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Chapter 1096: The Great Tribulation of the Gods
How can we not make them panic? !

"Ren Jiang! Are you going to betray me?!!!"

Yuanshi Tianzun roared again from the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

Murong Ji pretended not to hear anything. He was a villain. It was common for villains to betray their friends. Wasn't that normal?
What's more, he and Yuanshi Tianzun had no explicit agreement, only a tacit understanding.

"Why are you in such a hurry? They haven't all died yet."

Murong Ji turned his head and saw two disciples operating the Ghost Eyes, constantly recording the scenes in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

It was a battle scene between the mighty ones and even saints in the ancient times, all of which were recorded in the image stone with incredible clarity.

These things will become the key to cultivating the combat effectiveness of the human race in the future, and are also the basis for restraining the many races and creatures in the prehistoric world.

Murong Ji planned to hand this thing over to Huoyun Cave for sorting out, and to come up with an effective method to deal with other races.

Murong Ji felt that he would be losing out if he didn't maximize the benefits of such a good opportunity.

Feeling that the time was almost right, Murong Ji waved his hand and signaled the disciples behind him to go and collect the bodies.

Each person was given a bloodthirsty pig and a sac.

"I'm telling you, those are all Golden Immortals and prehistoric species. Clean up their blood separately. If the blood on the corpses is not cleaned up, don't blame me for causing trouble for you."

“Innate Divine Beings, copy down all their meridian patterns for me. Cut off a piece of origin from each Golden Immortal and seal it separately…”

Every time Murong Ji spoke, the hundreds of disciples behind him broke out in cold sweat.

They were also aware of Murong Ji's picky personality, but he was usually very normal and was an extremely strict and upright master.

At this time, if you don't dig nine feet into the ground, you will be at a loss.

In the past, humans had fewer resources and fewer choices.

Nowadays, the human race is the richest among all the major forces in the prehistoric world, and there are countless resources for cultivation, so there is really no need for that.

Murong Ji didn't need to look back to know what these disciples were talking about.

"You don't know how expensive firewood and rice are until you run a household. Who knows these things will be used in the future? Hurry up!!!"

All the Qingyun disciples flew up on their swords and hurried into Tongguan to collect the bodies.

Murong Ji waited until all the disciples left, then his smile gradually faded. He casually pointed his finger and directly broke the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

Without the suppression and restraint of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, the remaining disciples of the Chan Sect greatly increased in strength.

They counterattacked and killed one after another, and this time, it was a large number of Jiejiao disciples who fell.

Murong Ji was stunned. After he came to his senses, he couldn't help but think carefully. Yuanshi Tianzun was really good at teaching his disciples.

Each one has a unique way and foundation.

The Twelve Golden Immortals are not outstanding among many disciples. Compared with the Jiejiao, they are not at all impressive. There are only a few of them who can be considered acceptable.

However, the combat power of these low-level disciples is generally much higher than that of the low-level disciples of Jiejiao.

With a quick glance, Murong Ji suddenly discovered that among the remaining disciples of the Chan Sect, there was a person gathered in the center.

This man was wearing a suit of armor, which was a rare magical weapon for self-defense, and that magic weapon was given to him by Murong Ji.

He was holding a seven-story pagoda in his hand. This pagoda was interesting, but it was also used for self-defense.

It is easier to break from the inside than from the outside.

Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King!
Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and looked carefully, only to see countless disciples of the Chan sect surrounding Li Jing, and the three people on his left and right were Nezha, Yang Jian, and Lei Zhenzi.

He was firmly protected in the middle, while the outer layers were layer upon layer of disciples of the Chan Sect.

All the disciples of the Chan sect obeyed Li Jing's orders and were very orderly.

The battle formation pattern was exactly the same as the one used by Murong Ji, but in fact, there were some differences as it was Li Jing's own style.

Murong Ji touched his chin with a smile on his face. The few months Li Jing spent in Qingyun Mountain were not in vain. Unknowingly, he learned so many things from him.

He has a natural talent for leadership, and now he is in charge of directing the many disciples of the Chan Sect. However, with just a handful of people, he is able to firmly suppress the people of the Jie Sect.

The ruthless characters of Jiejiao were all entangled and caught up in the war. One by one, they were cut off and sent to the list of gods.
At this moment, once the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was broken, Jiejiao no longer had the advantage in this battle.

They were soon defeated by the immortals of the Chan sect under the command of Li Jing, and the battlefield was divided up layer by layer.

The disciples of Jiejiao fell like rain, shocking everyone so much that they couldn't recover for a long time, and their eyes changed when they looked at Li Jing.

He really can do it!

Those who had experienced the Lich Calamity had also had the good fortune to watch Murong Ji command the battle formation from afar, and it was exactly the same as this!
For a time, the morale of the people of the Chan sect was very high, and under the command of Li Jing, they fought more and more courageously.

The crowd became more and more ruthless in their attacks.

"Ren Jiang!!! Are you going to be my enemy too!!! You and I have never had any cause and effect!!"

Master Tongtian scolded him heartbreakingly, but Murong Ji pretended not to hear anything.

Although they were on different sides, he never felt that he was sorry for anyone.

In less than three hours before and after the war broke out, most of the disciples of the three religions were killed. Even if it was a massacre, it would not be so fast.

These are not ordinary human soldiers, they are all innate divine beings and powerful demons.

All died in Tongguan. Murong Ji looked up and saw that the calamity in the sky was getting thicker and thicker. Even on the land of Tongguan, countless resentments and murders were growing and pouring into the sky.

Murong Ji flipped his hand, and the Zhu Xian Sword appeared on his palm. He swung it casually, and a sword light sank into the clouds.

In an instant, endless clouds rolled, and a large amount of calamity energy seemed to come alive, becoming more and more ferocious.

The five saints were fighting in a group, and in fact, Tongtian Jiaozhu was simply beaten, but he hated it, so no matter what, he had to drag one of them along.

He wanted to use his own holy position to pull the other four off the altar, so as to create an opportunity for Murong Ji to make them fall into disaster.

Murong Ji's smile became more and more intense. There was no other way. After traveling through several worlds, this was probably the first time he had such good luck!

It should have been he who personally pulled them down from their saintly positions and sent them into the mortal world to transcend tribulations, but now, Master Tongtian hated them so much.

Murong Ji stretched his body, and there were crackling sounds on his body. A few hours passed, and the battlefield below gradually calmed down. Most of the people who deserved to die were dead.
However, the fighting between the top leaders of the two religions became more and more fierce.

Li Jing's battle formation was broken, Nezha protected Li Jing and kept looking for a way to survive. Yang Jian and Lei Zhenzi worked together to block the immortals who were chasing after them from the Jiejiao.

These people hated Li Jing very much. If it weren't for a commander like him, the Biyou Palace wouldn't have been so tragic.

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The Twelve Golden Immortals were seriously injured, but they used all their means to surround the Four Holy Mothers, the three Yunxiao sisters, Duobao Taoist, and even several figures from the Eight Immortals of the Jiejiao.

Each of them was shrewd and deadly.

Suddenly, the Taoist Master Ran Deng appeared behind the Holy Mother Jin Ling at some point, and launched a sneak attack with the Qiankun ruler, which hit him on the forehead.

At that moment, the confusion gave Manjusri, Samantabhadra and Cihang, who were besieging the Golden Spirit Mother, an opportunity.

The three of them attacked at the same time, sending the Golden Spirit Mother into disaster.

Murong Ji's face was gloomy, but he didn't react at all.

"Master, Master Jin Ling is in trouble."

A disciple behind him whispered a reminder, and Murong Ji nodded to show that he understood.
With a casual movement of his hand, he directly grasped the soul of the Golden Spirit Mother in his hand. At the same time, the body of the Golden Spirit Mother was also in Murong Ji's arms.

He put it into the Qiankun Qingguang Ring and continued to watch the battle above with his hands behind his back.

Yunxiao, who possesses the Hunyuan Golden Bowl, is extremely powerful. He can fight alone against Jade Ding Zhenren, Nan Ji Xian Weng, and Guang Chengzi, and he is not at a disadvantage.

Yunxiao noticed that Master Ran Deng was coming behind him, and he subconsciously became alert and on guard. When he turned around, he saw a copper coin falling towards him.

It pressed directly on the Hunyuan Golden Bowl, which suddenly became extremely heavy, and all the Taoist rhymes and magic powers on the spiritual treasure dissipated.

The Hunyuan Golden Bowl has become waste!

"Prohibition?!!"

Yunxiao cried out in surprise and subconsciously used the Golden Dragon Shears to directly break Guangchengzi's magic weapon.

At the same time, Guangchengzi flipped his hand and the Heaven-Flipping Seal was directly pressed on the Golden Dragon Shears.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the three of them attacked together and sent Yunxiao into disaster.

Murong Ji's brows sank slightly. He was not unfamiliar with the Heaven-Flipping Seal, which was made from the broken mountain range of Mount Buzhou.

He also had a Heaven-Flipping Seal in his hand, but now he gave it to Yin Changsheng to use as a Ghost Seal.

Once the two main fighting forces of Jiejiao were gone, the pressure on the disciples of Chenjiao was suddenly reduced, and they could then attack the remaining few people.

Murong Ji smacked his lips. Who said the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect were weak? In a real life-and-death fight, each one was more ruthless than the other.

At the very least, the strength displayed by Guangchengzi is not much worse than Yunxiao.

How could the strength of this senior brother of the Chan sect be weak?

As long as Yunxiao doesn't use the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, Guangchengzi really won't be afraid.

These people who cultivate moral integrity usually never show their ferocity or full strength when fighting with others, but now in this life-and-death fight, they will use all their means.

Murong Ji waved his hand and brought back Yunxiao's soul and body.

Not long after, Guangchengzi flew over, bowed hurriedly to Murong Ji, and honestly presented the natal spiritual treasures of the Golden Spirit Mother and Yunxiao to him.

Nothing is missing, nothing is less.

Not long after, Yun Zhongzi sent the souls and corpses of Bixiao and Qiongxiao over.

Murong Ji waved his hand, signaling him to leave. He temporarily placed his two sisters-in-law in the Qiankun Qingguang Ring and would think of a solution when he returned to the mountain.

The war gradually subsided, Jie Religion was defeated, and the other two sects were not in a good situation either.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, looked up at the sky, and the four saints were still pressing Tongtian.

Tongtian is also very powerful. Although he is in a bad state, he is undefeated after all.

Murong Ji laughed a few times, turned the Tianwen Sword in his hand, took a step forward, and slashed at the avenue of the four people with the sword.

The sword fell.

It was as if something was cut off by Murong Ji.

For a split second, the five of them were stunned, and then they realized that it was the connection between themselves and their own avenue.

(End of this chapter)