Chapter 820 The Third Alliance

When he reached the cave entrance, he suddenly stopped, turned around and said, "I am already over sixty years old."

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment. He looked at Wang Quan Fugui's departing back and lowered his head. He understood what Wang Quan Fugui was saying.

The life span of human beings is short. Even if one has achieved great success, one can only live for 120 to 130 years. Wang Quanfugui is in his prime at this time.

However, Murong Ji's life span was already half over, which reminded him that it was time to swear an oath in front of the giant tree of suffering and to reincarnate to continue his fate.

Murong Ji chuckled for a moment, he knew what those people in the Dao League were thinking. They had always thought that they had lived in Tushan for a long time in order to reincarnate and continue their fate, thus extending their lives in disguise.

Murong Ji came back to his senses and tidied the table. Just after washing his hands, Tu Shan Rongrong came back. He told him about the progress of the Breaking Circle Plan and the reactions of all parties, and the two exchanged opinions.

Everything that happened thereafter was carried out by Tushan Rongrong.

Murong Ji concentrated on his cultivation and stayed in Tushan for another year before returning to Qingyun Mountain. He also had to oversee the refining of the Zhuxian Sword.

A few months later.

Wang Quanfugui led thousands of people on his sword to the border of the human race. They stopped at the ruins of the original human border line. Wang Quanfugui looked up and saw that the city wall guarding the border line was getting farther and farther away.

The endless land and borders that were opened up made Wang Quanfugui feel indescribable.

After flying for half an hour, he looked down and saw the lush green forest below, full of life. These were the trees planted by the Tree Moon Crying Clan.

A large amount of spiritual energy escaped from the deep forest, clearing the earth's veins. At a glance, there were some small animals moving among the woods, full of vitality.

This surprised countless disciples of the Taoist Alliance. Everyone knew exactly what the original border of the human race looked like. Now... how could they not be surprised at the achievements of Qingyun Mountain and Chenjiazhuang.

The further they flew, the fewer trees there were. At a glance, the city wall on the border gradually became larger. When they arrived not far in front of the wall, the inside of the wall was still deserted.

A Qingyun disciple stepped forward to negotiate, and after their identities were confirmed, a man flew out from the city wall on a sword not long after.

Wang Quanfugui was a little stunned for a moment. He was very familiar with the person who came. It was his junior sister, Feng Tingyun.

After many years, the brother and sister met again. For some reason, a feeling of sadness emerged in their hearts.

Feng Tingyun looked at Wang Quanfugui quietly but couldn't say a word.

"Fugui, what's wrong?" A timid voice came from behind him.

Feng Tingyun looked in the direction of the voice and happened to see Qingtong flying from not far behind him, looking at the person in front with some curiosity.

In an instant, Qingtong's heart trembled, past events came to mind, and his face turned pale.

Feng Tingyun forced a smile at Qingtong, and swallowed back the words he wanted to say.

"Junior sister...are you doing well at the border?"

Wang Quanfugui's voice sounded faintly, and it fell on Feng Tingyun's heart, but it was like a knife, causing such pain that the corners of his mouth trembled.

"It's good, but the junior sister is old and the senior brother is still so young."

After he finished speaking, Wang Quanfugui was stunned. It was only then that he realized that Feng Tingyun's hair was gray. Although there were no wrinkles on his face, his skin was still as smooth as a baby's.

However, his energy and spirit were severely depleted, and most of his lifespan was consumed. He was nearly sixty years old, which should have been the prime of a cultivator, but Feng Tingyun in front of him seemed like an old woman in her twilight years.

Wang Quanfugui's mouth twitched, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Feng Tingyun gathered her hair and said, "Brother, you are here to see someone off, right? Leave them to me and I will take care of them."

Then, Feng Tingyun waved his hand, and several people behind him came forward to contact the people from the Taoist Alliance, confirmed their identity information, and guided them into the city housing area.

In the next two days, Feng Tingyun took Wang Quanfugui and his wife for a trip around the border.

The resources here are innumerable, and most of them are top-level resources. Even if a disciple is dull, his cultivation level, fed by resources, is much higher than that of ordinary Taoist alliance elites.

There are rich people outside the circle, so it is not a problem as long as there is a way to deal with those creatures outside the circle.

And those creatures outside the circle themselves are the greatest resources for cultivation.

Wang Quan Fugui was silent for a long while, but said nothing. Murong Ji's half-life's business was terrifying. The foundation of the Chen family and Qingyun Mountain made people jealous and fearful.

After a few days of strolling, Feng Tingyun watched the couple leave. Looking at their backs, the sadness in his heart reached its peak...

Just like Wang Quanfugui did back then, he carried Qingtong out of Wang Quan Villa. The pain in her heart made her cry unconsciously.

She knew that her qualifications were not as good as Wang Quanfugui's, and she was inferior to him in everything. Coming to this border, she could only try her best to devote herself to the vision of her masters... and there was no escape.

The kindness of raising me is hard to repay, and this is the only way to comfort the spirits of my masters in heaven. The result of forcibly using the sword intent of royal power is a serious shortening of my lifespan.

Several years passed quickly.

The demon kings and demon emperors of many forces gathered at Tushan again, and the Breaking Circle Plan was successfully implemented. This time, many details were agreed upon, and disciples from Qingyun Mountain of the human race went to various countries to provide guidance. It was officially launched.

A large number of magical instruments were transported from Qingyun Mountain and the Li family to various places within the circle.

What the demon kings care about most is not the amount of resources they obtain, but the gradually accumulated power of heaven and earth, just like Qingyun Mountain.

Does anyone say that Qingyun Mountain today is a dilapidated mountain?
A man-made famous mountain and river, with the overwhelming power of heaven and earth, has long been comparable to the power of heaven and earth of the northern mountains.

In the past, this would have been unthinkable.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji discovered that the platform that stored the spiritual energy and evil energy of heaven and earth had been filled up. A large amount of spiritual energy and evil energy escaped from the platform and dispersed into the power of heaven and earth of Qingyun Mountain.

Murong Ji tried several times, but the spiritual energy and evil spirit could no longer condense into substance, so he walked forward and shattered the platform with one palm.

From the ruins, they picked up two pieces of material that were as thick as a bowl and more than two meters long. They were made of neither stone nor jade, and were a bit rough, like white marble.

Murong Ji threw it into the furnace without saying a word. As the Pure Karma Sword Lotus burned, the two were melted into one ball and then cast into a sword blank.

Murong Ji began to carve the Zhu Xian Sword carefully. The most difficult part was to carve the pattern on the Zhu Xian Sword, which required a lot of polishing.

Murong Ji began to concentrate on refining the Zhuxian Sword.

He had accumulated spiritual energy and evil spirit for half his life, and turned these two auras into substance. Then, he melted them into a sword through the furnace of Qingyun Mountain. This was a delicate job.

The most difficult thing to refine is the pattern of the Zhuxian Sword Formation. The pattern of the Zhuxian Sword seems to be innate, and the pattern is like an engraving of the Great Dao. It is a real divine text of the Great Dao.

The pinnacle of Murong Ji's weapon refining was the Hongmeng Tianzhong. However, the strongest Dao pattern he could come into contact with was the weapon pattern of the Zhuxian Sword.

Murong Ji, who had experienced several lifetimes, could not tell the origin of the Zhu Xian Sword. The divine sword text alone was enough to make it clear that this thing was closely related to the creation of the Zhu Xian world.

The Zhu Xian Sword is difficult to practice.

The most difficult part is to engrave the divine pattern of the Great Dao into the sword. There is no other way but to sharpen it bit by bit through one's own will and cultivation.

It is very painful to use willpower and spiritual power to carve array patterns in the air.

All the things in the world were left to Huang Shiren and Tushan Rongrong. During the process of refining the weapon, they could spare a moment to listen to the complaints of their two children.

Time is the most meaningless thing to the demon race. Anyone whose life span does not exceed a thousand years is considered premature death, let alone the big demons with names and surnames.

When I saw Wang Quan Fugui again, I saw that he was very old.

Murong Ji looked towards the cave entrance, and with just one glance, he seemed to see Wang Quanshouzhuo of the past. He was stunned for a moment and couldn't recover for a long time.

"I'm dying."

Wang Quan Fugui looked at Murong Ji in front of him, who was still so young, and was speechless for a moment.

The man in front of me had outlasted the king's simplicity, outlasted the king's hegemony, and now he had outlasted his king's wealth and glory...

How can I talk about courtesy here?!
Wang Quanfugui looked at Murong Ji. His expression had not changed from that year. It was just like the first time he met Murong Ji. Nothing had changed.

Wang Quan Fugui sat in the Huanyue Cave in silence for a long time. Now that things have come to this, what else can he say?

He just sat quietly with Murong Ji for a while, and then said, "I'm going to go find that black fox lady and do something for this world before I die."

"pretty good."

As soon as Murong Ji finished speaking, Wang Quan Fugui stood up, bowed respectfully to Murong Ji, and then walked out of the Huanyue Cave carrying the Wang Quan Sword.

Murong Ji stood up and walked out of the Huanyue Cave, wanting to see him off, when he saw Wang Quan Fugui flying over the Yuqing Palace on his sword.

Above the sky, the Zhu Xian Sword Formation was surging. Murong Ji waved his hand and calmed down the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

Wang Quanfugui never came back after he left, and the Wang Quan Sword also disappeared.

Half a month later, Qingtong knelt outside Huanyue Cave and begged Murongji for help. This took more than half a year until Wang Quanfugui's body was sent back to the Wang family mansion by Black Fox. Only then did Qingtong go back.

Upon hearing the news of Wang Quan Fugui's death, Murong Ji sighed lightly but said nothing.

After Wang Quan Fugui's death, what Murong Ji did not expect was that the newly elected leader of the Taoist Alliance was actually Chen Li, his own son.

Come to think of it, he is the most suitable person to be the leader of the alliance at the moment. The current situation between humans and monsters is a bit unclear.

Everyone is busy developing the circle, but the actual initiator of the Breaking Circle Plan is Murong Ji. If I choose him to be the leader, there will be unexpected benefits.

Murong Ji was too lazy to take care of things, so he just let them do as they pleased.

Murong Ji was so focused on smelting the Zhu Xian Sword that he didn't even go to Tushan.

(End of this chapter)