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Chapter 1062 A Little Disappointed

It was almost like pressing the Twelve Golden Immortal Hammers.

Murong Ji's face darkened as he looked at Yang Jian and Yang Chan, "This is coming for me."

These star gods may still be cautious. This is the nephew of the current Emperor of Heaven, so there is some room for him.

Letting them run to Murong Ji and escape with their lives can be considered as doing a favor.

But for Murong Ji, Yang Jian was coming for him from the beginning to the end.

Then, he looked down at Yang Jian and asked with a smile: "Do you believe it or not, when I say I will pardon you, someone else will jump out to oppose it? And then quickly attack you?"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, and secretly became alert.

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to other people. It didn't matter to him whether Yang Jian lived or died.

The human race today does not lack a genius like him. Without Yang Jian, there will still be Wang Jian, Chen Jian, Zhang Jian...

"You broke the human race's heavenly law and destroyed your uncle's prestige. Do you think the human race is not worthy of your attention?"

Yang Jian's face turned pale. After his mother explained the whole thing to him, he realized that he had gotten into big trouble.

If I were a pure-blooded human, I might be able to escape.

However, he has the bloodline of the witch clan, and many human sages have an inexplicable attitude towards the witch clan.

Yang Jian knocked his head to the ground with three "bang! bang! bang!" sounds.

"I know I am wrong. I dare not deny the sins I have committed and I am willing to take the responsibility. I also ask the ancestors to save my mother."

Murong Ji frowned, glanced at Yao Ji, and was too lazy to pay attention to her, so he turned around and went back to the yard.

After taking a few steps, her legs felt heavy and Yang Chan looked at Murong Ji with tears in her eyes.

"Senior brother~"

His voice was choked, as if he was a drowning person grasping at his last hope of survival.

Murong Ji's eyes fell on the Precious Lotus Lantern in Yang Chan's hand. He sighed helplessly and glanced at the Zhoutian Immortal God.

Finally, his gaze fell on the brother and sister Yang Jian and Yang Chan.

He raised his head to look at the sky, his eyes seemed to penetrate the Lingxiao Palace, and asked loudly: "What does the Great Celestial Venerable think?"

The hundreds of thousands of troops surrounding the mountain remained silent, and no one answered.

At this moment, suddenly, a consciousness came: [It is all up to Brother Dao to decide. ]

A rumbling sound came, and it seemed to ring in everyone's ears. It was Haotian's voice.

The sound of the great way.

Hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals were extremely silent. Compared to Haotian, or even other human emperors, they were more willing to believe in the human ancestor in front of them.

Murong Ji understood Haotian's meaning. No matter how he calculated, these were still his sister and nephew.

No matter who this plot is directed at, the only ones who will be hurt in the end are his relatives.

He himself ascended to the Heavenly Emperor because of Murong Ji, even though he had the title of being appointed by the Taoist Ancestor himself.

However, the power lies with the human race. Today, Haotian has gathered many demons to check the power of the human race in the heaven.

But the embarrassing thing is that these monsters prefer to obey Emperor Zhuanxu.

Or, they might directly obey Fuxi, or some innate gods might even obey Shennong. Every emperor of heaven had his own team.

This made him, the Emperor Haotian, extremely embarrassed and unable to build his own team.

Now, facing his sister and nephew.

No matter how Haotian handles it, he can't have the best of both worlds.

Murong Ji was different. If he personally trampled on the heavenly rules he had set, no one would say anything, and no one would dare to say anything.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and waved his hand. Countless star gods and mountain gods in the sky understood what he meant and began to operate the formation.

Some new faces who didn't understand what was going on were shocked when they saw the actions of other star gods. They didn't dare to resist and started to take action.

In just a breath of time, the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array changed from its original peaceful state to a state of war.

At this time, if anyone doesn't have the foresight to stand up, it will be hard to avoid disaster.

Murong Ji's eyes fell on the mother and son in front of him. He looked at Yang Chan, who was still hugging his thighs, and kicked her away.

He walked forward and directly fed Yao Ji a rhubarb pill, looking down at Yang Jian.

"The human race's heavenly rules and your uncle's dignity were directly shattered by your axe. As for the heavenly rules that your mother violated, they were originally set by me."

"Humans and gods cannot marry each other for four reasons. First, immortals have high standards. How can they be interested in ordinary mortals?"

"Even if there are some romantic and suave ones, their youth will fade away in just a few decades, and by then, the couple will get tired of each other."

"It's nothing more than someone's calculation."

"Secondly, human hearts are unpredictable. Some people dare to do anything to achieve immortality. If ordinary people plot against immortals, it will only cause trouble."

"It is also a kind of harm to the ethics of the human race."

"Third, the descendants of immortals are generally very talented. People are selfish and will devote all their efforts to cultivating their children."

"I will still be no exception, let alone others. By then, because this is a powerful fairy race that has been created, it will affect the stability of the mortal world." "They are superior to others, and over time, they will even kill people for blood and use thousands of lives as resources for cultivation."

"Don't think I'm exaggerating. The human race has been around for nearly two thousand years, and too many things have happened."

“Fourthly, when immortals enter the mortal world, whether it is the principles of the Dao or the luck of the Dao, they will subtly influence the fate and destiny of the people around them.”

"If it's a good fate, it's good to lead him to the path of cultivation. It's also a good thing. If it's a bad fate, the immortal spirit can kill people in a moment."

"The difference between immortals and mortals is as great as the sky and the earth. There is no comparison. As they are slaughtered layer by layer, these ordinary people are unable to resist."

"That's why there is a connection between heaven and earth, separating humans and gods. Do you accept this heavenly rule?"

Murong Ji looked at Yang Jian coldly, staring at his facial expression, not missing a single detail.

Yang Jian knelt on the ground, unable to recover for a long time. He had never thought about these questions before.

At that time, I wondered why there were such inhumane laws in heaven.

"Disciple, I accept the punishment willingly." Yang Jian knocked his head to the ground.

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"Okay! Just accept it. If you don't, I'll beat you to death on the spot."

Murong Ji stood up straight, put his hands behind his back, and thought carefully in his heart. He was silent for a long time, and the whole mountain top was extremely quiet.

Then he said calmly: "The Heavenly Law was destroyed because of you, so I want you to gather the Heavenly Law again. This is your responsibility."

The Heavenly Law is not a dead thing, a legal provision hanging high there, but a restriction or a prohibition.

For example, if any immortal or god comes down to earth without permission, the Heavenly Law will give a warning, just like the time when Yao Ji came down to earth and had an affair with a mortal.

It will soon be fed back to the Lingxiao Palace.

Otherwise, even until Yang Tianyou dies of old age, or even reincarnates several times, he may not be discovered.

The wilderness is too vast and the human race is too diverse.

"As for the punishment, it will be three thousand heavy battles. It's up to you whether you can survive. If you can survive, you will have to pay back the heavenly law for destroying and killing the heavenly soldiers and generals."

"Hmm..." Murong Ji thought about it carefully and continued, "Your uncle has gone through 1,750 tribulations, let's make it an even number."

"Just 1,800. If you perform 1,800 great deeds for the human race and re-establish the dignity of the human race, then I will spare you. How about that?"

Yang Jian was silent for a moment, then he kowtowed: "Disciple obeys the order, and kowtows to thank the ancestors for their grace!"

Murong Ji nodded and said, "Use your brains in the future and don't be a fool and let others use you as a tool."

His eyes fell on Yao Ji and he took a look at her condition. After making sure that she was not seriously injured, the remaining injuries would need time to heal.

"Your mother is detained in Qingyun Mountain. When the cause and effect are resolved, you can go and pick her up. From now on, you will start as a heavenly soldier."

"Promotions are given for merit, and demotions are given for mistakes. Everything is done according to the normal procedures of the Heavenly Court."

After he finished speaking, Murong Ji waved his hand, signaling them to take Yang Jian away, without saying anything more.

Immediately, several heavenly generals descended from the top of the mountain, clamped Yang Jian's arms, and dragged him backwards.

It was easy for the two Daluo Jinxian to subdue a rookie like Yang Jian.

He was pressed on a torture bench, and then two heavenly generals came out, one holding a board, and beat him down with a stick again and again.

Every blow of the stick destroyed part of Yang Jian's magic power or foundation.

After being hit by hundreds of sticks, Yang Jian gritted his teeth and endured it without saying a word.

After six hundred blows, he could no longer bear the pain and screamed in agony. His voice resounded throughout the entire mountain top and echoed in the ears of hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals.

Three thousand sticks are not light, but after being hit with fifteen hundred sticks, Yang Jian was breathing less and exhaling more.

It would be difficult to withstand the next 1,500 sticks, and there is an 80% chance that he will die on this bench.

Yang Chan hugged Murong Ji's thighs, crying uncontrollably and begging, but Murong Ji refused to give in at all.

As time passed, the heavenly general who was carrying out the execution intentionally let Yang Jian go, and in the end did not beat him to death on the bench.

Murong Ji glanced coldly at the two men, strangers, but did not say anything. He just waved his hand, signaling them to withdraw.

Soon, two heavenly generals took the three members of the family away. Yao Ji was sent to Qingyun Mountain, and Yang Jian was taken back to heaven.

As for Yang Chan, she dared to call Murong Ji "senior brother", mainly because Murong Ji acknowledged her, so no one dared to capture her.

He ignored her and left with Yang Jian.

Yang Chan hurriedly saluted Murong Ji, then followed Yang Jian to heaven to take care of her brother.

Murong Ji looked at the clear sky without a trace of cloud. In just one day, the sky changed from overcast to clear.

After coming to his senses, he turned around and went back to the yard.

After waiting for such a long time, no one seemed to jump out to stop it, which made Murong Ji feel a little bit regretful.

Murong wanted to see it very much, but he didn't see it, so he was a little disappointed.

As soon as the heavenly soldiers and generals withdrew, a Taoist priest came to ask for a meeting.

Murong Ji asked Bai Mudan to lead him to the living room and waited for a moment before going to see him.

(End of this chapter)