Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1017 You have a solution, right?
A small stream slowly gathered and dispersed outside the heaven.

These calamity energies were all stripped away and overflowed from the human race.

After slaughtering the Asuras, it would be strange if they were not infected by the calamity energy. However, looking at the situation, for some unknown reason, the calamity energy was forcibly stripped away from the bodies of these humans.

"Fellow Daoist Ren Jiang, what methods did you use?"

Shennong took a long breath, and his eyes passed through the South Gate of Heaven and fell on the entrance to the underworld in the west.

The calamity energy there gathered even more, like a river, rushing into the underworld.

I have always heard that Murong Ji can eliminate several calamities, but now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I cannot understand or see through it.

He sighed and stopped thinking about it.

"Your Majesty! There are unusual movements in the Weak Water of the Heavenly River!"

Shennong's pupils shrank and he hurried towards the Tianhe River.

Tianhe Ruoshui is an important checkpoint in the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array.

A Golden Immortal cannot fly across, and even an ordinary Golden Immortal will sink into it. If he does not have some special abilities, he would have drowned in the water long ago.

The weak water will constantly disperse the spiritual energy and magic power of the cultivators, and even drown the cultivators' souls, decomposing and dissipating them.

Become one of the origins of weak water.

When Shennong arrived at the bank of the Ruoshui River, he took a look and found nothing unusual.

For a moment, he couldn't help but feel confused and glanced at the soldier behind him.

When he looked at the Tianhe Ruoshui again, there was a change inside. The water flowed completely in the opposite direction, as if there was some living creature inside that was avoiding Shennong's gaze.

For a moment, Shennong's face darkened. After several battles, many lives had died in the Weak Water of the Tianhe River, and quite a few souls had been consumed by the Weak Water.

No matter what, it’s time for the weak water of the Tianhe River to give birth to some spirituality.

Given enough time, a congenital divine being will be able to emerge from it.

Shennong stood by the water with his hands behind his back, his brows twitching slightly, his eyes fixed on that consciousness, this creature had not yet completely transformed.

Just like the two colorful clouds in the heaven.

"God is merciful and kind, let him practice freely."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Then, Shennong bit his middle finger, and a drop of blood sank into the water. His consciousness seemed to be crazy, and he pounced on the drop of blood, dissipating it into the origin of weak water.

"Weak water is yin, when you transform, you should be a woman. Don't be impatient in your practice, make up for your essence little by little, and don't be affected by those murderous intentions."

As soon as Shennong finished speaking, there was an extremely regular wave in the water, as if responding to Shennong's words.

Only then did Shennong turn his head and look at the heavenly general beside him.

"Are you the commander of the Tianhe navy?"

"Your Majesty, it is me."

"Hmm." Shennong looked at the man carefully and realized that he was related to him by blood. When he was in the mortal world, he must have been a member of the Shennong tribe. "Your last name is Jiang?"

"Your Majesty, I am Jiang Ling."

Shennong nodded, said nothing more, and turned and left.

These innate divine beings were born in heaven, but because heaven was connected with the prehistoric world relatively late, otherwise, there would be a few more powerful innate divine beings in this world.

The affairs of heaven were gradually put in order, the drawbacks after the war were gradually remedied, and the entire prehistoric world became peaceful again.

The human race has a new king, and there is almost no war anymore.

All kinds of troubles were solved by Xuanyuan one by one. After defeating Chiyou, the prestige of Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi almost reached its peak.

Chi You's past merits and achievements were transformed into the qualifications and capital of Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi.

In the ancient world, the human race showed signs of revival again.

In just a few years, the human population increased by 30%, barely making up for the casualties caused by the war.

Humanities also began to develop gradually.

Murong Ji sat in Fengdu City, looking at a ball of soul energy in front of him.

His brows became more and more gloomy, and finally he walked towards the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk and let the consciousness of Emperor Jun reincarnate.

What happened to Emperor Xuanyuan?

Murong Ji copied Di Jun's sexual power, and the Huangdi created by his sexual power was still far inferior to Di Jun himself.

After watching Di Jun quietly reincarnate, Murong Ji took out the Fulong Ding, released Hou Tu from the Fulong Ding, and guided Hou Tu's soul in the chessboard to merge with her body.

In fact, saints do not have primordial spirits. After the three corpses become one, they reach a state of mixed unity.

Watching Hou Tu gradually wake up, the two looked at each other but said nothing.

There was silence for a while, and the atmosphere was indeed a bit awkward.

"How is it now?"

Hou Tu's voice was a little gloomy. She didn't need to think too much. She knew that Murong Ji had almost dealt with the things outside, so he let her out.

Otherwise, why would they let her out?
"Xuanyuan won the Battle of Zhuolu. The witch tribe was broken up and dispersed to various tribes of the human race. Chiyou and several great witches were detained in Qingyun Mountain."

"Tu Bo was seriously injured and has not yet woken up. His troops have been assigned to Yu Lei and Shen Tu." "The Blood Sea and the Styx have retreated into the Blood Sea and will not come out. The Asuras have been basically wiped out in the prehistoric land, and the rest are living in the Blood Sea. I can't do anything to them."

"The situation with the saints is still unclear. No news has been passed on. However, it seems that it has not played any role."

"Besides, there may be one more Ksitigarbha in the underworld in the future. I want to use him to suppress and control the Blood Sea and the Styx."

……

Murong Ji told the story bit by bit so that Hou Tu could understand how things had developed.

After a long silence, Hou Tu raised her head, neither happy nor sad, looking at Murong Ji with inexplicable sadness in her heart.

"What do you want to do with me?"

"what?!"

Murong Ji was confused. How could he, Murong Ji, deal with a genuine saint? Wasn't this just a joke?
Hou Tu has merged with the tunnel. In other words, Hou Tu is the tunnel. If something happens to Hou Tu, the tunnel will also be unstable.

Just as Hongjun is in harmony with the Way of Heaven, Taiqing Laozi is in harmony with the Way of Man.

Anyone can be gone, except them.

"Or, how do you plan to deal with the Wu Clan..."

Murong Ji frowned and thought for a moment. He probably had an idea in his mind, and then he said, "The Wu Clan and the Human Clan have completely merged. There is no distinction between the Wu Clan and the Human Clan. They are all human!"

Hou Tu suddenly sneered, "Are you willing to give up the throne of the human king? Or give up the throne of the Heavenly Emperor? If you could really treat everyone equally over the years, how could there be such problems?!"

Murong Ji was somewhat unhappy in his heart, as Hou Tu was just turning the tables on him.

"I didn't treat everyone equally?! Then they should have been killed on the battlefield long ago. Are those brainless witches suitable for governing the tribe?! Stop kidding!"

As he spoke, Murong Ji suddenly realized, Hou Tu, is she trying to provoke him?

Sure enough, Hou Tu sneered immediately afterwards.

"In that case, then you can let the Human and Witch races compete fairly for the position of Human King and Heavenly Emperor. You won't interfere, and neither will I. Let them fight it out on their own. How do you think?"

Murong Ji was silent for a moment, and after thinking carefully, he decided that this was not impossible. Moreover, it seemed to be helpful for his future plans.

"Okay, let's high-five and swear an oath. If no other saints join in, you and I will never discriminate against each other because of whether we are human or witch."

"it is good!"

"Pa! Pa! Pa!" The two of them high-fived three times in a row, and the agreement was made.

Then, Murong Ji secretly exhaled a breath and felt a little relieved. This result was not wrong.

However, many things still need to be done, such as the resettlement and appeasement of the witch tribe.

Then, Murong Ji flipped his hand, and a true spirit appeared in his hand.

Zhu Rong!

As soon as this true spirit appeared, Hou Tu felt as if someone had grabbed her heart tightly.

He stared at Murong Ji blankly, somewhat incredulous, and looked carefully at the thing in Murong Ji's hand.

After confirming it, my heart ached and my voice couldn't stop trembling.

"Where did you find this?!"

Murong Ji frowned and looked at Hou Tu expressionlessly, knowing in his heart that this negotiation was a sure thing.

"By chance, when I was refining the Yellow Spring Water, I found a trace of the true spirit in the Yellow Spring Water. I haven't had time to tell you yet..."

Hou Tu couldn't stop shaking all over, tears fell unconsciously, and she held the true spirit in her hands tremblingly, her voice choking with sobs.
“Brother… Brother!”

After all, he managed to maintain a trace of dignity and majesty as a saint. He did not burst into tears, but carefully put away this trace of true spirit.

Murong Ji walked forward, patted Hou Tu's back gently, and held her in his arms.

Hou Tu buried her whole head in Murong Ji's chest, trembling and choking, and her tears unconsciously soaked the clothes on Murong Ji's chest.

"If you want to cry... just cry. It's just the two of us here. It's okay."

Suddenly, Hou Tu burst into mournful cries, unable to hold them back.

When the witches and liches faced a catastrophe, she single-handedly held up the witch clan, and dealt with Emperor Jun and Emperor Donghuang, but she did not cry.

Upon learning that her ten brothers had died in the Lich Calamity, Murong Ji closed her senses and allowed herself to retreat in peace. She did not cry when she was unable to rescue them.

Being plotted against by Nuwa, she ended up benefiting from the lowly acquired human race. That kind of humiliation...she didn't cry.

She handled them all, one by one.

I understood Murong Ji's little thoughts, and I was also aware of Murong Ji's concerns and worries.

But now that she is told that there is still a slight possibility for her brothers to return, how can she remain indifferent?

Murong Ji patted Hou Tu's back as if he was coaxing a child.

After Hou Tu's emotions stabilized a little, the relationship between the two became closer, and they finally made up for some affection and trust.

[This is not bad, the ending is acceptable. ]

"Jiang~" Hou Tu grabbed Murong Ji's clothes tightly, raised her head, and looked at him lovingly, "You... you have a solution, right?"

(End of this chapter)