Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1018 Everyone is responsible for their own actions!

"You must have a way, right?!"

Murong Ji was silent for a moment, then said: "We have found Zhu Rong's true spirit. We can use the Yellow Spring water to nurture his soul, and then reincarnate him into the human race to repair it... It can be done."

"What about the others? Dijiang, Gonggong, and... and..."

"Don't worry. I think the Wu Clan is not without its primordial spirit. It still has the nature and life that make up its life. I found it, but its true spirit has gone silent. I don't know where it has been lost in the prehistoric world."

"No matter what, if we search slowly, there will always be a chance. Besides, the cycle of reincarnation has been established, and those unconscious true spirits will eventually get close to the six-path reincarnation disk."

Hou Tu calmed herself down, slowly exhaled, wiped her tears, and looked at Murong Ji with some embarrassment.

Murong Ji chuckled. He could understand Hou Tu's complicated emotions. First she plotted against him, and now she wanted to use him again. He felt sorry for her.

"I helped you so much, why don't you reward me?"

"What reward do you want?"

"What do you say?"

"How would I know if you don't tell me..."

……

In the days that followed, Hou Tu simply ignored the affairs of the underworld and left everything to Murong Ji, concentrating on grabbing the resources accumulated by Murong Ji.

A large amount of melted Yellow Spring Water was used to replenish Zhurong's true spirit.

As if to take revenge on Murong Ji, Hou Tu used almost half and threw away the other half, which benefited the ghosts working in the underworld.

Murong Ji felt a little distressed. That was the accumulation of his many years, and it was wasted by Hou Tu.

However, he didn't say anything. At this time, Hou Tu had been sidelined by him, and the witch clan in the underworld had been almost dealt with.

Killing them is definitely not an option, the only option is to demote them and then find a chance to make up for it.

When he had some free time, Murong Ji subdued the other Ghost Kings and dispersed their power. He also took away a lot of military power from the two brothers Yulei and Shentu.

The matter was considered over only when the authority of Fengdu City was taken back.

Now, things have been almost settled. I just have to wait for Yin Changsheng to return from his training so that I can be the Ghost King with peace of mind.

Thinking of Yin Changsheng, Murong Ji opened his eyes and looked, but was stunned. He didn't know when Haotian and Yin Changsheng got together.

In this way, he served under Emperor Huang... Although his position was not high, his power was considerable.

Now that he had seen it, Murong Ji looked at Nujiao again. The queen of the Tushan Fox Tribe, who had been serving and gaining experience among the human race, seemed to have achieved very good results.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji looked at Hou Tu. At this time, Zhu Rong's soul had been repaired by 70%. It would take some time to fully recover.

It is impossible to restore the body of the Ancestral Witch. The Ancestral Witch's body had long been melted into elixir by Murong Ji.

The Great Way of Fire was made up by Murong Ji himself, so how could he give it to others?

As for the pills melted from the bodies of the other ancient witches, there was no need to think about it. Murong Ji himself didn’t even have enough.

Seeing Hou Tu finished her work, Murong Ji came forward and gently held her hand. Without waiting for her to speak, Hou Tu said directly: "You have to be more careful when smelting the Yellow Spring Water in the future."

"Don't worry, I don't need to do anything, you see."

Hou Tu looked in the direction Murong Ji pointed, and found that the consciousness in the Yellow Springs water had long been separated.

Before Hou Tu could react, Murong Ji quickly bent down, picked up Hou Tu and let her sit on his lap.

After being affectionate with Houtu for a while, he became naughty again, arousing Houtu's desire, and he directly picked her up and walked into the room.

There was once a great truth between men and women: there is nothing that cannot be solved by a robe. If there is, then two robes can be used.

If it doesn't work, try a few more times.

Hou Tu seemed to be exhausted and had no energy to deal with Murong Ji. She simply lay on the bed and ignored him.

Moving gently, occasionally in that instant, Murong Ji seemed to have some understanding, as if he had been enlightened, or as if he had been hit on the head with a wake-up call. It seemed that there was always a moment of clarity and lucidity.

Feeling Hou Tu's smooth, wrinkled, and soft skin texture, Murong Ji seemed to be able to understand her mood and happiness.

It was as if the barriers between them had disappeared, and the wall formed by their mutual plotting and vigilance had quietly vanished.

They fought at the head of the bed but made up at the foot of the bed, and there was a bond of affection between them.

Husband and wife should be close to each other, work together to resist foreign enemies, and trust is the foundation.

Once the foundation of trust between two people is shaken and a crisis occurs, it will be the biggest loss for both of them.

Now, they are the leaders of their respective forces. If they do something wrong, the whole body will be affected, so they have to do it. They are like a dog that is always led by something called righteousness.

Of course, you can also ignore it. Murong Ji doesn't care how the human race develops, and Hou Tu doesn't care whether the witch clan exists.

In that case, they would have an easy life, and no one among the Zhoutian saints would dare to plot against them at will.

However, they have to do so and have to live a noble life.

Now, the two were trying to repair the crisis between them. Until late at night, Hou Tu lay there in a daze, unwilling to move at all.

The couple stared at the roof in silence without saying a word, quietly experiencing the pure and sacred relationship between men and women at this moment.

They are born sacred and naturally inclined towards the Tao, so they don't care about things like desires. However, for humans, pure relationships with the opposite sex are extremely rare.

It is at this moment that a man can realize the purity of body and mind without having to hang on the wall.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji suddenly said, "I want Zhu Rong and Xuan Ming to suppress the destiny of the human race."

After waiting for a while, seeing that Hou Tu did not answer, Murong Ji turned his head and saw that Hou Tu had fallen asleep at some point.

Without saying anything more, Murong Ji closed his eyes, pulled Hou Tu into his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

After that, there was another period of peace that lasted for several years.

Murong Ji returned to Qingyun Mountain when he had some free time.

As soon as I entered Qingyun Mountain, I felt that the atmosphere on the mountain was not right. To be more precise, the Taoist aura that permeated Qingyun Mountain was not right.

"This is... a guest has arrived!"

On Qingyun Mountain is Murong Ji's dojo. The air that permeates this dojo is the aura of the great way of acquired swordsmanship that unconsciously emanates from Murong Ji.

The sword is fierce and powerful, giving people the visual sense of having a sword hanging over their heads, which makes people feel awe-inspiring.

But now, the entire Qingyun Mountain is unusually peaceful, so peaceful that it seems unnatural.

The change of the Dao rhyme requires a powerful person to live in one place for a long time.

These Dao fortunes can even give birth to living beings and innate divine beasts.

For example, the cushion that saints often sit on, because it absorbs the saints' spiritual luck, will unknowingly turn into a living being and give birth to consciousness.

Or it can be transformed into a magical treasure or a divine object.

It is said that saints emerge from sacred mountains and wonderful waters, but in fact, it is the saints who change the fortunes of mountains and waters.

Murong Ji frowned. Anyone who could change the Taoist rhyme that he exuded on this mountain must be at least a saint.

"Yuanshi Tianzun?!"

Feeling a little uncertain, he walked straight towards Yuqing Palace. As soon as he entered the gate of Yuqing Palace, Murong Ji saw a person sitting cross-legged in front of the furnace.

Hongjun!

I couldn't help but feel a jolt in my heart, [Why is this person here? ! ! ]

Murong Ji frowned and thought carefully, but couldn't figure out why.
Without saying anything more, pretending not to see it, he turned around and walked out of the Yuqing Palace and headed towards the dungeon.

Walking into the dungeon, you will see formations, traps and spiritual objects that Murong Ji has refined to the fullest. No matter how high your cultivation level is, you can't escape from here.

Of course, if the person imprisoned is of the same level as Murong Ji, even if the trap is broken, he will not be able to be stopped.

Murong Ji was in the prison corridor and looked at the people imprisoned on both sides. They were all familiar faces.

Emperor Luo, Jiufeng, Xiangliu, Chiyou, Xingtian...

They are all the second generation of the witch clan, great witches!

Over the past thousand years, because of the huge amount of resources supported by the human race, the good fortune of the human race has washed away the calamity, and with Murong Ji's guidance, their cultivation has made great progress.

Almost every one of them has the strength of a quasi-saint.

Now, he has been sealed by the Divine Nail, which has sealed his cultivation and physical strength. He can only perform some daily actions. Apart from his physical strength, he is no different from an ordinary person.

Seeing Murong Ji approaching, everyone's heart skipped a beat and then they all lowered their heads.

Murong Ji's eyes were gloomy as he swept over the few people. He snorted coldly, then he raised his feet and walked towards the depths of the prison.

The footsteps were not loud, but they seemed to step on their hearts, and they did not dare to look at Murong Ji.

Walking to the depths of the cell, Murong Ji was silent for a long time and sighed helplessly.

"I have already discussed it with Hou Tu. All of you, except Chi You, get out of here and go to Huoyun Cave. If you dare to cause trouble again, Hou Tu will not be able to save you!"

"As for you, Chiyou..."

Murong Ji paused, but their expressions changed again and again.

"Ren Jiang! One person does the work, one person takes the responsibility! I, Chi You, have fallen into your hands, I accept defeat!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Murong Ji's cold laughter made the dark cell seem even more gloomy and terrifying.

Chi You stopped talking unconsciously and didn't dare to speak again.

What kind of person is Murong Ji? They all know in their hearts that they dare not go against Murong Ji.

"One person does the work, one person takes the responsibility. That's a good point. In that case, I have a place to go. When I have accumulated enough merits, I will return to Huoyun Cave!"

(End of this chapter)