Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1138: Dark Avenue
"Hehe, don't think about it. As an old man, I still want to live a few more years. As a saint, you just need to manage the prehistoric world well."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked up again. Suddenly, he was a little surprised, and asked cautiously and tentatively: "You got out?"

The old man did not answer Murong Ji.

Murong Ji did not ask any more questions, as this person was most likely the reincarnation of Hongjun Daozu.

However, for some unknown reason, his figure and existence were concealed.

Murong Ji frowned, but he felt relieved in his heart.

I wanted to ask about the whereabouts of the Demon Ancestor Rāhu, but in the end, I never asked. There is no point in asking now.

After crossing the river, Murong Ji looked in the direction ahead and realized that that direction was the underworld.

Walking forward step by step, it’s time to go back and take a look.

Not long after, Murong Ji walked into the entrance of the underworld, and what came into his sight was the endless sea of ​​blood.

When I first came to this underworld and saw the sea of ​​blood, I was a little shocked, but now, it’s just like that.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, and scanned the sea of ​​blood with his dark eyes, but he was a little surprised.

The entire Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood is mixed with countless thin black lines, and dark turbid roads are spread throughout the sea of ​​blood.

It's like a whole parasite, spread all over the sea of ​​blood.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows, he was really surprised. The Styx Patriarch was such a difficult person, but now, he was in trouble!
But he didn't seem surprised.

Both of them belong to Yin turbidity. It would be strange if Luohou could just leave the Sea of ​​Blood and the River of Hades alone.

Come to think of it, this is the most filthy and obscene place in the entire prehistoric world, and it will never be exhausted.

How could Luohou let this go?
As long as there are all living things in this ancient world, their life and death, and the final outcome, will be endless blood flowing here.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji sighed and flew towards the palace in the Blood Sea and Styx.

After sinking into the sea of ​​blood, they soon arrived in front of the palace of the Blood Sea and the Styx.

The ancient and majestic palace complex is indeed shocking.

Murong Ji slowly landed on the seabed and walked forward step by step.

Taking a quick glance, the entire Blood Sea Styx Mansion had that familiar feeling of deathly silence.

Now, Murong Ji can be sure that the Demon Ancestor Rāhu is really here.

Before he even entered the hall, countless dark and turbid avenues came over, trying to test Murong Ji's cultivation base.

Murong Ji directly sacrificed several pure sword lotuses, which melted the sea of ​​blood while burning away the black and turbid avenues.

Murong Ji flipped his hand and a jade bottle appeared in his hand. He guided the pure Dao solution into the jade bottle and then stopped.

After solving these problems, he walked towards the entire Styx Hall again.

When I walked into the hall, I saw a person sitting at the top.

Hongjun Daozu!

At this time, only the body of Hongjun belonged to him, but the soul inside had nothing to do with Hongjun.

You can tell just by the aura outside.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, but his heart was a little heavy.

With a flip of his hand, the Zhu Xian Sword appeared in his hand.

"You, the younger generation, have been chasing me relentlessly. I didn't kill you, but you still don't thank me!?"

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to this man. If he wanted to kill him, he would have to have the ability to do so.

Without saying anything more, several sword energies shot out and in an instant, broke up the figure of Hongjun Daozu.

The black mist exploded and then slowly gathered together, but it had no effect.

Murong Ji nodded and said no more. He probably understood what was going on.

Coming back to his senses, he directly activated the Wanxu Qianchou Love Association and stepped onto this dark and turbid road.

Looking up, the whole world seemed to have changed.

The world is filled with ink-colored colors. This color is not simply black. The concentration of black is different, so the world we see is also colorful.

At the end of him, there was a figure sitting upright, the Demon Ancestor Rāhu, the true appearance of the Demon Ancestor Rāhu.

Murong Ji looked at him carefully and found that the Demon Ancestor Luohou looked very handsome and upright, dressed like a Taoist priest.

If someone who is not familiar with him sees him at first sight, he will feel favorable towards him and think that he is a righteous and senior person.

When Luohou slowly opened his eyes, his originally kind face suddenly became somewhat hideous.

There are two different feelings before and after.

Murong Ji frowned, secretly alert in his heart, and when he found the right moment, he slashed with his sword.

Luohou seemed to be prepared and offered a jade disc to resist.

Murong Ji was slightly stunned. Is this the Jade Disc of Creation?! Luo Hou now doesn't have any powerful magic weapon.

The only magic weapon is this Jade Disc of Creation.

Murong Ji didn't have time to think about it. He directly controlled the Zhu Xian Sword to bypass the Jade Disc of Creation while reaching out with his palm.

He grabbed the Jade Disc of Creation directly, trying to get it back.

In an instant, the Zhuxian Sword slashed down on Luohou, and Murong Ji had just grabbed the Jade Disc of Creation.

As soon as he caught the Jade Disc of Creation, Murong Ji's face changed. He didn't know what Luohou had put on the Jade Disc of Creation.

Something jumped into Murong Ji's body.

There was no time to react. Murong Ji instantly turned around and attacked again, wrapping the thing with his own true energy and directly knocking it out of the body.

"call!"

The golden giant palm blasted towards Luohou.

At the same time, Murong Ji directly used the Pure Karma Sword Lotus to refine the Jade Butterfly of Creation and put it into the Qiankun Green Light Ring.

Looking up again, Luohou's figure had just gathered.

It was then shattered again by a golden palm print.

Palm of Great Compassion!!

Murong Ji's brows sank slightly. He took a few steps forward, raised his palm slightly, and inexplicable energy appeared on his palm.

Above his head, the Zhu Xian Sword slowly hovered, ready to strike at any time.

Murong Ji waited for a moment, and then he saw the black mist gather into Rāhu again. He was a little stunned for a moment.

It was as if all his attacks had no effect on him, and he felt helpless.

"Awesome! You're the first one who can counter my trick. Even Hongjun can't do what I do, so he can only be parasitized by me."

Luo Hou looked at Murong Ji with admiration.
Murong Ji only then began to understand that Luohou now had some tendency to transcend the Great Dao.

Ordinary means are indeed not enough to deal with it. Murong Ji slightly raised his hand and thought, in this case, he can only work hard on the great way.

Without saying anything more, Murong Ji attacked again and slapped Luohou with his palm.

This time, the palm print landed directly on him, lightly, as if a gentle breeze was blowing past.

Luo Hou was slightly stunned. Before he could react, he felt as if something was missing from him.

I have lost something, but I can't tell exactly what it is.

Murong Ji curled the corners of his mouth slightly, this palm technique was really useful.

Moon-watching palm!
One palm cuts off the connection.

Then, Murong Ji slowly spread out his hands, one yin and one yang, and the next moment, endless palm prints hit Luohou.

The palm shadows filled the sky, almost submerging the entire avenue.

Each palm print took away something. Murong Ji's speed was fast, and thousands of palm prints fell in a short period of time.

Luohu was a little anxious. The palm print was not very powerful, but the effect was indeed extraordinary. Each palm print erased some of his memory.

After a long time, whether I still exist is still a question!
"What kind of monster are you?!"

Murong Ji frowned and said nothing, the palm prints on his hands became more and more violent. The Seven Treasures Avenue is good, with many avenues running in parallel, the advantages are beyond words.

Suddenly, something surged out, and the dark and turbid road broke through the palm print blockade and rushed towards Murong Ji.

Murong Ji stepped back in a hurry, and accidentally got this thing dripped on his face. In an instant, the black and turbid avenue penetrated into Murong Ji's skin.

Murong Ji was a little stunned for a moment, then he turned around and casually sent out that trace of the dark and turbid avenue with his Moon-Gazing Palm.

Time flies!

The great moves transformed from martial arts techniques were unexpected.

Especially when combined with the Wanxu Qianchou Enai Hui, it can produce extremely powerful effects.

On this dark and turbid avenue, Murong Ji also has the strength to fight against Luohou.

Looking again, the palm print gradually dissipated, and Luohou was still sitting in the front with a gloomy face.

In the world of Yinzhuo Avenue, there is nothing else, as if it is just a piece of inky space.

Just like dropping ink into clear water.

At this time, Luohou was sitting in front of Murong Ji, breathing heavily but with a gloomy expression.

He stared at Murong Ji with sinister eyes.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at him carefully with his dark eyes, only to find that his Moon-Gazing Palm had a significant effect on Luohou.

It is even stronger than the Zhu Xian Sword.

For a moment, Murong Ji felt more confident and said no more. He swung the Zhu Xian Sword towards the entire world.

A sword slashed across, leaving a sword light, like a stream of light, splitting the entire world into two.

Looking at the white crack gradually expanding, Luohou was a little stunned for a moment, and before he could react.

The entire Yinzhuo Avenue was broken in an instant.

Murong Ji, however, with his endless sorrows and love, usurped the broken road.

He looked at Luohou on the other side with a smile on his face and waved his hand slightly.

When he came to his senses, Murong Ji was still standing in the Styx Hall, and Luohou was still sitting at the top position above him.

However, there was a faint black aura lingering around Murong Ji.

Then he waved his hand, and most of the black mist in the entire Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood instantly gathered around Murong Ji.

Murong Ji refined it into the Zhu Xian Sword, making the entire Zhu Xian Sword more ferocious.

Only then did he realize that this thing had the same aura as the four Immortal-Slaying Swords of Master Tongtian.

"This thing has the same origin as the Four Swords of Zhu Xian?"

Murong Ji was slightly surprised. The Four Swords of Zhu Xian were innate spiritual treasures. The four swords plus the formation diagram could also be considered as innate treasures.

Its origin is unknown, and no one can tell where it came from.

It is just a rumor that Luohou took it from the king of ferocious beasts, Shen Ni.

Looking at it now, it seems that the rumors are false. This thing is originally a product of the Yinzhuo Avenue.

"This sword in your hand should have been mine!"

(End of this chapter)