Chapter 632 Why don’t you just die?
Murong Ji shrank his pupils, feeling the oppression of the power of heaven and earth in Beishan, or it was that unconscious feeling of oppression.

"Awesome! Is this the Lord of Destruction?!"

At this time, Shi Kuan's control over the power of heaven and earth was even greater than that of Tushan Honghong.

Strictly speaking, what Shi Kuan is doing can be considered as cultivation. According to the cultivation method of this world, Shi Kuan's constant recollection of his feelings for the Princess of the Demon-Controlling Country is also a process of tempering his "heart".

"Sister Honghong, when will you be able to take your place as the leader of the Demon Alliance? No wonder that roast chicken doesn't obey you."

Then, he turned around and searched around the imperial city.

The search lasted for more than half a month, but there was no clue at all.

Murong Ji felt a little regretful.

When I was studying astrology with Zhou Yixian, why didn’t I learn his landscape physiognomy?

With his mastery of landscape physiognomy, the mountains, rivers and land veins no longer had any secrets to him.

If you look carefully, you can find where Shi Kuan came from. There is no need to look so hard.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji took a look and saw the endless border of the Northern Demon Kingdom.

On the other side is outside the circle!

Outside the border, there is a vast expanse of purple air and fog covering the sky and earth, which seems to be a desperate situation for all living beings.

He was still far away from the northern border, but the purple smoke was so widespread that it almost filled the sky and earth outside, making it difficult not to see it.

Murong Ji thought about it and flew his sword a little closer.

When we got to the border, thousands of miles away, we could see the continuous city walls built by the Demon-Controlling Kingdom. These were continuous restrictions set up to prevent creatures from outside the circle from coming in.

Compared with the circle of the Third Young Master, this kind of restriction is as different as the difference between a grain of rice and a pearl.

It is nothing more than giving psychological comfort to the creatures in the circle.

Murong Ji opened his eyes and looked into the endless purple fog.

In the mist, there were ghostly things floating around, without any entity. Or rather, the purple air was their entity.

Wandering in the fog, it seemed to be constantly luring the sheep in the sheepfold to jump out.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled, thought about it, and finally suppressed the thought and desire to go out.

Our current strength is very weak, so we can’t be too reckless.

He flew away on his sword, but this time he searched in a different direction.

Another half month passed, and still no results.

Even if Murong Ji flew over the top of the mountain, he could not tell that the mountain was Shi Kuan's mother body.

"I've been thinking about Shi Kuan's mother all day. If he finds out, he will probably go crazy and hunt me down all over the world." Murong Ji looked around bored.

Mountains are connected to mountains, but water is not connected to water. This is almost an uninhabited area, and there are few monsters. The ones that do exist are just those small monsters that have just become spirits and don't know how to survive.

As time goes by, these monsters will no longer be able to survive here and will gradually migrate out of the mountain.

His eyes swept across the mountains, and suddenly, Murong Ji saw a mountain path.

That was a mountain road that someone had deliberately built. It was a bit old and looked like a former official road that had not been repaired for many years.

Murong Ji's heart trembled, and he quickly flew over on his sword, slowly flying along the official road. Soon he saw a ruined city.

It’s not quite accurate to call it a city, it should be called a mining city!
Murong Ji let out a long breath. This city was most likely one of the targets when Shi Kuan was dug out.

As soon as he landed, before he even went up the mountain, Murong Ji felt as if he was being stared at by something.

That feeling is like a poisonous snake preying on its prey, and the venomous and resentful evil thoughts send chills down one's spine.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, and followed his feeling to find it.

But he saw a dense forest instead. He felt a little uneasy, so he drew out the Tianwen Sword, walked forward cautiously, and rushed into the dense forest, where he saw a mound.

The mound is not small, and the color of the soil is grayish white, just like mud, and it looks a bit sticky and disgusting.

When he opened his eyes, he found another world beneath the mound. It turned out to be a shelter with everything he needed. Although it was small, it had everything.

Apparently, there is another passage. Following that passage, it leads to the mine.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, made a gesture with his fingers, and directly blocked the passage, then looked under the mound again.

Hiding under the mound was a ragged monster, who looked emaciated and like skin and bones. If you didn't look carefully, you would think it was a skeleton that had turned into a spirit.

Seeing his appearance, Murong Ji had a vague guess in his heart, "Reverend Beishan?" Then, he directly summoned the Fulong Ding and set up the Kunlong Que around it to prevent the other party from escaping.

Then he looked at the mound and walked around it. Murong Ji discovered that this thing was a piece of soil that could hide the breath, as if it was a specially refined magic weapon.

The soil was rare, so Murong Ji didn't think twice and directly put the soil into the Qiankun Qingguang Ring, hoping to study it carefully when he had the chance in the future.

The mound of earth suddenly dissipated, revealing the monster. It tried several times to use magic to try to escape, but found that it could not.

He looked at Murong Ji helplessly, his heart and eyes filled with fear. He was a little timid and wanted to say something, but finally swallowed his words.

Murong looked at the monster with great interest, seeing his embarrassment and panic-stricken look. He was silent for a long time and suddenly asked, "Reverend Beishan?"

"No, no, I'm not a big shot like Venerable Beishan. I'm just a small monster." The voice was weak, as if the louder it was, the less likely it would be to be hurt.

Murong Ji smiled and said it didn't matter if the monster didn't admit it. Suddenly, a pair of big blue hands appeared on his body and directly covered the monster's head.

In an instant, Murong Ji's eyes flashed with images, as if he was watching a movie, and he went through the life of this monster directly.

To be precise, the parents of this monster are also monsters, not elves born naturally.

The gestation period of a monster is very rare, and it is not easy for the gestation periods of two monsters to come together.

All the children born are precious treasures.

This Reverend Beishan was implanted with a demon-control talisman when he was just born, and was raised as a slave since childhood.

Because of their ugly appearance and lack of ability, it is inevitable that they will be bullied. Under such circumstances, it is hard for a person or a monster not to have a twisted mentality.

And this Beishan Reverend, a little monster without even a name, could not accept his fate, so by chance, he went out once...

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. His memories after he went out were a little confused, intermittent, and incoherent. In other words, the time sequence didn't match up!
Who could have imagined that such a cowardly person would do something that many people would not even dare to think about.

Overthrow the Demon-controlling Kingdom!
After being defeated by Shi Kuan, he was thrown into the North Mountain again, but he did not linger. Most of the previous arrangements were left behind. Up to now, in order to gain strength, he began to study Jin Chenxi.

Buy and sell human and demon populations to feed the lively Golden Dawn.

Many years ago, Xiao Wancheng was investigated for the missing human children case. He was seriously injured and dying. Jin Chenxi pretended to be dead and deceived Xiao Wancheng.

As a result, most of the research results were lost.

Even so, this guy is still planning to create an artificial Demon King, hoping to deprive Beishan of control over the power of heaven and earth.

What Murong Ji was interested in was his research on Jin Chenxi, which was really thorough!

[This guy is a genius!] This thought subconsciously emerged in Murong Ji's mind. Moreover, he is a research genius who will be recorded in history!

"Awesome! Really awesome! Why didn't you meet me first?!" Murong Ji turned his head and looked at the mountains and the mine in the distance.

Mutian City!
This is the name given by Venerable Beishan.

A mining city, only with a serial number but no name. Murong Ji raised his eyebrows, turned to look at the Beishan Reverend, and suddenly said: "I want to ride on the raft, bathing in the glory of the sun and the moon. Bathing in the glory of the sun and the moon, bathing in the glory of the world, what a good name."

The expression on Beishan Reverend's face froze, but it became even more terrifying. He pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

Murong Ji suddenly said, "You were born at the wrong time. If you had met me earlier, there wouldn't have been so many things going on, and you wouldn't have done so many evil things. Now, it's impossible for me to take you in."

Beishan Reverend's ambition has already begun, and Murong Ji can't tolerate it. If he was the leader of a faction, he could still keep his life under his nose, but unfortunately...

"Your luck is really bad. Every time you are about to succeed, you are interrupted."

Reverend Beishan was shocked, and lowered his head in a somewhat desolate manner, "Yes, my luck is really bad. Every time when I am about to succeed, someone or a demon comes to disrupt the situation. It's as if this world cannot accommodate me..."

Murong Ji smiled slightly and said softly: "Then why don't you just die? Once you die, all the pain and troubles will be gone..."

The sound was not loud, but to the ears of Reverend Beishan, it sounded like the heavenly sound awakening the world.

A heavy tongue!

Murong Ji was a little worried. If this old villain got on his mind, he, Murong Ji, would not be able to sleep well at night.

Moreover, this Reverend Beishan is truly a man of great talent, and his research on some things is more profound than that of ordinary humans and monsters.

If people want to conduct research outside the circle, not to mention other things, just study Jin Chenxi and understand the outside world. He is a pioneering historical figure.

If such a person becomes an enemy, Murong Ji will feel uneasy unless he sees him die.

Murong Ji searched through his memory again and again, looking for his other research results. Good things should be passed down. If he compiled a book or history in the future, it would not be a bad idea to include him in it.

Suddenly, Murong Ji was stunned again. Reverend Beishan's memory of the outside world was vague and confusing.

There were only a few clips, but Murong Ji was shocked.

(End of this chapter)