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Chapter 1098 Saint's Tribulation (Supplement No. )
But Murong Ji wiped out an entire road with the Zhuxian Sword, how could they not be terrified!

"Junior Brother!!!"

The Taoist Jie Yin collapsed instantly. The two of them transformed together and went through so many disasters together.

No matter how difficult it is to become a saint or to practice, we have always been living together as brothers.

Who can understand the friendship between them!
Today, the Taoist Zhunti has completely fallen into disaster, which makes Jie Yin a little confused.

Then, a few traces of resentment suddenly emerged in his heart. He looked at Murong Ji with a look full of resentment.

In an instant, the Taoist Jie Yin came to his senses, suppressed the resentment and anger in his heart, calmed it down in his heart, and once again became the kind-hearted Taoist.

Unconsciously, that resentment had infected the origin of the Taoist master.

Suddenly, in the pile of flesh and blood below, several wisps of souls sprouted from the blood.

The Taoist Jie Yin was stunned, then delighted. He instantly grasped those strands of soul in his hands, hid far away from Murong Ji, secretly guarding against him trying to kill again.

Murong Ji sneered and watched Tongtian Jiaozhu fill the position of Zhunti Taoist and continue to encircle him.

Murong Ji gently twisted the Tianwen Sword in his hand, and only then noticed that a gap had been created on the sword body by the innate spiritual treasure, what a pity!

He touched the Tianwen Sword with some heartache. It was his old friend. It had always been with him for so many years.

The Tianwen Sword trembled slightly, which was considered a response to Murong Ji.

"Ren Jiang, do we really have to go this far?!!"

Murong Ji did not respond. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Some things had to be done.

Do it even if you are struck by lightning!
The figure suddenly disappeared, and he took steps one by one. With each step, he rose hundreds of meters and arrived under the sky.

He held the Tianwen Sword high in both hands, held a breath, and in the process of breathing, he triggered the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.

Endless dark clouds rolled in, and the entire calamity cloud instantly turned into thunder.

"Nine Heavens Mysterious Evil!"

"Become a divine thunder!"

Murong Ji took some steps, ascending to the sky with each step, and headed towards the thunder in the sky.

At the same time, the fetal membrane of the Heavenly Dao was instantly broken, and a large amount of chaotic energy poured in.

Merging into the calamity cloud, the chaotic thunder was dark and mysterious, and its flashes were breathtaking.

The four saints' hearts were shaken violently, and a chill instantly went straight to their foreheads.

Especially the Three Pure Ones, their faces were pale.

The great catastrophe of the beginning of the universe!
They had only seen this kind of thunder tribulation in the inherited scenes, during the thunder tribulation when Pangu created the world.

"Stop him!!"

Tongtian Patriarch roared and rushed forward first. At the same time, Taiqing Laozi directly handed over the four Zhuxian swords.

Patriarch Tongtian took the four Zhuxian swords and rushed towards Murong Ji with all his strength.

In other directions, three saints leaped up at the same time.

"Brilliant Heavenly Power!"

"Lead it with the sword!"

"Crack!!"

Endless black divine thunder flashed, and was guided by Murong Ji to the sword, and then slashed down fiercely.

There was thunder and lightning everywhere, and the four saints who had just rushed up were blasted away by the thunder.

The thunder was so powerful that it split into four streams of light, just like the order of heaven. The chains that were thrown down firmly locked up the four sinners.

Murong Ji held the sword, standing in the air, watching the four people being seriously injured by the Divine Sword and the Secret of Controlling Thunder. Before he could even catch his breath, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Fighting one against five, he was under a lot of pressure.

Suddenly, the aura around Murong Ji continued to flow, and he suddenly broke through the Taiqing realm.

The thunder flowed and connected to Murong Ji, making up for his shortcomings bit by bit.

Murong Ji secretly exhaled a breath and was about to pick up the sword and move forward, when suddenly, the Tianwen sword in his hand made a "click" sound.

Stunned for a moment, Murong Ji looked down and saw that the Tianwen Sword was broken!

The broken sword fell into the mountains below and disappeared.

If he looked carefully, he could still find it, but at this moment, Murong Ji really couldn't concentrate.

He raised his hand, took the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, and casually set up the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

The large formation was deployed, and it was much more ferocious than the Zhuxian Sword Formation of Master Tongtian. It was set up with the boundless calamity energy of the prehistoric world.

No matter you are a saint, you will still suffer the consequences.

Murong Ji raised the sword slightly, and seven main swords appeared in the sky, sinking into the clouds, as if there was no end.

Various auras were circulating, with Murong Ji as the center. Within a radius of thousands of miles, all the auras were flowing according to the patterns of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation. The more they flowed, the stronger the power became.

"Please, fellow Taoists, enter the calamity!"

Just as the seven main peaks of Murong Ji's Zhuxian Sword were about to fall, they were aimed at Taiqing Laozi.

Among these four people, he is the most accomplished.

Taiqing Laozi stood up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and waved his hand.

Then he put his hands behind his back, without saying a word, and his soul separated from his body, flying towards the west, actively falling into the calamity!
For a moment, the other saints were stunned and unable to react.

Yuanshi Tianzun's brows sank again and again. He glanced at his disciples and followed Taiqing Laozi's example to escape from his primordial spirit.

Gone into disaster.

Murong Ji's gaze fell on the other two saints again. As long as they hesitated, he would personally send them off with this sword.

The Taoist Jie Yin looked thoughtful, as if he hadn't figured anything out, but also as if he had grasped something. With a bitter face, he said no more, clasped his hands together, and bowed to Murong Ji.

When he lowered his head, he spat out a mouthful of blood on his palm. He coughed violently and his face turned red. He finally recovered a little.

Then he saluted again, and in an instant, countless magical powers spread into the ancient world, and he staggered towards the west step by step.

With every step you take, the rhythm of the great Dao is dissipated.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. Ten thousand families can be given birth to Buddhas. This is a way of ultimate nirvana, which can be regarded as a great supernatural power.

But I have never seen it in the ancient world.

It is inevitable that the Taoist Master Jie Yin will fall into the calamity on his own initiative. Even if he stays for a moment now, he will be forced into the calamity soon.

For a while, only Tongtian Sect Master was left near Tongguan.

Tongtian Sect Master gave a bitter smile and said, "Daoyou Ren Jiang, what do you want me to do?"

Then, he glanced around Tongguan and his eyes fell on Duobao Taoist. Behind him stood the remaining disciples of Jiejiao.

At a quick glance, there were still more than forty people left, all of them injured and looking in a miserable state.

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On the other side, confronting the disciples of Jiejiao were the disciples of Chenjiao, led by Guangchengzi and Randang Taoist.

There are nearly thirty people, not much better than the Jiejiao.

In the past, tens of thousands of immortals came to pay homage, but now only a few big cats and small cats are left. The orthodox and evil sects were completely defeated.

The situation in Western religion was not much better. Shi Liuli stood in another direction. Only Maitreya, Ksitigarbha, and several sages of the human race were left around him.

All the disciples of the Western religion died.

Murong Ji slowly landed above the crowd without saying a word, all his attention focused on Master Tongtian.

Only then did everyone see Murong Ji's figure clearly. There were countless scars on his body.

That was left behind by several saints.

The most serious thing is that the collapsed back is swollen and full of pus and blood.

It looked extremely ugly, and looking at the injuries, it was obvious that the spine was broken.

"Tongtian, go and enter the calamity! You will thank me after you have a journey through the human world."

Tongtian Sect Master's face darkened, but he kept hesitating. He was originally a very decisive person.

But until now, he still didn't know how to make a decision. As it involved his future, he couldn't help but be cautious.

Murong Ji stretched lazily, and the severe pain in his back made his face look a little hideous.

He slowly raised the Zhuxian Sword in his hand. As long as Tongtian Patriarch said "no", he would be killed by the sword!
“Hahaha!! I’d like to experience the power of this Immortal Execution Sword!! Fellow Daoist Jiang, please teach me!!”

Murong Ji looked at the somewhat crazy Tong Tian and suddenly laughed: "Okay!"

In an instant, the sword of Zhu Xian Lord fell and directly cut through Tong Tian Jiaozhu's avenue, his Taoist body, and even his primordial spirit.

After one sword fell, seven swords came down one after another, and Tongtian was deader than dead.

Raising the main sword, Murong Ji saw wisps of soul emerging from Tongtian's broken body and flying towards the west.

[My master has been defeated. You all will be under the command of Commander Jiang. Follow his instructions! ! ]

Suddenly, a voice was heard, which made the disciples of Biyou Palace burst into tears. They knelt beside the corpse of Master Tongtian and sobbed continuously.

Murong Ji turned his head and looked around, and saw that there was no one who could defeat him.

However, Tongguan has become a ruin.

Murong Ji waved his hand, signaling his disciples to restrain their bodies. After landing, he staggered without saying anything.

It is a bit difficult for one person to fight five people.

Fortunately, the results are good.

"You all return to the three gates and temporarily close the mountain."

No one dared to disobey and saluted Murong Ji with their fists clasped.

"promise!"

Then, Murong Ji looked up and saw that Taiqing Laozi had taken off the leader of humanity and dropped it on himself. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

He said calmly: "The King of Shang is unjust! He will establish Zhou and destroy Shang!!!"

As soon as the words fell, the Heavenly Law came into effect, and a large amount of luck was sucked away from the blood-colored black bird.

Slowly converging above Xiqi.

The endless wailing of the black bird sounded, almost resounding throughout the entire prehistoric world.

Once the words were spoken, a large amount of human luck surged, gathering above Xiqi to form a new totem.

A colorful phoenix was jumping above Xiqi, as if it was curious about everything.

Those fiery red pupils were extremely beautiful.

Murong Ji nodded, and after making sure there were no accidents, he landed safely.

It is extremely difficult to transform from a black bird into a colorful phoenix. This is the luck of the black bird.

Murong Ji secretly exhaled a breath of foul air, flew away on his sword, flew to Qingyun Mountain, and plunged down without waiting to land.

I thought I would crash into the wall of Qingyun Mountain, but I unexpectedly crashed into someone's arms.

When she raised her head slightly, she saw Chang Xi's eyes full of tears, hugging her with heartache.

Murong Ji forced a smile and said, "It's just a few injuries. I'll be fine after some rest."

After he finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, but he was not unconscious. Instead, he was meditating with his eyes closed to recuperate.

Chang Xi carried Murong Ji back to Yuqing Palace and saw the two of them sitting there resting miserably. When they saw Chang Xi coming in, they were frightened.

(End of this chapter)