Chapter 690 Who doesn't have a trump card?

At this time, Wang Quan Baiye held on to several people tightly, rushed over on his sword, and took a quick glance at Murong Ji, who was bruised all over, and his heart trembled.

The Fulong Ding was Murong Ji's natal magic weapon. After the magic weapon was destroyed, he would be seriously injured if not killed. In addition to the previous few attacks, Murong Ji blocked the damage for them.

It was almost impossible to tell how serious his injuries were at this point without even checking.

Before Wang Quan Baiye reached Murong Ji, he was dispersed by a thick mist. Without time to think, Murong Ji subconsciously used the Dragon Capturing Hand and directly sucked Wang Quan Baiye over.

Holding it in his hand, he looked around hurriedly. Countless mists rolled and surged, as if staring at Murong Ji hungrily, and gradually grew bigger in Murong Ji's eyes.

These creatures outside the circle pounced on the five of them together. Time was too tight, so Murong Ji swung out a bell, and countless mists dispersed instantly.

It was really uncomfortable to squeeze out one's own potential. Murong Ji's face turned pale and he staggered.

Li Quzhuo grabbed Murong Ji by the collar and shouted angrily, "Brother! Make way!"

Wang Quan Baiye held the Dragon Slaying Sword, his aura rising, and in an instant, half of his hair turned white. Having lost his sword heart, he could use his life to activate the King's Sword Intent!
The Dragon Slaying Sword has always been fearless, which does not match the character of Wang Quanye, and its power is not as good as imagined.

It is only slightly stronger than the disposable magic weapon refined by Li Quzhuo.

"Ha!" Wang Quan Baiye slashed with his sword with all his strength, directly breaking through the thick fog that was dozens of meters deep in front of him.

The human border was vaguely visible ahead, but soon the road ahead was once again covered by thick fog.

Murong Ji covered the four of them with the Fulong Ding, threw them hard, and threw them directly in the direction of the human border. At the same time, a bell wave was delivered before the Fulong Ding.

The various colored fogs blocking the way ahead were swept away, revealing a fog pit with a diameter of several meters. Outside the pit was the border of the human race, the barrier of the Third Young Master.

The hole was shrinking continuously, and Murong Ji watched helplessly as the Fulong Ding passed through the hole and flew across the border abyss area.

Across the abyss, Murong Ji looked at the bloodshot eyes of Wang Quan Baiye and Li Quzhuo. He didn't know when, but the two of them had tear marks on their faces and could hear unclear calls.

The lips kept opening and closing, saying something, but Murong Ji was too lazy to care.

How long had it been since he had experienced a life-and-death crisis?!

Ever since he achieved enlightenment in the Zhu Xian world, there are few things he cannot solve.

His vision was gradually obscured by the brown mist, and Murong Ji only saw the Fulong Ding crashing into the border wall of the human race.

"Boom!" A loud noise was heard, and a large section of the city wall collapsed.

This trip outside the circle finally had a result.

The pit was quickly covered by thick fog again. Murong Ji's face was grim. He turned around and looked at the endless mist outside the circle.

There are all kinds of colors, almost all of them are in one piece.

He slowly exhaled and set his sights on the wall of the Hongmeng Tianzhong. It seemed that some force was gradually eroding the Hongmeng Tianzhong.

He knew very well what kind of power that was, the power of time.

How many people and things will be destroyed in the passage of time.

No matter if they were geniuses or heroes, monsters, humans, the immortal world, the immortal world and the mortal world, all of them were defeated in the long river of time.

Immortality?

Maybe there is, Murong Ji can't reach that level yet.

Everyone has a different concept of time. It is not even certain whether time exists or not.

Today, Murong Ji has truly experienced the passage of time.

What surprised Murong Ji was that the Hongmeng Tianzhong seemed to have a kind of immortal power... uh... the Hongmeng Tianzhong relied on the surrounding environment to continuously absorb the thick fog and achieved a balance.

It can stably support a certain stable space.

Murong Ji let out a long breath and felt relieved, knowing that it would not fall apart like the Fulong Ding.

The Golden Dawn was indeed the world's top refining material. Compared to it, even the essence of Beishan was far inferior.

Murong Ji lowered his head and glanced at his chest. The clothes there had already rotted away, and the skin on his chest was wrinkled, like that of a man in his seventies or eighties, lifeless.

Vitality continued to dissipate, starting from the chest and spreading in all directions.

Old age and fatigue, a familiar feeling slowly set in. After several lives, he experienced everything from birth to death in each life.

That's what it feels like when you're old and weak.

This is not a result of being poisoned or lacking any strength. A healthy body is a natural aging process.

If I had to explain it, I couldn't explain what it felt like. I can only say...

The time has come. That's right. The time has come.

Murong Ji sneered. He was only in his twenties and his body had not yet reached the peak of his life, but now he felt so old. It was really an indescribable feeling.

As the saying goes, people age first with their hearts. After the heart ages, the aging of the body starts at the sternum and gradually spreads in all directions.

He rubbed his chest, there was no way to deal with it. It was the natural force of time. It just accelerated the passage of time in his chest.

In just a few breaths, it seemed as if Murong Ji had gone through nearly five hundred years. The life that was passing away at such a sudden speed was quite hopeless.

Murong Ji exhaled a long breath, the vitality was still stored in his body, not much had been lost, and the law of heaven and earth made his body extremely tough.

If he sensed it carefully, he found that the power of time was still very weak and had a significant impact on his body. The constant interference made it almost impossible for him to concentrate.

He doesn't care about death, he can look at it lightly. Moreover, he has a trump card that ordinary people can't understand.

In fact, this thing has the power to transcend the cognition of this world.

Murong Ji took off the diamond bracelet on his left wrist slowly, threaded a rope through it, and hung the diamond bracelet on his chest. In an instant, the time that was originally passing by suddenly stopped.

The skin on the body gradually recovered, the source of life recovered rapidly, and the skin on the chest became more and more delicate, as delicate as a baby's skin.

The aging faded away, and Murong Ji looked up at the colorful mists that were gathering together. These things were the top creatures in this range outside the circle.

Just like jackals, tigers and leopards in the mountains, each animal has its own territory, and it is not easy for these creatures to gather together in order to hunt them.

Murong Ji was somewhat curious. Was it really because of Jin Chenxi's bell wave that attracted them here? His attention fell on the bell wall. Jin Chenxi was already fighting against the power of time.

Looking at this situation, the power of time is slowly being eroded.

The regenerated Hongmeng Tianzhong became even more powerful. Unknowingly, the quality of this Hongmeng Tianzhong was improved by several levels.

Murong Ji was a little surprised. Golden Dawn Xi was a good thing. If it reached a certain quantity and the quantitative change led to a qualitative change, would this Taoist bell grow to a level that he could not understand?
[Mu Tiancheng...]

Murong Ji turned his head and glanced in the direction of Beishan, then turned around and asked, "Are these things also for Jin Chenxi?"

He wasn't sure, and he couldn't be sure.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji saw those creatures outside the circle constantly hitting the Hongmeng Tianzhong. Every impact seemed to make the Hongmeng Tianzhong reach a higher level.

Of course, this was an illusion. Murong Ji simply used the Star Shifting Technique to stabilize the state of the Hongmeng Tianzhong.

Now, at this distance, Murong Ji has the means to break out of their encirclement, but he is unwilling to retreat like this.

He swallowed a rhubarb pill and used his hands to heal the injuries in his body.

Now he finally understood that most of these creatures outside the circle were either extraterrestrial consciousness or local elves that had not been able to fully transform.

Murong Ji had no idea how big this world was, but the circle drawn by the Third Young Master only occupied a small part of it.

The consciousness and creatures outside the circle are actually creatures from another world. For some unknown reason, they can only exist in this mist.

And what about this mist? It is the power of heaven and earth, the spirit energy, the evil spirit, and so on.

[From this perspective, the concentration of spiritual energy and evil spirit in this world is going to be even higher. ]

At a glance, Murong Ji stared at the red mist. This thing gave him a burning feeling, and its essence seemed to be related to the fire attribute.

"Whether I can find the materials for the Mysterious Fire Mirror and the things to refine other life-defining magic weapons depends on this time. I must gather the spiritual energy and evil energy to form the Immortal Execution Sword when I return. Otherwise, I will be too passive!!"

Murong Ji muttered to himself, his injuries were mostly healed, and in a short while, he adjusted his condition.

"call!"

There was a whistling sound, that was the sound of Murong Ji's body rubbing against the air, and he suddenly sank into the thick fog. His main target was the thick red fog!

And the creature outside the circle that can control time.

Murong Ji's secondary target was those powerful ones who had just smashed his Fulong Ding. He could see clearly that it was the yellow mist.

Each of these people is stronger than the Demon King in the circle, and their strength is no worse than that of the Six-Eared Macaque without any accidents. Murong Ji did not dare to hold back.

The diamond bracelet in his hand was fiercely sacrificed, and he attacked with all his strength. In an instant, golden light shone everywhere, and a golden figure more than nine feet tall appeared on Murong Ji's body. It looked exactly like Murong Ji.

In a moment, Murong Ji's body turned into white mist, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a raging fire, entangled with the thick red fog in front of him, indistinguishable from each other.

Wherever Murong Ji passed, it was as if he was in an empty space. While trapping the red mist, the rest of the attacking mist was all assimilated into white mist.
"His!"

"His!"

(End of this chapter)