Chapter 877 Three Immortals Island

Then, he hurriedly descended Mount Xumi and flew towards the human community at the foot of the mountain. He arranged the human tribe members, selected the human monks, and hurriedly flew towards the east with them.

Donghuang Taiyi looked at the formation in front of him with a gloomy expression.

This is a space teleportation formation. The means of setting up the formation is unheard of and has never appeared in the prehistoric times. It is fundamentally different from the innate formation that protected them at birth.

"Haha! Who was I thinking? Lord Dong! It turns out to be you!" Di Jun laughed wildly, with a hint of misery in his smile.

After Dong Wanggong blew himself up on Penglai Island, his soul was also destroyed by them. They thought they could still find his true spirit, but who would have thought that there was no trace of it at all.

At that time, they guessed that someone had taken action! But they worried about it for a long time.

Donghuang Taiyi hurriedly walked to Di Jun's side, looked down, and saw that it was a piece of stone that accidentally blocked the sword energy.

"Postnatal Sword Art! That human is the Lord of the East?!"

Donghuang Taiyi frowned, he was not feeling well either. Murong Ji's Heaven-shaking Seal struck the Donghuang Bell, causing the recoil to disrupt his internal energy and greatly reduce his combat power.

Turning around, he saw his brother Di Jun, covered in blood and in a miserable state. One of his three corpses had scattered, and his strength had fallen from the peak of Quasi-Saint to the middle stage of Quasi-Saint.

The foundation and possibility of becoming a saint have been cut off, which is a huge loss!
Looking at Kunpeng again, two of the Three Corpses were scattered, the Three Flowers were cut off, and the Five Qis were dissipated. At this time, he was only as strong as a Daluo Jinxian.

"Nuwa!" Di Jun stared at the stone in front of him that was pierced by sword energy with a gloomy face.

Donghuang Taiyi and Kunpeng knew in their hearts that it was most likely Nuwa who had taken away Dongwanggong's true spirit, but... why? ! !

Nuwa and Dong Wanggong don’t have much friendship?
The three of them couldn't figure it out.

"We must attack the human race no matter what!" Kunpeng murmured, and the other two agreed with him.

the other side.

Murong Ji and the other two suddenly appeared in the valley. The center of the formation lit up instantly. Without stopping, with the blessing of the formation, they had crossed thousands of miles in an instant.

After the second formation was destroyed, Murong Ji and his companions appeared at the junction of the west and the south, in the primitive jungle.

There was no more formation available, Murong Ji was seriously injured and unable to set up a formation.

If Donghuang and his two companions caught up with them at this moment, they would no longer have the strength to resist and would have to do their best and leave the rest to fate.

Zhao Gongming carried Murong Ji on his back and followed Yunxiao into the dense forest ahead.

Yunxiao found a valley, dug up a cave, and lived in it temporarily. He took out the wooden bed and signaled Zhao Gongming to put Murong Ji down.

Just now when he was lying on the bed, Murong Ji felt pain all over his body, his internal organs had been shattered, and this injury had caused considerable damage to his foundation.

Murong Ji was breathing slowly, feeling really uncomfortable. He swallowed another rhubarb pill, which barely relieved some of the pain.

Yunxiao came back with some water and carefully wiped the blood off Murong Ji's body.

It was not until this time that Murong Ji discovered that Yunxiao's body was covered with Hongyun's blood. The essence of the blood was completely lost, as it was absorbed by the three sisters.

Murong Ji said weakly while lying on the bed: "Don't try to save trouble. The path you cultivate yourself is yours."

Yun Xiao paused while wiping Murong Ji's chest, "I'll save that."

Murong Ji closed his eyes and began to slowly gather his internal organs, reconnect his meridians, and then carefully heal them with both hands.

Until this moment, Murong Ji felt that he was lucky to escape from the hands of three quasi-saint masters.

[Thank you for the blessing of the ancestors...]

In this world, he himself is the ancestor.

[I don't know what happened to Hongyun's soul at this moment. ]

It took Murong Ji three days to repair his meridians and internal organs. When his injuries began to improve, he prescribed himself a medicine to speed up recovery.

When he woke up from meditation, he saw two strange women sitting cross-legged beside him, naked and practicing seriously.

Murong Ji: "..."

Looking closely, both of them are about to transform, but I don't know which one is Bixiao and which one is Qiongxiao.

Besides...he can watch this without paying? ! !
[You really don’t treat me as an outsider…]

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside.

Qiong Xiao and Bi Xiao opened their eyes, and their white porcelain doll-like figures instantly shrank back into the white jade beads.

"Brother Jiang? Are you awake?" Zhao Gongming's voice came.

Murong Ji immediately felt two angry eyes in the bead. Murong Ji nodded without changing his expression, "They didn't chase us, did they?"

Zhao Gongming shook his head, "No, it seems we have escaped."

As he was speaking, Yunxiao walked in.

Murong Ji frowned and thought for a while, then said: "Let's go quickly. The two magic weapons, the River Map and the Luoshu, in Di Jun's hands are the magical treasures of the Yi Dao, and may be able to deduce our whereabouts." After he finished speaking, Zhao Gongming and Yun Xiao were silent, as if they were thinking. Murong Ji was also waiting for them to make a decision. No matter what, he would definitely leave the West.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, Senior Hongyun's soul... should we..." Yunxiao's voice was soft and weak, and it seemed that she wanted Murong Ji to make a decision, but in fact, she already had her own idea.

Murong Ji waved his hand and stood up. "Fellow Daoist Hongyun cannot escape this disaster. Only his soul remains. He has given his fortune and foundation to you sisters."

"You should also be careful. This time, three quasi-saint peak masters are here to hunt him down. Who knows, they might also hunt you down and wipe you out completely."

After Murong Ji finished speaking, he glanced at the two people's expressions and continued, "I suggest that you find a place to survive the transformation calamity, and then find a fairy mountain cave to practice in peace."

Murong Ji stood up and moved his hands and feet. He still felt some pain in his body. That sword had cut through the blockade of the Donghuang Bell, and naturally exposed his own sword skills.

He estimated that Emperor Jun Donghuang would think that he was the reincarnation of King Dong, and his future would be uneasy.

Murong Ji even felt that after the two of them returned to heaven this time, they would massacre the human race on a large scale and refine the so-called Tu Wu Sword.

Murong Ji sometimes wondered if the so-called Witch-Slaying Sword was just a gimmick? ! Just a name to strike at the human race and consolidate the power of the demon race?
When he came to his senses, it was already midnight. Murong Ji stretched his body and turned to look at Sanxiao and Zhao Gongming, "What is your decision?"

"Brother Jiang, let's follow you." Zhao Gongming and his companions smiled bitterly. The skills they practiced were taught by the Great Clear Saint. They had originally wanted to worship the Great Clear Saint as their master, but who would have thought...

It’s not that they haven’t tried before, but Saint Taiqing looks down on them, which makes them feel a little inferior, especially in front of Murong Ji.

Murong Ji chuckled. He could more or less understand their thoughts and psychological struggles. If it were in the past, it would be fine for them to follow him. He had extraordinary knowledge and could guide them in their cultivation.

But it’s no use now. A war between humans and demons is about to break out, and staying with me will only lead to death.

Murong Ji took a deep breath and said, "Don't follow me. There are troubles all around me. Let me find a place for you to go. You can practice well there."

Having said that, Murong Ji walked out of the cave.

Zhao Gongming and Yunxiao followed Murong Ji with their two younger sisters. The brother and sister looked at each other but said nothing.

A few people took advantage of the night, used the Hunyuan Golden Bowl to conceal the secret, and flew towards the East China Sea.

One is east and the other is west, the distance to be crossed is not far. As dawn approached, Murong Ji looked back in the direction of Wuzhuang Temple.

I was thinking, can Hong Yun’s soul find the location of the underworld?
[If you enter the underworld now and wait until Hou Tu attains enlightenment, you can still earn some merits from the underworld. ]

Murong Ji thought again of the large piece of Hongmeng purple energy in his hand, and knew in his heart that this thing must not be revealed.

That kind of turmoil is not something he can calm down right now.

After coming to his senses, he hurried on his way. The days from now on would not be easy. He had to improve his cultivation as soon as possible. Not only that, he also had to lead the human race to improve its overall strength.

The human race is weak and has almost no power to fight against the monsters.

Then, Murong Ji passed the message to Xuandu and others through the communication ring.

Before Donghuang and Dijun go back to issue orders, this period of time becomes very precious and there are many things that can be done.

For example, summoning human masters.

Murong Ji ordered all the human masters to lead their people to migrate to Huaxu Country. Or, to disperse their people completely into the mountains and forests and hide them.

Otherwise, the human race would be dispersed and taken to various famous mountains and rivers, or they would go into hiding or seek a disciple. No matter what, the goal would be to try to keep the human race alive.

After flying for several months, we finally breathed a sigh of relief when we were close to the coast of the East China Sea.

The direction they entered the East China Sea was somewhat special. They came from deep mountains and old forests, passed through endless miasma, and crossed the sea.

Suddenly, I saw three islands above the waves in the distance.

Murong Ji opened his eyes and took a look, he was surprised, these three islands were not simple.

The terrain under the sea is connected to each other, and it is actually a fairy mountain. The part exposed above the sea becomes three islands.

Above the island, there are clouds and mists. Clouds and mists have been gathering for years. There are also faint traces of innate formations around, but unfortunately they have not taken shape.

Murong Ji glanced over and was stunned. A large amount of cloud essence had actually gathered in the clouds, and no consciousness had yet been born. For Sanxiao, this was truly an opportunity.

Murong Ji said calmly, "Your chance has come. This is the Three Immortals Island!"

"Opportunity?! Three Immortals..." Yunxiao was a little confused, but he didn't ask too much. Perhaps he could understand it if he thought about it carefully.

"Are you leaving, Brother Jiang?" Yun Xiao asked softly.

Murong Ji turned his head to look at Zhao Gongming, then looked at her: "It's time to leave. You will all transform. If we have the chance to meet again in the future, we can chat again."

"I have to go back now. I can't wait until you get through the transformation calamity..."

"Yunxiao understands."

After arriving at the Three Immortals Island, Murong Ji carefully searched the entire underwater fairy mountain. This mountain is truly a spiritual vein and a rare blessed land.

(End of this chapter)