Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation with the game panel

Xuan Zhengqing always felt uneasy and wanted to ask something else, but Meng Qianji had already left.

He went to the Dongzhou Sea alone to find the Chaos King.

The King of Chaos was coveting the luck of Xuan Yue and Meng Qianji, but he didn't expect that Meng Qianji would take the initiative to deliver it to his door.

He left the royal city in a very good mood and looked at Meng Qianji from afar across the thick sea.

"You are so brave, Meng Qianji, to come to meet me alone." The Chaos King looked at him with a smile.

Meng Qianji raised the corners of his lips: "I know what you want, but unfortunately, you can't get it."

He raised his hand and drew a bloody mark on his arm: "Look, my luck has been taken away, and Xuan Yue has also passed away. You can't get the luck of either of us."

The Chaos King could naturally sense traces of the blood curse in the blood flowing down his arm. He laughed in anger. He had been planning for so long and all he lacked was the luck of these two people. He didn't expect that he would fail at the last moment.

"boom!"

A vast force engulfed Meng Qianji, and Chaos King grabbed his neck and lifted him above his head: "How dare you, lowly ant, ruin my good deeds..."

Meng Qianji was suddenly enveloped by a powerful force and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. He said vaguely: "If you want luck, bring something in exchange..."

Hearing this, Chaos King calmed down immediately. He looked at Meng Qianji and couldn't help but loosen his grip: "What do you want?"

Meng Qianji curled his bloody lips: "Exchange your Chaos Power with me."

The Chaos King narrowed his eyes: "What if I don't change?"

Meng Qianji laughed: "Then kill me."

The Chaos King looked at him coldly for a while, and then he threw Meng Qianji to the ground: "If you dare to play tricks, I will find you even if I destroy the world of immortal cultivation."

He raised his hand, and a fluffy white power of chaos jumped at his fingertips. This was the power of chaos, not chaos itself.

Then he stretched out his hand to Meng Qianji: "Where is the luck?"

Meng Qianji looked at the power of chaos in his hand and said, "The King of Chaos is as powerful as a god. I dare not come to see you with my luck."

"Give it to me. Three days later, I will personally deliver the Qi to you. If I break my promise, you can just slaughter the Taixu Sect."

The Chaos King lowered his eyes in deep thought, not knowing what he was thinking of. Then he smiled and pushed the power of chaos in front of Meng Qianji: "I will only give you three days."

Meng Qianji seemed surprised that the Chaos King agreed so readily, but he didn't think too much about it and left Dongzhou with the power of chaos.

Time was limited, so after he returned, he immediately went to the Shenxiao Sect to take away the luck that was temporarily sealed in Xuan Zhengqing.

Then he returned to Taixu Sect to meditate and began to integrate the power of the four clans.

Perhaps it was because he possessed the power of chaos in advance, or perhaps it was because of his strong luck. In any case, when he was fusing the demon bones, he did not spend as much time as Xuan Yue.

The next day, he began to integrate the Demonic Marrow. He knew that if the Demonic Marrow entered his bones, he might not be able to remain conscious at all. But this was the only way out now and he had to take this path.

When the sun set on the second day, Meng Qianji was surrounded by black mist. He suddenly opened his eyes and then walked out of the hall like a puppet.

His eyes swept across the mountains, and then he suddenly disappeared from the spot. The next second, he appeared in a courtyard on the top of a peak.

The door of the room was wide open, and the person sitting inside practicing was the Grand Elder of the Taixu Sect.

Seeing Meng Qianji coming over, the Great Elder also immediately quit his training state, stood up and bowed: "Sect Master."

Meng Qianji did not enter the house. He blocked the door with his head down and his hands shaking.

He said: "Uncle Master, I am in so much pain, I can't hold on any longer..."

The great elder looked up, and when he saw the black mist rising from Meng Qianji's body, his expression suddenly changed: "Qianji, you, you are possessed by a demon!"

Meng Qianji slowly raised his head, his neck stiffly turning left and right, as if there were two different souls fighting for dominance of this body.

"You have merged the devil's marrow?" The Great Elder saw the clue at a glance.

"Killing, blood, kill everyone..." Meng Qianji stammered and spoke intermittently, and the black mist on his body became thicker and thicker.

The Great Elder stepped forward and grasped his stiff arm: "Qianji! Sect Master! Keep your mind steady! Do not let the evil spirit devour your sanity!"

"boom!"

A burst of violent power erupted from Meng Qianji's body, and almost instantly he brutally cut the great elder in front of him into several pieces.

For a moment, the bloodthirsty excitement and the death of his loved ones kept entangled in Meng Qianji's mind.

"Kill... No, I don't want to kill anyone..."

"Kill them..."

"Qianji..." The Great Elder's head slowly uttered these two words, and then there was no sound.

Meng Qianji's mind was suddenly hit hard and he suddenly woke up for a moment.

He looked at the great elder lying on the ground in a mess, staggered back a step, and suddenly closed the door with a wave of his sleeves.

He was feeling fortunate. From the grief he felt at the beginning, now all he felt was fortunate.

The death of the Great Elder stimulated him to regain consciousness for a moment, so he should kill all the people here, so that he could regain stable consciousness.

That’s right, he killed them to save more people, so it wasn’t considered killing innocent people.

That's right, that's it.

They died a worthy death.

"Hahahahahaha..." Meng Qianji laughed and headed towards the main hall.

"Master, have you come out of retreat?" A disciple who met him bowed respectfully.

Although the black fog on Meng Qianji's body has subsided, you can still see something strange if you look closely.

He tilted his head without saying anything and without even taking any action, and the young disciple exploded with a bang.

This scene was seen by many disciples around. They looked at Meng Qianji with fear, not knowing what to do.

There were two more bang sounds, and everyone who was swept by Meng Qianji's gaze was exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The disciples immediately ran around wailing, and at the same time, some disciples directly issued a warning and activated the sect protection formation.

The moment the protective formation descended, many people in the sect were stunned for a moment, thinking it was an invasion of chaos or monsters, and they all rushed towards the direction of the hall.

Including hundreds of elders of the sect.

However, what they could never imagine was that the one who triggered the sect protection formation would be their own sect leader.

The elders surrounded Meng Qianji in panic, and were particularly distressed: "Sect Master!"

They could never have imagined that Meng Qianji would suddenly become possessed.

The protective formation of the sect was shining exceptionally brightly, and a huge golden sword was hanging above Meng Qianji's head.

Meng Qianji raised his head, his narrow and slightly seductive eyes narrowed comfortably, he pointed towards the sky, and with just one finger he blocked the falling giant sword.