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Chapter 1091: Hanging Corpse Demonstration
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Chang Xi didn't want to think about the twists and turns and was about to turn around and leave, but was grabbed by Murong Ji's arm.

Murong Ji was about to hug Chang Xi in his arms, but Chang Xi pulled her arms away and put his hands on her butt.

"You smell like Jin Ling. You just talked to her... Don't mess with me!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Xi turned around and turned into moonlight and disappeared. Murong Ji was not surprised by this trick, as he had seen Queen Mother of the West use it before.

Not long after this, news came that Zhao Gongming had died.

Murong Ji was somewhat helpless, as he and Zhao Gongming had a close relationship as siblings, and there was affection between them.

There is really no way to just ignore it.

Before Murong Ji could make any move, at midnight, Zhao Gongming's soul came to visit him.

This made Murong Ji a little stunned for a moment.

He hurriedly brought Zhao Gongming's soul into the study, and without waiting for him to sit down, he went to see his soul.

The innate Dao pattern imprinted on the soul has disappeared, and what replaced it is the restriction of life and death.

The list of gods!
Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and was about to tell Zhao Gongming how to remove the List of the Gods.

Then Zhao Gongming said, "The three sisters Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao have decided to go into the robbery. Brother Jiang, you and I have known each other since we were little."

"There is no need to explain our affection for each other. If you and Yunxiao can accomplish something, our friendship will be further strengthened. Now I beg you."

"Go and capture my three sisters to Qingyun Mountain. Don't let them follow my old path."

Murong Ji looked at Zhao Gongming clasping his fists and saluting. For a moment, his expression was unclear and all kinds of memories kept flashing before his eyes.

These four brothers and sisters are three white clouds and a wisp of fresh breeze. They are the rare innate divinities in the world.

Don’t think that Qingfeng’s foundation is low. The previous innate pure air was from Hongjun Daozu, and the innate turbid air was from Demon Ancestor Luohou.

Murong Ji clasped his fists in return: "Why do we have to say all this between you and me? Will I watch Yun Xiao die?"

"Brother Zhao, you..."

Zhao Gongming understood what Murong Ji wanted to ask, "It was Yuanshi Tianzun who released me. Once I was included in the Conferred God List, I would no longer be free."

“I have an innate great way, and it is used by the Conferred God List. If he does not show me mercy, I will not be able to leave the Conferred God List. Even my life and death are not up to me, ah…”

"If my guess is correct, he wants me to come to you and ask you to solve the Nine Bends of the Yellow River Formation, take in the three Yunxiao sisters, and stop interfering in the Conferred God Tribulation."

Murong Ji nodded. Yuanshi Tianzun still knew how to behave. "Brother Zhao, you are not the kind of person who stirs up trouble, nor do you like excitement. Why did you come down the mountain to help Wen Zhong?"

Zhao Gongming was stunned for a moment, and muttered: "The Chan Sect killed people and hung their bodies to dry for several days. I... was invited by Junior Brother Changqing, but I didn't have the skills, so... I suffered a disaster."

Murong Ji's pupils suddenly became sharp, and he sneered: "Oh? This is interesting!"

The two discussed some more details, and then took away Zhao Gongming's soul and immersed it in the Yellow Spring water.

As the sky brightened, Murong Ji flew down the mountain on his sword.

Most of the Jiejiao people are those who are covered with scales and horns, and are born from eggs in moisture.

I'm not talking about their physical appearance, but their character, which is like a beast-like scum.

In addition, Master Tongtian practiced all year round without any supervision, and Taoist Duobao also did not have many restrictions on his cultivation tools, which made these disciples act recklessly.

Over the years, many evil deeds have been reported to him.

The deaths of the Jiejiao immortals met Murong Ji's goal and were good deaths.

Most of the people in the Chan school have above-standard character, but there are bound to be a few bad apples. What can you do about it?

Compared to those treacherous villains, these hypocrites are even more troublesome.

Among a group of moral masters, it is impossible to tell what kind of people they are in nature.

Chang Qing asked Zhao Gongming to go down the mountain to help collect the innate sacred corpse, but still encountered difficulties. Who dares to obstruct the sacrifice of the humane formation?
When we arrived at Xiqi City, we saw endless military camps and battle lines between the two sides. I don't know how many humans were killed in front of Xiqi City.

Wisps of black, the brewing aura of disaster, all gathered above the head and disappeared into the dark cloud.

The place where the two armies are facing each other is the place where the aura of disaster is the strongest.

Murong Ji landed on a mountain not far away, looking at the battlefield in front of him with a thoughtful look on his face.

Soon, two disciples, Chang Qing and Chang Jian, appeared behind Murong Ji, and countless figures flew over on swords and landed behind the two men.

Murong Ji then turned around and looked. These people were all his Qingyun Sect's core disciples.

He glanced over and asked calmly, "What's going on?"

At this time, Chang Qing stepped forward and said, "Master, my ability is not good enough. The Taoist Master Ran Deng detained the bodies of the Jiejiao people and hung them up as a demonstration."

"We went to ask for it, but... I went forward to fight him, but I couldn't win several times. I had no choice but to ask Master Zhao for help..."

"Who would have thought that I would be plotted against by the Chan Sect? I failed to do my job well, so I will die!"

Murong Ji listened to Chang Qing's crying voice and understood.

The Taoist Master Ran Deng is an old-fashioned innate saint in the ancient times. He was born after Emperor Jun and Emperor Donghuang, but his origin and background are no worse than these people.

The qualities of a saint. How many people in the ancient times have the qualities of a saint?

Today, Chang Qing Chang Jian is the most accomplished disciple among his disciples. He has reached the level of a quasi-saint and his combat power is invincible among his peers.

It is not easy to remain undefeated in the battle against Master Ran Deng.

They couldn't win, and it was not easy to drag the disciples of the Queen Wa Palace into the catastrophe. Murong Ji had other things to do, so it was not easy for him to take action. Moreover, as disciples serving in front of him, they had some guesses about what Murong Ji wanted to do.

Then, we can only ask the three familiar people to help.

Zhao Gongming's strength and ability are no worse than Yunxiao's, but he has the best relationship with them, so naturally they would give priority to asking him to come out and help.

Murong Ji nodded to show that he understood, then turned around and saw ten corpses hanging in front of the Xiqi army's gate.

The Ten Heavenly Lords of Jiejiao!

Hanging corpses in protest is so shameless!

"That's interesting. Go and tell them that I, Jiang, am here in person to claim the body."

Chang Qing immediately flew up on his sword and headed towards the Xiqi military camp.

Murong Ji's gaze fell on Chang Jian again, but saw Chang Jian stiffen, and took out a book from his arms with some embarrassment.

He handed it to Murong Ji respectfully.

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Murong Ji flipped through it casually. It was a detailed record of the entire process of the Conferred God Tribulation, which was extremely clear and concise.

These two disciples almost grew up under his care, and he knew their personalities very well.

The two people have different ways of doing things, but they are very compatible. One is bold and the other is careful.

The two people's ways of filing complaints are also different.

For example, Chang Jian recorded all these things in a notebook.

After reading a few pages, Murong Ji understood that people from the Jiejiao sect kept dying, and many people from the Chenjiao sect also died.

Most of the outer palace servants of the Chan sect who came down the mountain to help were the innate saints who were listening to the sermon outside the hall.

Regardless of his moral character, he was finally recognized by Yuanshi Tianzun.

This disciple of his wanted to tell himself that many of the people who died in the Chan sect and should have been on the list were resurrected.

A life-and-death crisis, but only resulted in serious injuries.

"You are accusing Yuanshi Tianzun of letting your disciples off the hook."

"Disciple dare not!"

Murong Ji sneered, he was too bold.

"Go to Fengdu and ask your mistress for a page of the Book of Life and Death. Put up all those damned disciples. I want to see it..."

As soon as the words fell, Murong Ji's expression froze, and then he asked: "How many times did Jiang Ziya die?!!"

Chang Jian stepped forward, clasped his fists and said, "Master, Jiang Ziya is not dead, but he was seriously injured by Junior Brother Wen Zhong."

"Now, he has been rescued by the disciples of the Chan Sect."

Murong Ji nodded and waved his hand, saying, "Go!"

Chang Jian flew up on his sword and headed towards the underworld in the west.

Not long after, the people of the Chan sect hurriedly put the Jie sect's corpse hanging in front of the camp gate into the coffin.

The corpses of the Jiejiao sect were escorted personally by the Taoist Master Ran Deng and presented to Murong Ji.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, long time no see."

Murong Ji nodded indifferently, his eyes sweeping over the fourteen or fifteen corpses one by one.

These people were all disciples of the Jiejiao Sect. The Chenjiao Sect did not even leave behind the corpse of a single disciple.

The souls of all the people in Jiejiao were detained in the List of Gods, leaving only their bodies to be manipulated by others.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "The disciples of the Chan Sect are indeed very powerful. There are so many of them, but not a single one of them has died."

"Could it be that the people from the Biyou Palace showed mercy?? That shouldn't be the case!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Xianjiao sect all looked unhappy, especially the Taoist Master Ran Deng, who slowly put away the smile on his face.

Looking at it again, that smile looked so fake.

"Fellow Taoist, you are joking."

"Uncle Jiang, you don't know. Master loves us disciples and has many magic weapons to protect us, so we are only seriously injured."

Murong Ji turned his head and saw a half-bald man with a face that looked blessed with good health.

Murong Ji deeply agreed and nodded heavily: "It is indeed a joke! Zhao Gongming can't even take away a disciple of the Chan Sect."

"Such a powerful sect, shouldn't it have unified the prehistoric world long ago?"

Taoist Ran Deng raised his head slowly, looking unhappy, and said calmly: "Daoyou Jiang, please don't say anything nonsense, lest you hurt our friendship."

"Hahaha, fellow Taoist, what you said makes sense. I, Jiang, just said something nonsense, I hope you can forgive me and tolerate it!" Murong Ji smiled happily, as if he was really apologizing to Taoist Ran Deng.

Jade Ding Zhenren, who was hiding behind, had a sullen look on his face. Others didn't know what Murong Ji was like. He had followed Murong Ji for almost half his life.

How could you not understand what kind of person Murong Ji is?

Then he said, "Yang Jian! Why don't you go forward and pay your respects?!"

Yang Jian was stunned. He was a little surprised. In this meeting between the great masters of the prehistoric world, he was also involved? He couldn't even sit at the table! !
(End of this chapter)