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Chapter 1139 Goodbye to the Sea
Murong Ji came back to his senses, looked up, and couldn't help but sneered: "You call him, will he respond?"

Luohu's expression was gloomy. As he watched Murong Ji easily refine a part of the Yin Turbid Avenue, his heart became even gloomier.

The look they gave Murong Ji was somewhat fierce.

Of course, in Luohou’s current state, he looks fierce to everyone.

The Zhuxian Sword in Murong Ji's hand turned gently, appeared in Zhengming, took another step forward, and slashed with the sword.

As the sword fell, countless pure sword lotuses surged along with it.

Luohou's face was gloomy, and he was still sitting in the same place, but there was an endless amount of Tao around him.

That was the Yin and Turbid Avenue. The avenue was surging and directly dispersing the sword light of this season!
Under the Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood, the two men exchanged dozens of moves, but there was no clear winner. In such a short time, neither of them gained an advantage.

Murong Ji no longer held back. He held the Zhuxian Sword vertically in front of his chest and twisted the sword slightly, and endless avenue array patterns spread out.

Seven sword blades appeared in the sky. These seven sword blades broke through the sea of ​​blood in the underworld, pierced through the underworld and reached the heaven.

The circulation of the Qi in the body was linked together, and a hole was opened in the fetal membrane of heaven and earth. A large amount of chaotic energy poured into the world and merged into the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

Killing Immortal Sword Formation!

This Zhu Xian sword formation is much more powerful than the original Zhu Xian Four Swords, and can be regarded as the highest achievement of Murong Ji's cultivation.

In just a short moment, the entire sword formation was set up, as if a giant sword was falling from the sky.

Cut down the primitive land without mercy.

Murong Ji swung his sword without holding back, causing the huge sword to fall from the sky in almost an instant.

The wind force created by it tore through the space, and the tip of the sword in front seemed to have cut through countless spaces before reaching Luohou.

"brush!"

A soft sound rang in my ears, followed by the endless howling of the wind.

The entire Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood was surging with waves, and large amounts of sea water were pouring back, shaking the entire land, causing no peace.

The shaking of heaven and earth did make the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array and the Dutian Shensha Array somewhat unstable.

Murong Ji's gaze was always on Luohou, staring at his true spirit through the endless sword light.

Murong Ji did not stop until the true spirit slowly dissipated.

After several hours, the sea of ​​blood gradually calmed down and the aftermath of the war dissipated. However, Murong Ji's gaze fell on the ruined Styx Palace.

At this time, there was no trace left here, including Hongjun's body and Luohou's true spirit.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't know whether Luohou was alive or dead now, as his cultivation had reached their level.

It's almost like an immortal being.

As long as the Great Dao is not destroyed, Luohu will not die.

However, it delayed his recovery.

Murong Ji was sure that Luohou had disappeared, so he turned around and left. However, after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned to look behind him.

At the place where Luohou originally sat, a few wisps of black air slowly condensed. Just as they took shape, they suddenly collapsed and were completely assimilated by the sea of ​​blood.

Murong Ji frowned, but he was not surprised. If Luohou was really that easy to kill, Hongjun Daozu would have done it long ago.

Ignore it and leave the Netherworld Blood Sea, clearing out the other half, the aura and threads of the Dark and Turbid Avenue.

Walking towards the underworld.

After entering Fengdu City, Murong Ji spent some time with Hou Tu before returning to Qingyun Mountain.

In a moment of trance, a thousand years passed.

Murong Ji sat in the Yuqing Palace, silently looking at the book in his hand, and was speechless for a moment.

Time is worthless to them, and living forever is rather boring.

Murong Ji is not some innate creature who is born to pursue the Tao.

It's only been a few thousand years and I'm already feeling bored.

Fortunately, practicing my own path is still quite fun, and going out to the human world to experience life from time to time helps to relieve my boredom.

Suddenly, the heaven and earth shook. Murong Ji's brows darkened and he looked up at the sky.

A pure and spiritual air permeates the entire ancient world.

"Everyone, please come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the teachings!"

The sound of the Great Dao was guiding many great powers from the ancient times to fly towards the Zixiao Palace.

Murong Ji exhaled a breath of turbid air. After a thousand years, the Taoist master returned after training. Wouldn’t that mean that the Dao map has made another step forward?
When he arrived at the Zixiao Palace, Murong Ji walked into it and found that there were thousands of Tarot Golden Immortals sitting in the palace.

The saint also sat on the high platform.

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment. Among the original eight saints, four more were added.

Huangdi, Queen Mother of the West, Jinling and Yunxiao.

Several people were sitting in the first row below the Eight Saints, and there were indeed a few empty seats.

Murong Ji came back to his senses, walked forward and sat on the empty cushion beside Yunxiao.

Soon, the entire Zixiao Palace was full. Murong Ji looked up at Taoist Hongjun who was sitting above.

Subconsciously, I opened my eyes to look, but was shocked.

Inside the body of Taoist Hongjun, half is clear and half is turbid, but it is just like Tai Chi, running on its own.

He raised his brows slightly, then realized that by killing Luohou's true spirit, he had helped this Taoist to achieve enlightenment.

Hongjun slowly opened his eyes, looked at Murong Ji, and then slowly closed them again, as if he couldn't see him.

Then he said, "Today I will talk about the method of transcendence..." After several years, he stopped preaching. Murong Ji also understood what Hongjun meant by the method of transcendence.

It is still different from Murong Ji's path. The concepts of the two are inherently different. You can use it as a reference, but you must not copy it.

In fact, the so-called method of transcendence is very simple, just like the great god Pangu who created the world.

In the following thousand years, countless small worlds were created.

Murong Ji was not polite either. He directly used the three large formations of heaven, earth and man to engulf these small worlds.

Murong was not sure whether these people could transcend Mu and integrate into the many great ways of the prehistoric world.

In short, it can allow them to benefit in this primitive world.

Thereby accelerating the evolution of the entire prehistoric world.

Sometimes, Murong Ji even doubted whether this was a trap set by Daozu Hongjun.

It is a method figured out to deceive these great powers in the ancient times to open up small worlds and perfect the ancient world.

Before he knew it, a lot of time had passed and Murong Ji himself didn't even remember.

Fortunately, there was always someone accompanying him, and Murong Ji had broken through to the ninth level of Taiqing without realizing it.

Have to face the so-called transcendence.

From then on, Murong Ji put all his energy into the path of transcendence.

Gradually, he figured out some tricks, and as he approached the critical point, Murong Ji had some ideas.

The entire Zhoutian Avenue is like a fishing net spread on the sea.

Once you get out of this fishing net, you will enter another world.

Murong Ji gradually groped his way forward along this path, and could even feel himself changing with each passing day.

Everything slowly came to fruition and I suddenly felt relaxed.

What does that feel like?
It is like the moment when one transforms from a human to a god, a transformation in the essence of life.

If we say that the essential evolution of life is from single-celled organisms to multi-celled organisms, and then from marine organisms to the many creatures on land today.

It takes nearly 100 million years for ordinary life to go through these processes.

Murong Ji's current state is to compress this process into a few decades.

He let out a long breath, stood in front of the Yuqing Palace with his hands behind his back, and looked up at the boundless sky.

Looking around at the Zhoutian Avenue, at this moment, he seemed to be omnipotent. Even for him to create gods and saints, it only took a thought.

Looking down at the entire avenue of the heavens, it is just like this.

Murong Ji said hello to Yunxiao and others, and went directly to Chaos.

He didn't expect that he would be one step ahead of these saints. The feeling was indescribable and inexpressible.

Unconsciously, Murong Ji's figure slowly escaped from the entire prehistoric world.

That kind of separation is not like breaking out of the fetal membrane, it is like breaking out of the shell and being reborn.

Looking down at the ancient world, the endless chaos is surrounded by a thin film.

There was endless darkness inside, but the primitive world was like egg yolk, stacked layer upon layer, extending outward.

Looking up, Murong Ji saw endless shining spots of light.

He was not unfamiliar with this scene, this was the Sea Boundary!!!
When the Vajra Bracelet carried him through every world, he had the opportunity to see the truth of this world sea.

However, at this moment, Murong Ji relied on his own abilities to see the entire sea of ​​​​boundaries.

It was a feeling of sudden enlightenment, yet also a feeling of oppression and complexity that was difficult to describe.

Every dot of light is a world, and every world is like a bubble.

For some reason, Murong Ji suddenly remembered the mica ball he played with when he was a child. After soaking the ball in water, it would gradually expand and become water droplets of different sizes.

The water droplets placed on the plate looked like the entire sea.

It’s just that those worlds have different colors.

Turning his head slightly, he saw a pitch-black shadow above the sea boundary. It was extremely huge, and the remaining light illuminated a part of the shadow.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. He had seen that thing before, but he didn't know which powerful person's corpse it was.

For unknown reasons, he was abandoned by the system and died above this sea.

Only the remains were left, becoming the nourishment for the entire sea of ​​​​boundaries.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, and for a moment, he wanted to go over and take a look.

Just as he was about to take a step forward, suddenly, the diamond bracelet on his wrist vibrated.

Murong Ji was stunned and looked at his left wrist in confusion.

[Don't move. If you move, we will never be able to find this primitive world again! ]

Murong Ji immediately stopped and turned to look at the basketball-sized primitive world beside him. For a moment, his brows became gloomy.

But in my heart I was wondering if I could take it away.

He stretched out his hand and passed directly through the bubble. This movement seemed as if the ancient world was being pulled by something.

Walking and moving in an unknown direction.

At first glance, this ancient world seemed to be a stretched-out worm, endless, intertwined, and layered.

(End of this chapter)