Chapter 761: The Disha has no origin and no form, and the wonderful return to the dust technique

There are no specific examples to refer to.

In a hurry, Murong Ji thought about it carefully, and he really couldn't think of who could reach the realm of returning to the void and merging with the Tao!

At this moment, Murong Ji had a rough idea in his mind and was no longer panicked.

[This damn monkey is about to merge with the Dao! ? ? ]

Murong Ji was not quite clear about the concept of He Dao, he had never come into contact with it, there was an information barrier and he could not imagine it.

When they reach this level, they are able to utilize the power of heaven and earth, and have already transcended the limits of self-cultivation. Going further will inevitably involve the existence of the Great Dao.

The most fundamental principle of the world.

After refining the spirit, one reaches the realm of Tao!
These things are still too far away for Murong Ji. The most urgent task is to find a way to crack the tricks!
Various spells kept flashing through his mind, and everything he knew passed before his eyes like turning the pages of a book.

Before Murong Ji could come up with a solution, he suddenly felt a pain in his forehead, and half of his head turned into nothingness in an instant. After a hesitation, half of his body was sucked into a vortex and turned into the most primitive breath of nothingness between heaven and earth.

This is simply to completely eliminate Murong Ji's existence from all aspects.

Murong Ji calmed himself down. In this life-or-death moment, he did not panic at all and thought of countermeasures as quickly as possible.

【Yes! 】

Suddenly, Murong Ji took a step back, leaving a residual image on the spot. Then he took a few steps and used the Lingbo Weibu to control the laws of space, leaving a residual image of Murong Ji on the spot.

Looking closely, it was not just an afterimage, but clearly an ink-colored Taoist robe filled with true energy!

"puff!"

There was a sound of destruction without a sound, and the first afterimage completely turned into nothingness. Then, the second, the third...

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, [It works! ]

The power of that finger was indeed weakened a bit!
Without any hesitation, Murong Ji instantly left a shadow that was nearly a thousand miles long, as if he had divided himself into countless pieces.

The first dozen or so afterimages were fine, as all that was left were clothes and true energy. Murong Ji even used his spare clothes.

When he retreated to the nineteenth afterimage, Murong Ji was completely naked, without even a piece of underwear left.

There is still one outer robe left as spare clothing!
The cold sleeves brush the holes and shred the clothes!
Who could have thought that the martial arts method that originally existed in the Tianlong world and was used to weaken attacks, after being modified by him and turned into a magic, could actually be applied to such an extent!
Not every move is useless. Many methods are extremely simple in principle yet practical and can really save lives at critical moments!

Murong Ji suppressed the thoughts in his heart and looked at the golden finger in front of him, which continued to sweep away the afterimage he left behind.

Every afterimage was turned into nothingness.

There is no other way, I can only leave a part of myself and some of my soul to imitate myself, and use it to kill the magic in front of me!
A retreat of a thousand miles!

With every step he took back, Murong Ji's figure became smaller, and his entire body turned into illusory particles, as if it could instantly dissipate like mist at any time.

Until this magic is completely destroyed.

Murong Ji retreated a hundred miles again, and when he saw that the afterimage in front of him had not been destroyed again, he let out a long breath.

In an instant, countless phantoms merged into one, and Murong Ji's figure also instantly solidified.

"Hahahaha!"

Unable to hold back any longer, Murong Ji laughed out loud twice.

What followed were all kinds of feelings, palpitations, fear, panic, excitement, etc., as well as his own heartbeat, which made Murong Ji very emotional.

Sweat oozed out of his forehead, and he felt a sense of exhilaration. After he calmed down a little, the sound of breaking air was heard.

What followed was a moment of clarity. He came to his senses and recalled what had just happened. In a flash, the technique was almost complete.

With a slight adjustment or modification on the details, you can perfectly crack the Third Young Master's trick!

The cold sleeves brush the holes and shred the clothes!
This move was originally Li Qiushui's unique skill, and it was the best when combined with Lingbo Weibu. Who would have thought that it would work here, and Murong Ji wanted to incorporate it into the Yi Nian San Qian technique.

The most basic logic and principles do not require major changes, and the attack effect of One Thought Three Thousand can even be enhanced based on this principle.

The scope of use is extremely wide.

For example, if the endless sword energy used in the Zhu Xian Sword Formation could carry this effect of one thought three thousand, and transform the sword energy into three thousand thoughts, then the power would increase exponentially.

The power of the Zhu Xian sword energy alone is not much inferior to the seven main swords of the Zhu Xian sword formation.

After carefully checking his body, he felt helpless. He had shrunk a lot and now looked like a seven or eight year old child.

All the accumulated experience from years of practice was wiped out by this one finger.

As for the injuries, they were not light. After all, more than half of his origin was destroyed, and his strength was only one tenth of what it was. He only had the realm but no true essence.

"Why bother!" Murong Ji laughed bitterly. He was just asking for trouble. This technique was truly magical. It could actually go straight to the source and destroy the opponent from the very beginning. Even if it avoided it, the damage to the source would still be severe.

【you win! 】

A voice suddenly appeared in Murong Ji's mind, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking up, Mu Tiancheng had shrunk into a shadow, and there were several figures flying towards this side in the distance.

"Can you tell me the name of this move?" Murong Ji murmured.

【The Earthly Evil has no origin and no form, and the wonderful art of returning to the dust. 】

Murong Ji lowered his head slightly, frowned slightly, and murmured: "The Disha Wuben Wuxiang Wanmiao Guichen Technique..."

From coming out of Mutian City to retreating thousands of miles away, it took only a short time, not even a breath, but he was almost forced to death!

The reaction of the full-strength burst only appeared at this time. The feeling of fatigue instantly spread throughout the body, especially the intense processing of the brain, which made Murong Ji feel a little dizzy and uncomfortable.

He shook his body unconsciously, flying the sword in the air, and staggered a little, but he did not fall after all.

He exhaled a breath, stabilized himself a little, and was about to find a place to rest. At least he had to recover his essence and strength first.

Without waiting for any movement, he fell directly down.

Suddenly, someone picked him up and he did not fall from the air.

Murong Ji was about to turn around to see who it was when he saw Tushan Honghong appear in front of him with a serious look on her face.

"Huh?! You caught a small Murong Ji?! Who are you? Are you the illegitimate son of Murong Ji?"

A voice came from behind, the voice was soft and crisp, like the gurgling of water, like a handful of clear spring water splashing on crystal, giving people a sense of intimacy, like a spring breeze.

Murong Ji was not unfamiliar with this royal sister Yin, Cui Yuling!
I couldn't help but roll my eyes and tried to break free from her.

"Don't move~ You are seriously injured. Can you fly the sword?" He then pointed at the fallen Tianwen Sword, which was lifted up by a demon king from Tushan.

"You look so... cute like this!" Cui Yuling had an evil smile on her face and kept kneading Murong Ji's face.

In the past, Murong Ji was extremely powerful, and out of respect for the strong, all communication was normal.

Now... Murong Ji, who is only seven or eight years old, looks easy to bully.

He was wearing an adult's robe, but was completely naked underneath... Cui Yuling wanted to tear off his clothes and keep the painting as a weapon...

Murong Ji knew what she was thinking from the look in her eyes. He wrapped his clothes tightly in a hurry and said, "You are just idle, so you should worry more about your sister! Whether she can get out of Mutian City depends on her luck."

Cui Yuling's expression suddenly became serious, the worry between her brows was not fake. Just as she was about to ask something, the sound of breaking air was already approaching.

A strong and overbearing aura suddenly pressed over, at the level of the Demon King!
Cui Yuling's face suddenly became solemn. She turned around and saw Wang Quanzui holding the Fantian Seal and coming in front of them with the overwhelming pressure of heaven and earth.

The power of heaven and earth in Qingyun Mountain is different from that in other places. Its medium is Murong Ji. As long as Murong Ji wants, he can make the person who uses the Fantian Seal instantly reach the level of the Great Demon King.

Without waiting for Cui Yuling to make any move, Tushan Honghong stepped forward and took the pressure for her, looking at Wang Quanzui with a serious face.

[What do you want?! ]

Wang Quanzui was also a little nervous. Tushan Honghong was one of the four demon kings, so her strength was naturally beyond words.

If she were to rely on the power of heaven and earth mobilized by the Fantian Seal to fight against Tushan Honghong, she would undoubtedly fail.

The two are not on the same level in terms of combat experience.

Wang Quanzui let out a breath and said, "I'm here to pick up my husband." His voice was neither loud nor soft, and he emphasized the word "husband".

Then, his eyes fell on Murong Ji. Seeing Murong Ji, who was several sizes younger and only about seven or eight years old, he was a little surprised and confused for a moment...

She asked tentatively: "Husband...husband?!"

Murong Ji nodded, broke free from Cui Yuling's grip, flew to Wang Quanzui, took out a jade bottle from the Qiankun Qingguang Ring, drank the liquid in the jade bottle in one gulp, and then showed off various elixirs.

He almost ate them as if they were meals. All of these spiritual springs, spiritual liquids, and elixirs went into Murong Ji's mouth.

Cui Yuling's mouth twitched, she could see clearly that everything in Murong Ji's hand was not ordinary, they were top-notch cultivation resources, and even her Bijian Lake did not have much in stock.

Every piece was used with great care. Murong Ji, on the other hand, was eating like a nouveau riche, and really didn't intend to leave any foundation for his Chen family! ?
Wang Quanzui disagreed. There were much more things in the Chen family treasury than this. Of course, what Murong Ji kept in his hands were the best.

The thing entered Murong Ji's stomach and was quickly absorbed by his powerful digestive system. While making up for his lost essence, he barely recovered 40% of his strength.

The body is also growing slowly, and it will take another half an hour for the body to return to normal.

As for strength...

(End of this chapter)