Chapter 364 Don’t Act Like a Little Girl

Murong Ji glanced at her, but did not deny it: "Yes, she is a proud person. When I choose to betray this relationship, it's the end of us."

Jin Ping'er's eyes lit up instantly, and within a moment, she thought about it countless times, "It's not too much for me to have a child, right? You also said that there is something wrong with my body. Apart from you, no one else can make me pregnant."

Murong Ji almost laughed out of anger. It was good to be lucky, but considering all factors, almost no one could replace the value that Lu Xueqi could provide to him.

First, in terms of cultivation, the two of them complemented each other's shortcomings. Now that she has followed the path of thunder refining of the Fulu School, the help she has given to him is irreplaceable by others.

Secondly, in terms of emotions, Lu Xueqi's figure and appearance are the best in the world. Except for the fox demon Xiaobai and Biyao, no one can compare to her.

That kind of courageous spirit to be the first, and her occasional arrogance to be on top, can that person replace her?

If there is any flaw, it is that she is not as charming as the fox demon Xiaobai.

Jin Ping'er...haha, if it doesn't affect the relationship between him and Lu Xueqi, he naturally doesn't care. If he is asked to choose between the two, it will definitely be Lu Xueqi.

After Murong Ji finished his meal, he directly settled the room fee and flew towards the southeast on his sword.

A few days later, Murong Ji found a place to stay outside the city. As soon as he entered the city, he was stopped by someone. Murong Ji was startled to see that the other party was wearing the uniform of a Qingyun Sect disciple.

My whereabouts were unknown, so how did they find me?
He glanced at the other Qingyun disciples waiting at the city gate, and realized that there were probably people waiting for him in every city in the north. He took the letter handed over by the other party, checked the wax, and opened it. There were only a few words.

"Junior Brother Murong, come back quickly!"

Murong Ji was shocked by Xiao Yicai's handwriting. Either Daoxuan had returned, or there was something wrong with the Tianji Seal.

Thinking of the Heavenly Secret Seal, I remembered that the last time, Cangsong and Jin Ping'er went to destroy the Heavenly Secret Seal!
I couldn't help but rub my swollen forehead. The last time I met Jin Ping'er, I forgot to ask her about her situation.

No matter which of these two things is important, he turned around and left the city without stopping, flying towards Qingyun Mountain on his sword.

It took Murong Ji eight days to see the shadow of Qingyun Mountain, and another day to reach Heyang City.

As they approached Heyang City, Murong Ji's face became solemn. The spiritual energy and evil spirits were extremely chaotic. This was not the number one spiritual mountain in the world, it was clearly a dangerous place!
Ghost King Sect.

Qinglong sat in front of the table, holding a chess piece in his hand, thinking quietly. His frown suddenly relaxed, and after he raised his hand to place the chess piece, his expression relaxed.

He sniffed gently, and a fresh fragrance rushed into his nose, "Old Four, why did you bring this weeping crabapple here?"

Opposite Qinglong, the sickly young scholar made his move on chess without any hesitation, already having a plan in mind.

"I originally wanted to meet Murong Ji and see what's so magical about him. I didn't expect that we would meet in this way."

Qinglong picked up the chess piece and frowned again. In his heart, he blamed him for not giving face to his elder brother.

"How long will you stay this time?"

The Xuanwu Saint Envoy sighed and said slowly, "I'll leave in a few days."

Qinglong didn't ask any more questions, but thought carefully about the chess game in front of him.

"Brother, there is a problem in the temple. Find a chance and take the second brother and third sister back." Xuanwu murmured. His voice was not loud, but it frightened Qinglong so much that he stood there in a daze.

"Fourth Brother, are you kidding?" The chess piece in Qinglong's hand accidentally fell onto the chessboard, and he didn't care about anything else at this moment.

"I have already told the Ghost King that something has gone wrong in the temple. He is now considering whether or not he should let you go."

Qinglong didn't say anything, he remained silent, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"I haven't seen you for thirteen years. The Ghost King has changed a lot."

Qinglong finally came back to his senses and sighed, "He has experienced too much suffering in the past thirteen years."

Xuanwu smiled and said nothing. He couldn't play the game any further, so he simply picked up the chess pieces.

"Let's go back to the temple. You are needed there. I am a sick man and I can't control him."

Qinglong pondered for a long time before he relaxed, "Okay, we will go to the temple."

Three days later, more than a thousand core followers belonging to the four holy envoys headed west.

Thousands of people stood at the gate of the Ghost King Sect, watching them leave quietly.

"Master, this is the time when we need people. Just letting them go..." Taoist Cangsong looked at those people with a serious face. These one thousand cultivators were a considerable force.

"Let them go. Their original duty is to guard the temple. I can still accomplish my great cause without them!" Wanrenwang had a gloomy face, snorted coldly, and turned to enter the Ghost King Sect.

Taoist Cangsong's face became more and more gloomy. These days, he has come to understand clearly that the deputy leader of the Ghost King Sect is actually Qinglong. In many things, he is more useful than Zhang Xiaofan.

The actual second in command of the Ghost King Sect, he is gone now...

Cangsong turned his head and looked at the Ghost King Sect. The uneasiness that came from the bottom of his heart really made him frightened, but also made him extremely eager.

Looking outside Fox Mountain and then at the Ghost King Sect, he had a feeling that his current choice would determine his future path.

Those would be two different lives.

Cangsong suddenly felt a little timid, just like when he decided to betray Qingyun Sect, the choice was so heavy. "Oh? You want to leave too?"

Suddenly, a murderous intent came from the gloomy corridor of the Ghost King Sect. Cangsong subconsciously shuddered and woke up. Looking at the thousands of people hidden in the darkness, he could only see a corner of his clothes.

Cangsong said, "No, I just think it's a pity. With the four great saints here, we will have an easier time."

"Oh. Don't worry." The faint voice came again, and the murderous intent slowly receded.

Cangsong let out a long breath, thought for a while, and walked into the Ghost King Sect. He entered the lobby and looked around, but there were no tens of thousands of people around.

Sea of ​​blood, tens of thousands of people stood on the stone platform that overlooked the sea of ​​blood in the cave, quietly looking at the Fulong land in the sky.

From this point of view, the sword mark was extremely obvious and the chop was done extremely skillfully.

Above the Fulong Ding, blood mist condensed and slowly formed a hideous demon face. Every time the face gathered, it would be dispersed by the white light on the forehead.

However, Murong Ji's sword mark happened to strike right in the middle of the white light, destroying the effect of the white light.

Every time the hideous demon face dispersed, it would reunite again, never getting tired of it. Every time it gathered and then dispersed, it would intensify the dissipation of the white light.

"Did Murong Ji do this on purpose? ! ! How could he break the Qiankun Lock? ! ! "

Tens of thousands of people exclaimed in surprise, it was just that Murong Ji's sword was too skillful in killing the ghosts and gods.

Mr. Ghost looked at the Qiankun Lock in silence. After a long while, he said, "I'm afraid that Murong Ji has already cracked the ancient artifact, the Qiankun Samsara Disk."

"Impossible! This kind of divine object is only mentioned briefly in many classics. Even the Heavenly Evil King and the Netherworld Mother have never seen such a divine object."

"Even if there is a way to crack it, it has been lost long ago!"

Mr. Gui wanted to say something else, but looking at Wanrenwang's stubborn attitude, he knew that it would be useless no matter what he said.

Murong Ji was able to replicate many artifacts, so couldn't he have dismantled the pattern of the Qiankun Samsara Disk? Did he disintegrate the Qiankun Samsara Disk from the most fundamental point?
Mr. Gui felt that Murong Ji could do it.

"How long will it take for this Qiankun Lock to be completely worn out?"

The voice of the people came again, and Mr. Gui said slowly: "According to the current progress, there is still half a month."

Qingyun Mountain.

After not returning for several months, Murong Ji landed on Dazhu Peak and heard Dahuang's cry, which seemed to remind him that someone was coming to Dazhu Peak.

Song Daren hurriedly walked out of Shoujing Hall, took a glance, and saw Murong Ji.

"Big Brother." Murong Ji bowed and saluted. Now that Song Daren was the head of the lineage, he naturally could not neglect him.

Song Daren accepted his greeting, and after he stood up, he leaped in front of him and grabbed Murong Ji's arm, "Seventh Brother! Where have you been! Come with me quickly, something big has happened in the sect!"

Murong Ji was dragged out by Song Daren before he had time to rest.

"Qingfeng! Go find your mistress at Tongtian Peak!"

"Yes, Master Uncle!"

He was dragged to Tongtian Peak by Song Daren. He didn't care about the Zhuxian Sword Formation above the square and flew directly into the gate of Yuqing Palace.

"Brother Chang Jian, please inform the head brother that the seventh brother is back."

Chang Jian left in a hurry without saying much.

Song Daren pulled Murong Ji up to the high platform of Yuqing Palace and sat down on the first seat.

Murong Ji glanced and saw a chair slightly behind Song Daren. That was the seat for his master's wife Su Ru. In an instant, sadness surged over him.

"Seventh Brother, don't act like a little girl. What's most important is that we pass on the inheritance. No matter what, we have to give an explanation to the master."

Murong Ji came back to his senses, bowed slightly, and sat in the seat that originally belonged to his master's wife.

Soon, a disciple came forward to bring tea and water. Song Daren took out a teacup and poured a cup of tea for Murong Ji.

When they were the only ones left on the platform, Song Daren said, "The Heavenly Secret Seal was destroyed! We guess it was Cangsong who did it."

Murong Ji was not surprised, as he was the one who gave the locations of the ancient caves in each peak.

"How does Senior Brother Xiao want to solve this?"

Song Daren was stunned. His junior brother was a little too calm. The situation between the righteous and evil sects was very tense right now. A fight might break out at any time.

"Seventh Brother, have you guessed it a long time ago? ! ! Or..." He had an uneasy thought, a thought that was too crazy and frightened him to even think about it.

Murong Ji nodded, "To be honest with you, Senior Brother, I was the one who provided the locations of the ancient caves on the peaks."

(End of this chapter)