Chapter 800: The Remnant Soul Under the Sea of ​​Sand
[It’s really a living thing! ]

Release the sand eel and watch it sink into the sand sea in horror and quickly disappear.

"Wow?! It's really swimming like an eel in the water! How magical!" Dongfang Yuechu stretched out his hand and looked, full of curiosity.

"Master, what is the structure of the sand monster?"

“No different from ordinary creatures.”

Murong Ji spent several days to find the place where Long Jiu fell before his death. After identifying the direction and confirming that it was correct, he grabbed the arms of the two people and directly used the Earth Walking Immortal to slowly sink into the sand.

Not long after the three people disappeared, Xiaoli came to the sea of ​​sand carrying the local dog.

"Your Highness, you said someone came here? There is no one here."

Fan Yunfei didn't say anything. He looked at the bottom of the sand sea with a serious expression, without saying a word.

Murong Ji and the other two slowly fell down, and endless sand seemed to pass through their bodies. This feeling was something that Wang Quan and Fugui had never experienced before.

They were falling slowly, and suddenly their bodies felt empty. Wang Quan Fugui and Dongfang Yuechu were not prepared and fell accidentally. Murong Ji stabilized them.

The three of them stopped in mid-air and looked around. It was pitch black all around, and they couldn't see their hands in front of them. They could only rely on the light of the magic weapon to barely see what was going on.

Dongfang Yuechu spread his hands, flames started burning, and light instantly spread around.

Next to them was a wall made of sand. Looking closely, there was a hole formed by the sand.

This kind of place is rare in the Western Region. It is difficult to pile up sand to form buildings, especially the quicksand underground that cannot be dealt with.

Going further down, they saw what was accumulating on the wall of the cave.

The corpses of sand monsters, countless corpses of sand monsters.

Dongfang Yuechu and Wang Quanfugui's faces turned pale, with a hint of anger rising in their bodies. Massacre of innocent people was something that could not be tolerated in both the human and demon worlds.

Murong Ji just glanced at it lightly, without much emotion, "It was the masterpiece of the dragon monster back then."

Several people continued to fly downwards, and wherever they passed, they saw piles of sand monsters' corpses.

This is the way everything in this cave was built, with the corpses of sand monsters used as bricks and tiles to build up this hollow cave.

For a moment, the three of them were silent, a chill running through their hearts. These... were just what they saw with their own eyes. There were hundreds of thousands of sand monster corpses.

And how many lives are buried in the sea of ​​sand, fixing the quicksand?

One can imagine what Fan Yunfei felt when he saw this scene back then.

"No wonder Fan Yunfei wanted to kill the head of the Wang Quan family in front of their door." Dongfang Yuechu murmured, and then he realized that there was another person named Wang Quan next to him.

"Uh... I'm not..."

"nothing."

The three of them slowly fell from the air, and when their feet touched the ground, they breathed a sigh of relief. After walking a few steps forward, they saw a huge tombstone compacted with sand standing there.

Walking forward to take a closer look, Dongfang Yuechu couldn't help but twitch his lips, "The tomb of a dragon elder. Is this inscription... so awkward? Too ugly. Was it written by Fan Yunfei?"

Wang Quanfugui: "..."

Murong Ji walked around the tombstone and headed deeper into the cave.

Dongfang Yuechu followed behind Murong Ji, looking around curiously. When he got here, he also figured out something: "Sand... is actually water. Using the method of controlling water to control sand, this Fan Yunfei really has a good idea!"

"But... why can this dragon bring the power of Dragon Bay to such a far distance? The power of Dragon Bay cannot be brought out!"

"I don't know." Wang Quanfugui said solemnly, holding a sword.

The two of them looked at Murong Ji, waiting for the master to give them an answer. They couldn't understand...

Murong Ji glanced at them calmly and said, "Long Jiu cultivates his own strength, so he can naturally bring it out of Longwan, and even lend it to the sand monster and dragon monster..."

"Oh! Yes, it's just like the giant bitter tree! The power used by Fairy Sister is actually the power of the giant bitter tree, which is not her own demonic power..."

Wang Quan Fugui: "The same is true for the Wang Quan Sword."

Murong Ji didn't bother to pay attention to the two of them and continued walking forward.

"Longwan's power is very similar to Tushan's. I can already use Tushan's magic. But the power here is even more similar and more suitable for Tushan. Master, what's going on... why..."

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to it. He suddenly stopped and looked around. The underground space here was even more open.

Endless dragon energy filled the space, just like the scene in Longwan before.

Murong Ji's face darkened slightly. In his eyes, the cave was filled with residual souls, wandering around in the cave like ghosts.

Perhaps they cannot be called souls, but rather regrets, just like the consciousness outside the circle. If they are given enough energy, this place will turn into another outside circle.

They couldn't escape from here, so they could only gather here.

Of course, Dongfang Yuechu and Wang Quanfugui couldn't see these things, but they could feel them to some extent. The two of them gradually stopped talking and looked ahead with solemn expressions.

Murong Ji's face was gloomy. The number of murders committed by the Sea Dragon King in the past was enough to show his crimes. He exhaled a breath of foul air. If there was a Gathering Immortal Banner at this time, he could easily save the remaining souls of these living beings.

Murong Ji slowly stretched out his hand and formed a formation in his palm, a soul-summoning formation! He slowly moved the formation in his palm, and after waiting for dozens of breaths, there was no response.

I couldn't help but rub my forehead, thinking that I was too naive.

He took out the formation pen, found a flat surface, and began to carve the formation pattern.

Summon the soul.

In the world of Zhu Xian, there is a soul-summoning formation recorded on the wall of Miao territory. After several generations, Murong Ji modified the formation, and now it is not so troublesome.

After placing a drop of blood at the center of the formation, Murong Ji raised his sword finger and muttered, "The remaining soul has left the body, the nine souls have returned, the underworld and the nine underworlds, summon the souls to lead them."

The next moment, the cave became even darker, and the area illuminated by Dongfang Yuechu's fire shrank greatly in an instant.

This kind of darkness is not pure black, but the kind of gray-black that seems to have no end and is vague, as if it is not from this world.

In an instant, countless evil spirits gathered towards the formation, staring at the three of them.

"Zheng!"

Wang Quan Fugui was shocked and drew his sword subconsciously. He turned around and suppressed his fear. He looked at Murong Ji, who was in charge of the formation center, and breathed heavily to calm his guilty conscience.

This thing is too weird.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into Meixi Pavilion!"

A roar of anger was heard, instantly making Dongfang Yuechu and Wang Quanfugui's hair stand on end. This roar almost called out their souls.

A tremendous pressure came fiercely, this... is another force of heaven and earth! The Great Demon King!
"Could this be... the Huangquan Clan... How did Master get connected there?"

"Snapped!"

Murong Ji ignored him and slapped him, and the other side fell silent instantly.

"hiss!"

Dongfang Yuechu and Wang Quanfugui took a deep breath. The vigorous power of heaven and earth was extinguished by Murong Ji's slap. How could they fight? !

the other side.

The Lord of the Underworld sat on a high platform, rubbing his red and swollen right cheek, looking at the pool below with a resentful look. The six-colored water in the pool was constantly surging, and countless souls were stirred.

Murong Ji watched the formation continue to operate, but still failed to gather Long Jiu's soul out. He felt a little annoyed. [That dead monkey said that Long Jiu still had a residual soul. How come he couldn't find it? ]

Just when he was about to give up, suddenly, a trace of energy from the formation gathered in. Gathering in Murong Ji's hands, more and more.

Murong Ji was a little stunned for a moment, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth. It was really as the third young master said, some of Long Jiu's residual soul was left.

Then, he raised his head and looked, as if he was looking at the person opposite through the formation.

The Lord of the Underworld was startled, shrank his neck and said nothing.

Murong Ji casually drew a hand, and the Yellow Spring Water came through the formation and poured into the bodies of Long Jiu and Long Ba.

Half an hour later.

Murong Ji watched the phantoms in the formation slowly condense and become more and more solid. He carefully sealed them in the white jade beads, used some means to cultivate their souls, and then sent them into reincarnation.

When they reincarnate and come back, they can be guided again and easily control the energy of Dragon Bay, and even bring the dragon clan back to life.

After doing all this, Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and then attracted the countless consciousnesses in the cave, immersed in the formation, and entered the underworld.

The Lord of the Underworld looked at the formation on the ground. So many undead souls came out in a very orderly manner. They were all residual souls. He was stunned and his face became serious.

"Send the order! Gather the forces! Quickly guide the remaining souls to the underworld!"

The rumbling sound spread out from the Meixi Pavilion, and countless members of the Huangquan tribe gathered together to guide the undead into the Huangquan.

"All sentient beings who have not yet been liberated have uncertain natures and consciousnesses. They develop bad habits and develop good habits. They do good or evil, depending on the circumstances. They revolve in the five realms without rest, moving through countless eons, bewildered and entangled."

"Like a fish swimming in a net, it will flow for a long time, escaping for a while, but getting caught again. I am worried about people like you. Since you have fulfilled your past wishes and made solemn vows for many lifetimes to save sinners, why should I worry?"

The sound of chanting was heard, and the Lord of the Underworld slowly exhaled, watching the energy of heaven and earth slowly sink into these residual souls.

It seems like the heaven and earth are blessing them, making their future journey easier...

After several hours, the millions of remaining souls sank into the formation, and their number became much smaller, with only a few scattered souls arriving.

Murong Ji was still sitting cross-legged in the formation, chanting scriptures continuously, and the souls of the dead were reborn.

After waiting for three days, no more residual souls gathered together. Murong Ji then let out a long breath, took out a gourd of pills, and directly dispersed them into the Huangquan Clan through the formation.

"Thanks for your hard work……"

Then he turned off the formation and stretched.

(End of this chapter)