Chapter 688: Some died, some were disabled.

Zhang Zheng, the Black Sword, died in a rather beautiful way, as a beam of light pierced his head, and the wound emitted a pitch-black luster, but he died at the hands of his own enemy. Needless to say, it was Yang Yitan's doing.

Murong Ji took a quick glance around the entire masked group and found that almost none of them had a good ending.

The weak ones were torn into pieces, while the strong ones were able to keep themselves intact, but their death looked more beautiful.

After a long silence, Murong Ji couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. The end of a genius?
Feel nothing.

What is a genius? Only those who survive are called geniuses.

Compared to the Masked Group who are very talented and became famous at a young age, he prefers the quiet and down-to-earth genius like Zhang Xiaofan.

The right way is to cultivate yourself while sharpening your mind.

"There are still four missing."

Murong Ji muttered to himself, driving the Fulong Ding to search carefully ahead.

Not far away, I saw a few people.

Yu Ding pressed down and covered several people with Kunlongque, then slowly fell in front of the four people and glanced over them.

Around these four people, there were seven or eight magical weapons of various types, all of good quality. They seemed to be Li Quzhuo's most valuable treasures.

Use magic weapons to set up a formation to protect the four people.

Murong Ji frowned and looked at the four people. Each of them looked very embarrassed.

Wang Quan Baiye was covered with scars, with a sword wound on his chest running from his shoulder to his ribs, which was caused by Zhang family's black sword.

After hastily stopping the bleeding, new wounds appeared on top of the wound. Murong Ji could even see his internal organs. He was able to hold on until now only because of his solid cultivation foundation and his last breath.

Behind him, lying there was Wang Quanzui, breathing barely a breath, having been stabbed from behind to the chest by a hand. The wound on the hole could not be blocked, and blood was still oozing out.

Half of his body was almost cut in half by the sword, from the left chest to the right abdomen, with only a little flesh still attached at the back.

This kind of injury is almost fatal on the spot.

How ironic it is that the eldest daughter of the Wang Quan family died at the hands of Wang Quan's sword.

I wonder if the black fox did it on purpose.

Murong Ji glanced at Wang Quan Baiye. This guy had a very strong will and was trying hard to hold on on the brink of collapse.

Turning back and looking down, Wang Quanzui had half a pill of rhubarb in his mouth. The other half, crushed, was scattered on the wound in his waist and abdomen.

Murong Ji sniffed the smell gently, and it was indeed the smell of rhubarb pill. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

This thing is his most precious treasure, the kind that can save his life.

Apart from Tu Shan Rongrong, Huang Shiren, and his own mother Mang Shirui, he didn't even have Xiao Ning, and only knew her name.

As for the rest, I don’t even know their names.

Where did the pill on Wang Quanzui come from?! It's too late to investigate now.

Next to Wang Quanzui lay Li Quzhuo, with nothing below his knees. Above the knees, half of his legs were stained black. The damage from the Zhang family's black sword almost wiped out Li Quzhuo's legs in one blow.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows, [This Black Sword Zhang Zheng is quite powerful! It's a pity that he died! ]

Li Quzhuo also had other injuries on his body, but they were much lighter than those of the others. He had the most magic weapons, so he was the first target.

After being seriously injured, he was the one who managed to save most of his foundation.

Behind these people, the person Wang Quan Baiye was vaguely on guard against was Yang Yitan.

At this time, Yang sighed. The third eye on his forehead was dug out by himself and was held in his hand. He was the most seriously injured. His left arm was dissolved by Qing Muyuan. Now, almost half of his body was corroded by that power.

The right leg was almost petrified, that was Deng Qiyue's petrification technique.

From the front to the back, Wang Quan's sword intent, Zhang family's black sword, lightning, wind blade, and Li Zizai's flying knife were all left on Yang Yitan's body.

At the beginning, the person attacked by everyone was Yang Yitan!
“Tsk tsk tsk, to be able to survive until now, Yang Yitan, your basic skills are really solid.”

Murong Ji's voice instantly woke up the three people who were still in a slumber. The moment they looked at Murong Ji vigilantly and confirmed that it was him, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Yang Yitan couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground, his life slowly fading away. Seeing Murong Ji again was probably his last wish.

Murong Ji hurriedly took a step forward and quickly pierced the silver needles in his hand into the acupuncture points all over his body. He then used both hands to close his fatal wounds, repaired the remaining half of his body, and quickly stopped the bleeding.

The petrified right leg was completely disabled, so they had to saw it off in a hurry and think of other ways later.

After treating Yang Yitan's wound so as not to kill him on the spot, he broke off half of a pill and stuffed it into his mouth to help him dissolve the drug's power and keep him alive.

She hurried to Wang Quanzui again. If she didn't take care of this girl, she would really die.

Without having time to say anything more, Murong Ji hurriedly threw a pill to Li Quzhuo and Wang Quan Baiye to save their lives.

He squatted down beside Wang Quanzui and was about to feed her the pill to keep her alive, but then he thought of the rhubarb pill, paused for a moment, and took the pill back. He mobilized his true energy to help her dissolve the power of the rhubarb pill and used his hands to heal the wound on her chest.

Only then did he carefully examine her injuries.

When he raised his head, he saw Wang Quanzui's half-open eyes, and his spirits improved a lot, "Big... Big brother... it hurts..."

The murmuring voice was a little weak. Wang Quanzui could only vaguely see a figure. Gradually, it became clear in front of his eyes, and it was Murong Ji's face.

"It's already cut in half, how can it not hurt?"

Murong Ji said perfunctorily, pieced Wang Quanzui's body back together, and then quickly healed the fatal wound with both hands.

Fortunately, he had the rhubarb pill to save his life, otherwise he would have died on the spot. Otherwise, even the gods could not have saved him.

With a palm strike back, he directly slapped out the black mist in Wang Quanzui's body, along with the misty purple air that he had absorbed.

There was a flicker of fire in his hand, and he refined it directly.

After stabilizing Wang Quanzui's injuries, he turned to look at Wang Quan Baiye. This guy was indeed the strongest one in the Masked Group.

In the chaos of the battle, those who were able to protect two people and survive to the end were not simple people.

Murong Ji has seen the methods used by other members of the Masked Group. Each of them has his own unique style. It is not easy to survive from them.

The fact that Wang Quanbaiye can still maintain a certain level of combat effectiveness shows his foundation in cultivation.

Murong Ji walked forward and looked at the dark wound on his chest, through which one could almost see his internal organs. Without saying a word, he handed him a rhubarb pill.

Wang Quan Baiye sat on the ground and smelled it. The pungent smell made him frown. "Is this the legendary rhubarb pill?"

"Aunt Mang once accidentally revealed that you have a kind of elixir that can 'revive the dead'. The ingredients are hard to find and it is also extremely difficult to refine. It is a magical elixir that can save lives..."

As he said that, he turned his head and glanced at Wang Quanzui, [Her pill was given by Aunt Mang. It really saved my little sister's life! It really is a good thing. ]

For a moment, Wang Quan Baiye was reluctant to eat it.

"Hurry up. Whether we can return alive is still unknown. If you can recover some of your combat power now, it will increase the possibility."

Murong Ji's words stunned Wang Quan Baiye. He smiled bitterly and swallowed the pill directly.

Murong Ji was not idle either. He helped him heal his wounds and even dealt with some fatal injuries for him at a great cost.

Murong Ji was exhausted from healing Wang Quan Baiye's injuries, but there was nothing he could do. When the situation got to this point, Murong Ji could no longer handle it alone.

His current strength is still weak, and breaking through the blockade of ten demon kings is not an easy task.

If you have help, your chances will be better.

Seeing that he had regained some fighting power, he stuffed him a bottle of Huiyuan Dan, asking him to quickly recover his strength. Then, he took out a long sword and inserted it in front of him.

"Ding!"

The long sword was inserted in front of Wang Quan Baiye. The edge of the sword was flashing, and the faint blue light made Wang Quan Baiye stunned.

He could feel the will of the sword, the resolute will of 'fighting bravely and moving forward even if it means death'.

Dragon-slaying sword!
This kind of magic weapon is definitely not something that Li Quzhuo can cultivate. To reach this quality, it requires generations of outstanding people to operate and cultivate it.

Wang Quan Baiye was about to say something, sigh, when he heard Murong Ji say, "You have to give it back, I'm still keeping it as a family heirloom."

Wang Quan Baiye nodded. At this moment, it was truly a pleasant surprise to have such a sword.

Murong Ji stabilized Li Quzhuo's injuries. This kind of injury was not fatal, and there was no time to treat it. He could only wait until he returned. He cleared the remnants of the black fox in their bodies and the mist from outside the circle that was sucked into their bodies, and then he exhaled a long breath of foul air.

"Let's go." Murong Ji said lightly as a reminder.

Wang Quan Baiye mustered up his strength, carried Wang Quanzui on his back, and used his other shoulder to carry Li Quzhuo. He then stripped off Yang Yitan's clothes, wrapped them in a bag, and carried him in front of him.

In this situation, they could only try their best to free Murong Ji's hands and try not to distract him, otherwise they would all end up here.

Murong Ji glanced at them, sighed lightly, and casually took out a devouring bag. After passing by the battlefield where they had just been, he quickly collected the bodies of these people.

No matter what, he is a child of aristocratic family after all. He is kind-hearted and does not bully men and women or massacre ordinary people. Instead, he is a chivalrous man all over the world.

Whether they are innocent or naive, they will eventually deserve a burial place.

He casually collected the devouring sac and threw it to Wang Quanbaiye.

Not long after, a voice came from behind: "Thank you."

Murong Ji looked back. Wang Quanbaiye no longer had the same elegance and vigor as before. He had suffered a great defeat and lost several of his brothers' lives in his own hands...

The remaining four, including him, are either disabled or crippled. How can he face the heads of the families in the Taoist Alliance?
Murong Ji could understand that and did not insist that the kingship and hegemony would play a big role on the way back.

(End of this chapter)