Chapter 708 Stolen is Stolen
But he felt reluctant to call back the part of his mind that was on Qingyun Mountain.

He was afraid that Qingyun Mountain might not be able to keep his mind focused and something unexpected might happen. If that happened, he would suffer a great loss.

Dongfang Huaizhu landed beside Murong Ji, with his back to back, guarding each other's rear. Seeing that the disciples of Shenhuoshan Villa had not made any unusual movements for the time being, he said, "I know that Sir still has some strength left and can escape..."

Dongfang Huaizhu paused, and said hesitantly: "Sir, please, for the sake of our friendship over the years, help me pass a message to that person... Just say..."

Murong Ji refused directly, "I don't care, go and talk to him yourself. Besides, it seems that you have never looked at me straight in the eye, otherwise you wouldn't be interested in Wangquan Baiye..."

"We don't have any friendship. Qin Lan and I worked together. I came to save you because of that girl's request..."

Then he changed the subject: "This pure Yangyan of yours is a little... I'm very curious. You and Jin Renfeng were both taught by the same master. I guess Dongfang Guyue also gave you some special training. Why is there such a big difference between the two of you?"

"I'm not talking about cultivation, but technique. Jin Renfeng has inherited your father's cultivation and has used Pure Yangyan. Now, he can reach the highest level of Pure Yangyan."

"He can't do this simply because of his high cultivation level. He has to use fire techniques to a certain level to be able to control your father's power. So you..."

Dongfang Huaizhu blushed slightly, lowered her head and said nothing. What should she say? Say that she was lazy during her practice? Did Qin Lan learn her lazy nature from her?
That she was only concerned with love and forgot to practice the method her father taught her before his death?

Murong Ji knew the general idea from Dongfang Huaizhu's reaction and was too lazy to ask any more questions. He was really speechless. Neither of the two sisters in the Dongfang family deserved sympathy.

At the Blue Sky Conference that year, both sisters had received the secret teachings of the Dao League. Moreover, they had excellent aptitude. Logically speaking, Dongfang Huaizhu's strength should not be inferior to Wang Quanbaye.

Dongfang Qinlan's strength should be comparable to Wang Quanzui's.

Look at these two sisters, they are really...

Jin Renfeng has adjusted himself to his best condition.

The golden face of divine fire, the profound flames were burning, even the surrounding void was burned into emptiness.

"Chen Mi! Prepare to die!"

The golden phoenix's figure flashed past at an extremely fast speed, ignoring the flames. Its strength was 90% of Dongfang Gu Yue's.

Murong Ji said hurriedly, "Take care of yourself, I don't have time to take care of you now."

In a hurry, he stepped forward to meet the pure yang flame of the Golden Phoenix. Murong Ji turned his hands and directly hit back the flames attacked by the Golden Phoenix.

The flames turned into a palm print, and were all absorbed by Dou Zhuan Xing Yi's palm of great compassion and mercy. With a "bang", it was imprinted on Jin Renfeng's chest again.

With one palm, he dispersed the flames all over Jin Ren Feng's body. The same style and the same result. The huge force knocked Jin Ren Feng deeply to the ground.

"boom!"

He fell heavily to the ground, but he didn't lose any strength at all, and was once again forced to bear the entire force of the palm.

Jin Renfeng took a long time to recover, but didn't get up. He pressed his palms forward and backward on his chest, but the force didn't dissipate at all. At this moment, Jin Renfeng felt pain all over his body.

His internal organs were severely injured, and he was unwilling to stop there.

Murong Ji's control over strength is superb.

Qi is the body of strength, and strength is the function of Qi. Once you master one, you will master all. This is true for the use of sword Qi and palm strength.

Each of the Great Compassion Palms was powerful and strong, and its penetrating power was extremely strong, making it impossible for Jin Renfeng to release even a little bit of his strength. He could break it, even if Murong Ji's practice was not up to standard.

This kind of strength technique is very simple. It takes a lot of practice and training to reach the level of turning strength into flowing water.

Just like Xiao Ning’s swordsmanship, he kept searching for that feeling, and what he finally cultivated was the sword intent.

People like Jin Renfeng who try to take shortcuts will never succeed, let alone be understood.

How does one say that? The most effective shortcut in the world is not to take shortcuts.

Jin Renfeng finally had some strength to get up, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground. The blood was mixed with a lot of pieces of internal organs.

He hurriedly took out a pill and swallowed it.

Jin Renfeng was almost going crazy. What kind of palm technique was this? He couldn't dodge or get rid of it. He could only bear it himself.

It made him feel like fighting with bare hands. All the divine fire and cultivation were useless. The competition was about who had better physical fitness.

In terms of physical fitness, who can compare to Murong Ji? Even among the demon race, except for the four demon kings, who can compare to him? !

The four demon kings could not withstand the demon-killing divine fire, but this guy resisted the demon-killing divine fire and his skin was just burned and turned a little red.

Now that he had figured it out, Jin Renfeng suddenly felt a little panic in his heart. He didn't dare to think about it too much. The more he thought about it, the more despair he felt. He tried his best, but he might not even be able to find out Murong Ji's background.

A feeling of frustration came over me.

He rubbed his chest. With the golden body of fire protecting him, the second palm strike did not cause serious injuries, but it dispersed the flames he had gathered, making him feel aggrieved and helpless. "Chen Mi! I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. How about we write off our grudges today?! As for my junior sister, if you like her, take her away!"

Murong Ji shouted coldly, "Didn't you just say that I would die in Shenhuoshan Villa today? Why are you changing your words now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dongfang Huaizhu behind him suddenly reminded him, "Be careful!"

Murong Ji was startled, and before he could see the surrounding situation clearly, he saw a sea of ​​red in front of him.

The large formation set up by the disciples of Shenhuoshan Villa started to work instantly, and endless flames attacked Murong Ji, with almost no end in sight. It was all pure yang flames.

This kind of flame is red and pure. It is not Dongfang Qinlan's half-hearted trick, but Dongfang Guyue's advanced fire technique that he has almost mastered into a supernatural power!

Dongfang Huaizhu suddenly approached Murong Ji, almost back to back with him. She didn't have much spiritual power left, and her injuries had not healed yet. She was a little overwhelmed to deal with the overwhelming divine fire, so she could only ask Murong Ji for help.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, paying attention to most of the fire attacks around her and carefully watching the operation of the formation. This formation was somewhat like a small Eight Evil Mysterious Fire Formation.

The difference between the two is that the Eight Evil Mysterious Fire Array relies on array patterns to restrain the flames, while this array relies on people to restrain the flames.

[This formation can be modified to be used by Chen family disciples. ]

The Chen family's existence model is similar to that of Shenhuoshan Villa. Both are forces built on a large number of foreign disciples. Compared with the foundation of disciples, they are completely incomparable to Shenhuoshan Villa.

The formation changed, and countless flames instantly separated the two of them.

The two men dodged in a hurry, but Murong Ji was fine, as his body movements and other basic skills were basically nothing.

However, Dongfang Huaizhu was not very good at physical training. She was caught off guard and was hit on the shoulder by the flames. She was seriously injured and flew backwards. It seemed that she was about to be submerged in the sea of ​​fire.

Murong Ji cursed inwardly, quickly leaped to her side, blocked the flames with a palm, and continued to fly in the sea of ​​fire with Dongfang Huaizhu.

At this moment, Murong Ji was somewhat shocked. He could use the Samadhi Fire to protect himself, but his Samadhi Fire could not protect Dongfang Huaizhu and would burn her to death.

In this huge sea of ​​fire formation, Murong Ji had many ways to escape, but he could not guarantee that Dongfang Huaizhu would be safe.

After extinguishing countless flames, Murong Ji formed a safe zone around Dongfang Huaizhu.

He opened his eyes again and looked around. He didn't know where Jin Renfeng had gone. He felt a little uneasy. Suddenly, he subconsciously slapped Dongfang Huaizhu from behind.

In this subconscious counterattack, Murong Ji mobilized all his body's strength almost unconsciously, his true energy surged, and the brief burst was extremely swift.

"boom!"

For some unknown reason, he clashed with someone in the sea of ​​fire. Before Murong Ji could see the situation clearly, the person in the flames groaned.

Murong Ji then realized that it was Jin Ren Feng. He turned around and sent another golden palm print, hitting Jin Ren Feng on the chest.

He squeezed out a mouthful of blood with great force, and the enormous force knocked him into the sea of ​​fire and sent him flying out of the formation.

Soon, Jin Renfeng's voice was heard from the periphery of the sea of ​​fire, "Chen Mi! I knew you would come to save them. I have made full preparations to wait for you, hahaha!"

"You are indeed very powerful, and I am no match for you, but you cannot escape this formation! I will exhaust you to death, and when your spiritual power is exhausted, that will be your death!!"

Jin Renfeng's shouting was hoarse, and just by listening to the lack of energy in his voice, one could tell that he was seriously injured.

Murong Ji stretched lazily and frowned slightly, "You think too highly of yourself. If I don't have any trump cards, would I dare to go to Shenhuoshan Manor alone?!"

"Besides, you are not Dongfang Guyue. If you were him, I would have died in this sea of ​​fire by now. What a pity."

Suddenly, Murong Ji's tone changed and became extremely cold, "What was stolen is stolen, and it will never be shown on the table."

Jin Renfeng's face was filled with anger, he gnashed his teeth, looked at the sea of ​​fire in front of him viciously, flipped his hand, and the palm print instantly hit the sea of ​​fire, drawing the pure yang flame of the sea of ​​fire towards Murong Ji.

Murong Ji casually pointed his sword, and a burst of sword energy broke the palm print. Then he waited quietly for the other party to make a move.

Jin Renfeng, on the other hand, became silent.

Murong Ji sneered, his spiritual power was exhausted and now it began to backfire.

At the same time, Murong Ji took out the soul-nourishing coffin, opened the lid, and in an instant, endless flames poured into the coffin.

Inside the coffin, there was an endless abyss. The flames sank into the abyss and disappeared.

At the same time, far away in Qingyun Mountain, two disciples were cleaning the cave.

The two of them are considered the core disciples of the Chen family.

(End of this chapter)