Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1043 Peach Festival
"Junior, thank you ancestors!!"

He said no more, for he was afraid that whatever he said would be over-interpreted by these younger generations of humans and would ruin the overall situation.

Murong Ji immediately let go of the dragon bird of luck and turned away.

Xia Qi had lost his cultivation, and his life span was only a hundred years. Throughout his life, he was diligent and well-behaved, and could be considered a king who defended the city.

Before his death, he passed the throne to Taikang, but he was unwilling to do so.

Dayu's brilliance was too dazzling, and he would never be able to catch up with him in his entire life.

Over time, he came to respect and hate his father...and what he hated even more was the ancestor.

The human race's inheritance method has changed, and the family dynasty has officially begun.

There was a long period of peace in the ancient world, without any war, and the whole world seemed harmonious. The innate gods felt that this was the living and leisure environment they wanted.

Gradually, no one paid attention to the situation of the human dynasty.

Of course, there were also some ancient monks who wanted to experience the richness of the world, so they settled down in the capital of the Xia Dynasty.

On the Qingyun Mountain, Murong Ji was flipping through the booklet in his hand. It contained news reported by wandering gods from various places, and he was reading it with great interest.

"This Chi You is really nothing."

Murong Ji sneered. Chi You fought against the ancestor of the Styx to the death, treating him as a whetstone to constantly hone his skills.

That would have been fine, but Chi You was perhaps inspired and worked hard to learn the governance methods of the officials in the underworld.

The ancestor of the Styx was tortured to death, so it was easy for him to kill Chiyou.

If Hou Tu had not been by his side, he would not have dared to kill the great witch and could only avoid fighting.

Above the dark sea of ​​blood, the Gathering Immortal Banner was suppressed. A large amount of blood was returned to its original place and then circulated to various places in the prehistoric world through the formation.

The infinite merits bestowed upon the sea of ​​blood caused it to drop by more than ten meters every year. The old man of the Styx saw it and felt anxious.

Murong Ji really intended to fight him for a long time.

Although the sea of ​​blood is huge, it is ultimately limited. It’s fine for one year, five years, and ten years, but what will the situation be like after thousands or tens of thousands of years?

The ancestor of the Styx was consumed and tortured bit by bit, full of torment and struggle.

I have been undecided whether to turn against Hou Tu.

A few years later, the Heavenly Court Haotian invited all the powerful people from all walks of life to gather in heaven.

The reason is the birthday of the Holy Mother of mankind.

Murong Ji looked at the invitation in his hand with a confused look on his face. What was going on?

How could Fuxi not know when Nuwa was born?
The two were siblings and had a very close relationship, and even he was confused.

"What is Haotian going to do?!"

Fuxi sat opposite Murong Ji and frowned.

Then, both of them set their sights on Nuwa, who was standing aside and looking somewhat bored.

"What are you looking at me for? I didn't do it! Besides, it's my birthday? How come I didn't know about it?"

Then, Murong Ji and Fuxi withdrew their gazes at the same time. They both knew in their hearts that Haotian was going to do something.

This invitation is a means of testing them.

If we go after them now, we'll have to hand over a scapegoat to die with him.

Murong Ji's brows darkened. This person was not one of his own, so he was worried about using him.

Without even saying hello and before you have a firm foothold, you start to stir up trouble? ! !

"Then shall we go or not?"

"Go! You have to go! How can such a lively gathering be without me, the main character?"

Everyone knows that this is a way for Haotian to strengthen his authority and fame in the ancient world.

Today's Haotian is a human. Given his and Yaochi's reputation, almost no one buys into it except for a few good friends.

But if it is Nuwa, Murong Ji, or Fuxi, it is different.

"Really? It's my birthday, why didn't anyone come to inform me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Jian reported from outside the hall: "Master, His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven is here to visit you."

The three of them looked at each other, and then Murong Ji stood up silently and walked towards the back hall.

He didn't know what Nuwa and Haotian talked about in detail, nor did he care much.

The human race cannot take back the authority of the Heavenly Dao, and the current situation is very good. Haotian is not an honest person, and he will cause trouble sooner or later.

Now Murong Ji can finally feel relieved.

The means are nothing more than those, winning over the hearts of people from other ethnic groups in the prehistoric world, and then recruiting soldiers from other ethnic groups and controlling them himself.

Gradually kick out the human race's personnel to balance the human race's authority in heaven.

[Be even more ruthless, kick the human race out of heaven completely... and then go to war with the human race and rule the three realms, hehe. ]

Murong Ji sneered, then stopped smiling, picked up the pen, and began to write his summary.

Three months later, the date for the Peach Festival was set, and invitations were widely sent out to the people.

Murong Ji, however, did not care much about it and was instructing his three young disciples in their practice on Qingyun Mountain.

Because of the compression of the origin, these three little ones grow extremely slowly.

The other thing is to teach Lu Xueqi, and he does it with all his heart, after all, it is just his own wish.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. Murong Ji turned around and saw Nuwa walking towards him. She was holding her waist, looking a little arrogant, and holding something in her hand.

"Honghong! Yaya! Rongrong! Let's go, Senior Sister will take you to the Heaven Palace to have some fun!"

As soon as the words fell, the three little ones' eyes lit up instantly and they looked at Murong Ji with burning gazes.

For a moment, Murong Ji felt a bit of a headache. His cultivation of these three sexual skills was not very good to begin with, and now that his mind was divided, he had no way to practice at all.

"Go...go, come back early!"

"Yeah!" Tushan Yaya suddenly jumped up excitedly.

Murong Ji glared, then instantly wilted.

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to them and let them go on their own.

Lu Xueqi glanced at them, her eyes fell on Murong Ji's back, she put away the Tianya Sword and followed him.

Nuwa pinched her waist, looked at Lu Xueqi's back, and snorted with some complacency.

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Suddenly, I felt someone pulling my skirt. I looked down and saw Tushan Yaya pulling her skirt with curiosity.

"What's wrong?!"

"Senior Sister, why are you so hostile to Master Lu? Master Lu is obviously a very nice person."

Nuwa said in unison, "Let it go... you're talking nonsense! How am I hostile to her?"

"It's all because of the master, you're so fickle! You eat what's in the bowl, but you're always looking at what's in the pot!!!"

"But... you are not in the bowl either, you are my senior sister."

Nuwa went up and gave Tushan Yaya a slap in the face: "But that's bullshit! Don't ask too many questions, little kid."

Tushan Yaya covered her forehead with her hands, her face full of bitterness. The three little ones followed Nuwa one after another and flew out of Qingyun Mountain.

The Peach Tree is one of the ten best innate spiritual roots in the ancient world.

The ten best innate spiritual roots are all held in the hands of the great powers of the ancient times. Without some strength, it is almost impossible to keep such things.

Don't even think about sharing their fruits with others.

The current Peach Banquet gives many prehistoric creatures an opportunity.

Sunflower water peaches can ward off disasters, overcome difficulties and prolong life. How can people not be greedy for them?

During their practice, monks will encounter various trials.

Ever since the Demon Ancestor Rāhu sacrificed his life to complete the Way of Heaven and passed away completely, all cultivators in the entire prehistoric world have encountered disasters in their practice.

This calamity is not just a natural calamity, there are also all kinds of strange calamities that hinder people's practice and disturb their minds.

In a sense, the number of disasters a living being has gone through represents the level of his cultivation.

For someone like Murong Ji, cultivation is not always smooth sailing. Every small realm is a heavenly tribulation. However, Murong Ji's life power is so strong that he ignores these thunder tribulations.

There are all kinds of disasters in daily life, but Murong Jixinggong is still powerful, and he overcomes them one by one relying on his experience.

And this sunflower water peach can help people get rid of disasters and solve problems, which shows how precious it is.

After the Peach Banquet was decided, countless elves and monsters in the ancient world transformed into humans and flew to heaven.

That’s not all. Many powerful beings from the ancient times set out for the South Gate of Heaven.

Not only that, disciples of the three religions and many sages of the Huoyun Cave also set off.

Murong Ji looked at the invitation in his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and stuffed the invitation directly into Ao Ying's arms.

Ever since Ao Ying followed him, she has always played the role of a maid by his side.

Although she is the Queen of Heaven, she knows her position clearly and does not show off, like a transparent person.

Since I can't use this thing myself, I might as well give it to Ao Ying so that she doesn't have to follow me in vain.

Ao Ying's eyes lit up, and there was finally some ripple in her calm look.

"You can bring the younger generation of the dragon clan with you."

"Thank you...ex...husband."

Murong Ji nodded, then picked up a pen and continued to write down his own insights.

Ao Ying quietly retreated and left the Yuqing Palace, then he let out a long breath.

After the death of Zulong, all the dragon clans in the four seas took her as their leader. Those ancestors who were high and mighty before were now respectful in front of her.

There was no way out. The arrogance of the dragon clan was completely destroyed by Murong Ji. When they heard the name Ren Jiang, they couldn't stop trembling all over.

In the entire prehistoric world, who has killed more lives than Murong Ji? He alone has killed half of the dragons in their heyday.

The undead souls killed by the Zhu Xian Sword...are mostly from the Dragon Clan.

The most important thing is that his killings are not related to cause and effect, and no one dares to look for his cause and effect.

The original ancient blue dragon was tamed into a bug. They did whatever Murong Ji said and no one dared to resist.

Thinking of this, Ao Ying felt a little sad, because she was born during the most glorious time of the dragon clan.

I have also witnessed the decline of the dragon clan, and now I have almost witnessed their demise. That feeling of powerlessness always lingers in my heart.

He returned to the Four Seas Dragon Clan, selected some capable disciples, and took them to the Heavenly Palace.

The disciples of Qingyun Mountain have no shortage of resources for cultivation. To be more precise, among all the forces in this vast land, which force can match the cultivation resources of Qingyun Mountain?
Not to mention other things, the various spiritual liquids extracted from the Netherworld Blood Sea alone are countless.

(End of this chapter)