Chapter 829 Please have mercy, Master!
Before he could put his hands down, endless icy cold air came again, covering the sky and the earth.

A black barrier appeared in front of Murong Ji. The protection of the Qiankun Qingguang Realm expanded the barrier to four or five meters, blocking all the cold air and ice cones.

Because of this, the figure is visible in the night sky with heavy snow.

[It's really you who did this! ]

As soon as Tushan Yaya finished speaking, endless cones of cold air rushed towards her again.

Murong Ji shook his hand and took Tushan Yaya's move into his palm, destroying it easily. "You use the moves I taught you to deal with me, Tushan little demon, are you proud?!"

Tushan Yaya looked at Murong Ji with a gloomy face. The cold air around her body suddenly erupted, and endless ice crystals rushed towards Murong Ji.

That is the power of the world!

"Hehe, I haven't made much progress in all these years." Murong Ji murmured. He pointed his sword and a stream of sword energy instantly broke Tushan Yaya's connection with the power of heaven and earth.

In an instant, the nine snow-white tails behind Tushan Yaya slowly dissipated, and the gathered power of heaven and earth and the cold air also gradually disappeared.

At the same time, the snow in the sky stopped.

The cold wind dissipated, and soon, a hint of warmth rose over the entire southern land.

This warm feeling can only be experienced when the weather is cold and the snow is just beginning to melt. The feeling of the ground being warm and the sky being cold can make the snowflakes fall directly to the ground and melt away in an instant.

It is hard to tell whether it is raining or snowing. The interweaving of hot and cold makes one confused and disoriented.

Tushan Rongrong looked at Murong Ji with a serious face, and suddenly, she remembered something Murong Ji said to her when she was learning martial arts.

The way the three sisters of Tushan applied the power of heaven and earth was "borrowing".

Although this power is strong and stable, if one day others no longer want to borrow it, or use some means or methods to sever the connection between them and the power of heaven and earth.

Then the three sisters were like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Suddenly, Tushan Rongrong remembered something again. The situation when Tushan Honghong and Jin Linglin fought was the same as the current scene.

It was unknown what means the Golden Spirit Scale had used to sever the connection between his sister and the Giant Tree of Bitterness.

"How did you do it?" Tushan Yaya asked in astonishment. She tried several times to reopen the nine tails behind her and connect the power of heaven and earth, but she couldn't do it no matter what. It was as if she had never grown nine tails.

Mu Rinji snorted and laughed, "Watch out, Tushan little demon! The great Dao is as vast as the sea of ​​smoke, how can you comprehend it thoroughly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, nine tails bloomed behind Murong Ji. These nine tails were as black as ink, but under the starry sky, they looked a little creepy.

The tail slowly squirmed, and within a moment, a force that could suppress both heaven and earth descended from the sky and pressed heavily on the ground.

The whole world was compressed like a quagmire, and everyone was suppressed unable to move. The higher the level of cultivation, the more they could feel the horror.

Behind Murong Ji, those are not nine tails, they are clearly the nine directions of heaven and earth!
The heaven and earth are in chaos, and all living creatures are like ants!
Murong Ji looked at Tushan Yaya below with a smile on his face. That stubborn face and red eyes were staring at him.

His attention was fixed on the nine tails behind him, as if he wanted to see through the underlying logic of these nine tails.

Murong Ji stretched out his finger, sword energy burst out from his fingertips, and with a casual stroke, a white lotus appeared in front of him.

The lotus slowly rotated, emitting endless sword energy.

Pure Karma Sword Lotus.

The lotus and the nine tails behind it complemented each other. Looking closely, Tushan Yaya could see clearly that the lotus was burning slowly like a flame. Including the lotus core, there were nine layers in total, and each layer had nine lotus petals.

The way the nine-petal lotus is arranged, or the way it uses energy, is surprisingly the same as the way her nine tails.

This discovery surprised Tushan Yaya. She was stunned on the spot and couldn't understand the basis for the operation of the sword lotus.

Murong Ji lifted up the Pure Sword Lotus and slowly flew down to Tushan Yaya's side. He said softly, "A thousand thoughts and thousands of sorrows will bring love! This trick is really good."

This move, with countless clones with thoughts, can also take on the power of this world. With this move, Feng Xi can take on the power from various worlds, and even usurp the authority of the power of this world.

In the span of a breath, Murong Ji waved his hand and instantly dispersed all his strength. A faint white flame extinguished in front of Tushan Yaya.

In an instant, the nine tails reappeared behind her, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"Boom!"

The earth shook and a loud noise came from the direction of the Southern Kingdom Palace. Murong Ji turned his head and saw a huge poisonous gas rushing out from there.

Huandu Qingtian!

Murong Ji chuckled, then his figure flashed and disappeared into the night sky.

Tushan Yaya's face was gloomy, and she gradually came back to her senses. The feeling just now seemed to have happened in an instant, making her a little distracted.

At this moment, all I could think about in my mind was the appearance of Murong Ji's Pure Sword Lotus and the way his Nine-Tailed Fox was operating. It was truly an eye-opener!
Tushan Yaya covered half of her face with her palm, slowly pushed it up, pushed the bangs in front of her head to her head, covered her forehead, her pupils were still full of red, but with some thoughts. That short breath seemed to let her see something that could only be comprehended after hundreds of years of hard practice.

[Hmph! Nosy!]

Tushan Yaya slowly exhaled a breath of cold air, and then said, "We should go find another person to settle the score!"

Tushan Rongrong turned her head to look at the Southern Kingdom Palace, and Huandu Qingtian was on his way. As for Huandu Luolan, the registered disciple, she didn't care about his safety.

His eyes fell on Ping Qiuyuechu, and then he said, "Congratulations, you are free now."

Then he turned around and followed Tushan Yaya's steps. Within a few breaths, the two disappeared in front of everyone.

Huan Du Luolan came back to her senses and suddenly discovered that the demonic power in Pingqiu Yuechu's body was slowly fading away.

Following closely, a large amount of vitality dissipated. Huan Du Luolan felt dazed. Before he could open his mouth, a powerful aura pressed down from behind him.

In an instant, countless wailing sounds were heard, along with screams, pleas for mercy, and the sounds of corpses falling to the ground.

Huan Du Luolan was still staring blankly at Pingqiu Yuechu who was sleeping in her arms.

"Luolan, let's go back."

Hearing her father's voice, Huan Du Luolan picked up Pingqiu Yuechu and flew towards the Southern Kingdom Palace.

As soon as she entered the palace, Huan Du Luolan began to urgently summon the imperial physician and mobilized various resources to treat Pingqiu Yuechu's injuries.

But for some reason, even Dahuangdan could not fully recover from Pingqiu Yuechu's injuries.

For half a month, even with the mobilization of almost the entire country's forces, Pingqiu Yuechu's injury did not improve at all.

Huan Du Luolan sat dejectedly on the edge of the bed, sadness and helplessness welling up in her heart, and she covered her face and cried.

Huan Du Qingtian sighed softly, not knowing what to do at this moment.

The two greatest doctors in the world are Murong Ji, Cui Yuling, and if there is a third, it must be his precious daughter.

He studied under Murong Ji, learning poison and medicine, and achieved great success in terms of techniques.

"Even if the whole country couldn't save his life, what else can we do..."

Huan Du Qingtian felt uncomfortable listening to his daughter's choked words, but he kept thinking in his mind: "The love Gu's power can only help him survive, but it can't bring him back to life."

"That's right..." Huan Du Qingtian paused, then looked up at his precious daughter, "Perhaps your master can still come up with some ideas."

Huan Du Luolan suddenly raised her head, looked at her father in a daze, nodded suddenly, stood up hurriedly, wiped her tears, walked to the bed, carried Pingqiu Yuechu on her back, and walked out of the room without saying a word.

Huan Du Qingtian's face was full of worry. He opened his mouth several times but closed it again. He couldn't bear to destroy his daughter's last bit of hope.

He also knew the bitterness and sweetness of loving someone. Finally, he sighed, followed his daughter, and silently sent her out of the palace.

Finally, she couldn't help but admonish: "Luolan, your master has a stubborn temper. If it doesn't work, don't get angry with him..."

Looking at Huan Du Luolan's back, Huan Du Qingtian sighed helplessly. There was no need to say more about what kind of person Murong Ji was. Just by looking at his face, one could tell that he was not an easy person to get along with.

Cruel, ruthless, and cold-blooded. That was his true face. He could really watch a person die without any mercy.

Huan Du Qingtian looked up and could no longer see his daughter. He sighed again, turned around and walked into the palace gate.

Tushan, Twin Peaks.

Murong Ji sat at the table, stretched, put the paper he had just written aside, and waited for the ink to dry.

Taking advantage of this time, he looked up and saw Huan Du Luolan kneeling in front of him. His eyes fell on Ping Qiu Yuechu beside her, breathing in less than breathing out more.

In this state, it would be a blessing to be able to last for a year, it's just a way to survive.

Then he lowered his head, picked up the paperweight, flattened the paper on the table, pressed on top of the paper, picked up the brush, and wrote as if inspired by God.

"He can't be saved. Although Tushan Honghong's demonic power is strong, the way he uses it is not enough for him to bear it. What's more, Dongfang Yuechu's soul has been reincarnated and all the demonic power has been extracted."

Huan Du Luo Lan knocked his head to the ground with a thud: "Master, please have mercy! Master, please have mercy... give him a chance to live! Please, Master!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Several heads hit the ground in succession, each one very hard, making Huan Du Luolan dizzy, and a few hits left a pool of blood.

Murong Ji sighed lightly, "Get up, there is another way. Whether you can save her depends on you."

After hearing this, Huan Du Luo Lan was shocked, stood up staggeringly, and looked at Murong Ji with eager eyes.

(End of this chapter)