instantly. In a short period of time, no matter how the six demon kings tossed it around, they could not do anything to it.

Murong Ji came to the bottom of the tripod, held the bottom of the huge top with one hand, and pushed hard, but the Fulong Tripod did not move at all. The world is heavy, and it cannot be lifted up by just lifting it.

There was no other way. Murong Ji could only use the method of controlling the weapon to move the Fulong Ding. Once he was able to move it, Murong Ji let out a long breath.

With a wave of his left hand, the five-sided formation flags instantly shrank in range and gathered around Murong Ji, forming an area of ​​ten meters in radius.

He rose up from the tripod and continued to chase in the direction of Wang Quan Baiye and the others.

The wind was whistling, and the Fulong Ding was too heavy, so its speed was not fast. He turned his head slightly to look behind him. Behind him, six groups of thick fog were following him closely, but their speed was a little slower than his.

Murong Ji's forehead was slightly covered with sweat. Although he was now at the fourth level of Shangqing, he was unable to bear the power of heaven and earth by himself.

In his cultivation plan, to be able to completely bear the power of heaven and earth, one must have at least the eighth level of Shangqing strength.

Being able to stably control the Zhu Xian Sword Formation is the true meaning of carrying the power of heaven and earth.

With his current strength, it is not a problem to control the power of heaven and earth by relying on formations, but his combat effectiveness is extremely poor.

If you meet a warlike demon king like Tushan Honghong or Shi Kuan, you will only be beaten.

If they were not careful, they would have added another head.

Turning around, Murong Ji continued to leap forward, using the Samadhi True Fire to clear a path, clearing away the fog, and going deeper and deeper.

Murong Ji had no idea how big the area outside the circle was. In his impression, the area inside the circle was much larger than the world he lived in in his previous life. In a short distance, several demon kings from outside the circle appeared behind Murong Ji. They were of different colors. Although they could not break Murong Ji's defense, they could wear him down.

Murong Ji's pace was getting slower and slower, and the sweat on his forehead was getting more and more.

Looking back, he saw only thick fog. He had no idea how far this place was from the human border.

With his current level of cultivation, it would take him three days to get from Tushan to Beishan. To travel such a long distance, and to be under pressure from ten Demon Kings and that group of masked soldiers, the pressure must be too great.

"You bunch of bastards are killing me! You really can't act with such stupid teammates." Murong Ji cursed, swallowed a pill, recovered some of his true energy, and continued to fly forward.

Tushan.

Under the tree of bitterness.

Inside the tree hole, endless tree roots were entangled, intertwined, and constantly twisting, tightly binding a figure.

The man was wearing a clean white jersey. He looked very clean. He slowly raised his head, which had been lowered, and stared blankly ahead with a look of doubt and surprise on his face.

After a long silence, he slowly came back to his senses, slowly exhaled, calmed his mind, and thought about it again. At that moment just now, it was as if he was disconnected from something.

"This is……"

Feng Xi murmured to himself in disbelief. The feeling was truly too wonderful, as if he had broken free from his shackles. The sky was high and the earth was vast, and he could fly from now on.

Not long after, wisps of black mist-like power slowly emerged from Feng Xi's body. To be precise, this was not a weapon, but a kind of energy that seemed to be there and not there.

This thing gathered more and more, and even began to absorb the power from the roots of the giant tree of suffering.

That dark power.

Feng Xi slowly spread out his palms and looked at the wisps of black air lingering around his fingertips in disbelief.

After realizing what this thing was, the excitement on his face could not be suppressed.

"God helps me!" He murmured to himself with extraordinary certainty, his tone filled with madness and uncontrollable excitement.

She seemed a little crazy.

He originally thought that by combining the consciousness he brought back from his trip outside the circle with the dark power of the giant bitter tree, he could be able to regenerate the Tushan fox demon.

The fact was just as she thought, a black fox that met all her requirements and was perfect to the extreme. A fox that could accommodate itself and was even closer to the bitter tree than the three sisters of Tushan.

After all her calculations, she had not anticipated that what she brought back was merely a scattered thought of a creature outside the circle, not its true form, and could not be considered a completely new creature.

When the black fox was born, she ended up making wedding dresses for others. The creature outside the circle became the mother of the black fox and had little to do with her.

Now, the black fox mother has been wiped out by Murong Ji! The black fox creatures that still exist in the circle can only rely on her to survive, making her the new black fox mother.

“Hahaha!! God is helping me, God is really helping me!”

Bursts of laughter continuously echoed in the tree hole. At the same time, Feng Xi was also constantly absorbing the blackened power from the roots of the giant bitter tree.

The laughter gradually faded away, and the tree hole returned to silence.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, there was a sound at the door again, and Tu Shan Honghong walked in step by step, carrying a food box...

Outside the circle.

Murong Ji drove the tripod forward, and he was not sure how long he had been walking. When he glanced down, he actually saw something.

That was a magic weapon of Li Quzhuo, but now it was broken, as if it had been broken by something and was stuck upside down on the ground.

Murong Ji frowned slightly and looked at the remaining sword intent on it, the sword intent of royal power.

"They are not far away!"

He sped up and walked forward several thousand meters. Murong Ji took a glance and his heart sank to the bottom.

Li Zizai's gourd was smashed by something, leaving only half of it. There were three broken swords stuck in his body. It was clear that he died at the hands of Wang Quan Baiye.

His arms and legs were bent, broken by the Mu family's fist. His chest was collapsed, collapsed by a palm strike.

On the stone wall not far from him, there is a figure embedded. The Deng family, which specializes in the study of petrification, has a long history in the Taoist Alliance. The title of 'Immovable Ksitigarbha' is not for nothing.

The current 'Immovable Jizo', who has the strongest defense among the Masked Group, was hit in the chest by a huge tree and nailed to death on the cliff. His hands were crippled by the Zhang family's black sword, and his lower body was transformed by Qing Muyuan.

Below him, Qing Muyuan was pierced through the throat and chest by the fragments of her own magic weapon, Yu Ruyi. Her chest was split open by the Zhang family's black sword, her bellyband was turned open, revealing her chest on both sides.

Ji Wuji, the man with the wind and thunder wings, was torn apart alive, with the sword wounds of the Zhang family, the sword intent of the Wang Quan family, the fist of Mu Shenqi, and the petrification technique of Deng Qiyue.

(End of this chapter)