Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1074 Great loyalty seems like treachery, great treachery seems like loyalty.

In later generations, this Yellow Wind Monster became the pet of Tathagata Buddha. He learned some magical powers, and few people in heaven and on earth could catch him.

Murong Ji's eyes darkened and darkened, as if he hadn't seen anything.

At this moment, a ray of golden light escaped into Emperor Xin's body from the yellow wind.

In an instant, Emperor Xin's temperament changed drastically, and his originally frightened mind instantly became calm.

That look of indifference to all living beings and everything, as if born superior to others, wanton and arrogant.

Shang Rong and others are ordinary people and cannot detect the variables.

After the storm calmed down, they went to see Emperor Xin again, but found nothing unusual.

Murong Ji stood aside with a gloomy brow, feeling the incomparably majestic rhyme of Tao that could suppress the luck of the human race.

Who else but a saint could have blatantly slapped the human race and Nuwa in the face?

Murong Ji was quite familiar with this saint, but he was not surprised.

Taoist Cundi!

Murong Ji raised his eyes slightly and looked into Emperor Xin's pupils. That look was indifferent to everything, and the fierce murderous intent in his eyes kept flowing.

Then you will understand what state the Bodhisattva Cundi is in at this moment.

It's about to be a disaster!
If Murong Ji did not have the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, he would probably be affected by the calamity of heaven and earth, and sooner or later become like the Taoist Zhunti.

By then, he will no longer have control over everything and it will all depend on his fate.

Emperor Xin stepped forward, relit the incense and candles, and without even bowing, he directly inserted the incense and candles into the incense burner.

Looking up at the statue that exudes the charm of Nuwa, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

He flipped over and went straight to the front of the statue, walked up to the statue and turned around.

The entire stone statue was so huge that Emperor Xin looked like an ant when standing under it.

Emperor Xin stroked the skirt of the stone statue, his eyes became gloomy and then filled with smiles.

His palm couldn't help but gently brush the skirt of the stone statue of Nuwa, the action was frivolous and a little vulgar.

Then, he drew out his sword and carved a poem on the wall with brute force.

A rustling sound gradually arose. Although Murong Ji did not turn around to read the content of the poem, his expression became increasingly gloomy.

He slowly exhaled a breath, with a gloomy face, and turned around to see that Emperor Xin had already put away his sword and walked out of Nuwa Palace.

"Your Majesty!! This is the Holy Mother of our human race! How can you dare to provoke her with words alone?! Just erase it!!"

Shang Rong's face was full of anger, but he suppressed his anger and tried to persuade him.

Emperor Xin turned his head slightly, glanced at Shang Rong coldly, and then said: "I am the Supreme Human King, the True Dragon Emperor, how can I be inferior to a saint?! Stand down!"

Shang Rong's face darkened and he was about to persuade him again, but Emperor Xin had already walked out of Nuwa Palace.

For a moment, he was helpless and could only direct the two eunuchs waiting at the door, "Hurry up and erase that poem. No matter what you do, erase it!"

Then, Shang Rong hurriedly followed Emperor Xin's steps and kept chattering until Emperor Xin got on the carriage.

At a command, the entire frame rushed towards Chaoge.

The two eunuchs simply erased the traces roughly. They did not dare to offend the prime minister, let alone go against Emperor Xin's will.

Just some simple cleaning work, some of the dirt on the wall was wiped off, but it was not completely wiped off.

Murong Ji was standing aside, looking at the two of them with a smile. If they could really distinguish between the important and the unimportant, the fate of the entire Shang Dynasty might change.

After everyone had left, Murong Ji took out the Qiankun Mirror that was shining from above.

After carefully reading the contents, it was indeed Taoist Tizhun, who entered Emperor Xin's body with his soul.

This kind of behavior not only completely offends the human race, it is simply rubbing the human race's face on the ground.

He smiled coldly, and then used talismans to transmit this video to the Queen Wa Palace.

At the same time, talismans were used to transmit information to Zixiao Palace and Huoyun Cave.

The news was also spread to all the other forces.

His strength is now sealed, and all the true energy he uses comes from spiritual crystals. He is okay for drawing talismans and walking scrolls, but it is a level lower when using it to fight the enemy.

After Murong Qi finished cleaning the Nuwa Palace, he looked up and saw Nuwa appearing on a stone statue that was more than six meters high.

"How did you become such a loser?"

Nuwa's voice came slowly, but Murong Ji was stunned, his face sank, and he was too lazy to pay attention to her.

"You are such a loser. I took over the human king's body for a short time right in front of you, and you didn't even say a word. Cut him!"

Murong Ji ignored Nuwa's indignation and simply cleaned up every corner of the house.

He then turned around and left Nuwa Palace, closing the door behind him.

From now on, we will just wait and see as the calamity slowly brews in the ancient world.

No matter what, you have to take a look at the situation first.

In the Wa Palace, Nuwa looked at the scene sent by Murong Ji, her face was black and white, and she was so angry that she couldn't vent her anger. This anger started when the five saints surrounded her, and now she was teased by the Taoist Zhunti, how could she not be angry?

After thinking about it, Nuwa flew directly towards the Zixiao Palace. No matter what, she was going to file a complaint with Zhunti.

The days that followed returned to peace, and there was nothing happening in Nuwa Palace except for welcoming some humans who came to burn incense.

For the rest of the time, Murong Ji spent most of his time lying down. He placed a recliner at the door and lay on it, rocking slowly.

He liked this extremely slow pace of life very much, and he also liked the job of guarding the palace and temple.

A few months later, Murong Ji was basking in the sun in front of the door. He stretched out lazily out of boredom and felt very comfortable.

Not long after, he heard footsteps approaching. Thinking it was a pilgrim coming to burn incense, Murong Ji didn't even raise his eyes.

I was too lazy to pay attention and continued to bask in the sun with my eyes closed.

The footsteps stopped in front of him and then fell silent, as if they were sizing him up.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, long time no see."

Murong Ji was stunned. He took away the bamboo slips covering his face and looked up.

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He saw the Taoist Jie Yin with a kind face, his hands clasped together and the body slightly bowed standing in front of him.

"Thank you for being polite, Saint Jieyin. If you have anything to say, just tell me directly. I am very pressed for time."

The Taoist Jie Yin's face froze. What else could Murong Ji do? Lying here, with nothing to do, basking in the sun?
I didn't see why he was pressed for time.

He sighed helplessly, clasped his hands together again, and bowed slightly: "I came here to chat with you, fellow Taoist."

Murong Ji slightly opened his eyes, looked at the saint in front of him, and suddenly laughed out loud: "What can we talk about? There is nothing to talk about."

What the Taoist Zhunti did was made public by Murong Ji, which broke the tacit understanding between them.

If the saint leaves early, then the one who takes action first will inevitably become the target of public criticism.

Although the great catastrophe of the prehistoric world was a struggle between the two forces of Jiejiao and Chenjiao, other saints could not escape either.

After all, Western religions still have some people behind them, and the one that deserves the worst is Western religion.

No matter what, a saint should not die, otherwise the scale and scope of the catastrophe will be out of control.

In particular, this was a short-lived alliance formed after they joined forces to force Nuwa back and intimidate Hou Tu.

Now, this alliance has been broken.

Taking action against the human king not only offended the Huoyun Cave, but also created cause and effect with the human race.

Taking away the good fortune of the human race and doing things that harm the human race, how can this matter be eliminated so easily?
"Fellow Daoist, please tell me the conditions. How can we resolve this karma with Junior Brother Zhunti?"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and pointed at the six-meter-tall stone statue inside: "You should think about how to settle the cause and effect with the person inside."

He then turned over, covered his face with the bamboo slips again, and ignored the Taoist priest.

Jie Yin sighed helplessly, pushed the door open, and then closed it again.

As for how he negotiated with Nuwa, Murong was not sure. Given Nuwa's personality, how could she be the one to suffer a loss?

After seeing Jie Yin off, Murong Ji watched the sun gradually set before he stood up from the recliner and packed his bags.

"You want to leave? You want to leave again? We have come to this point, where else do you want to go?"

There were waves of vibration coming from the huge statue of Nuwa, and for some unknown reason, the emotions seemed a little agitated.

Murong Ji just glanced at it indifferently, without saying much, he walked out of Nuwa Palace and walked towards the west step by step.

The catastrophe is irreversible. Based on Murong Ji's understanding of Yuanshi Tianzun, he will definitely send people to understand the forces of both Dashan and Xiqi.

In the end, he chooses the right one. This suitable one is not just about who is stronger or weaker, but which one is more in line with his wishes.

Murong Ji always felt that Yuanshi Tianzun was on the same wavelength as him, however, one was a real villain and the other was a real gentleman.

A loyal person may seem like a traitor, and a traitor may seem like a loyal person. No matter who you are, it is difficult to tell the difference.

Before leaving, he wrote a letter to Wen Zhong, leaving the choice in his own hands. The specific outcome would depend on his choice.

Walking step by step towards the west, Murong Ji felt a little helpless. In this era, traveling was the most painful thing.

Murong Ji was very annoyed. He had to keep on traveling and measuring the vast world with his own legs. For a cultivator, this was simply the stupidest thing to do.

Even if he walked for hundreds of years, he might not be able to measure the entire prehistoric world.

Murong Ji used talismans and traveled thousands of miles to escape the sect, moving continuously towards the western land.

It was already three years later that Rhino Hezhou entered its territory, and it took Murong Ji a while to get out using the talisman escape technique.

After entering the underworld, Murong Ji let out a long breath.

If the Shang Dynasty wants to be destroyed, it must be discussed carefully with Hou Tu.

The underworld is not small. How long will it take Murong Ji to reach the gates of hell?
Moreover, after entering the underworld, one finds that it is pitch black. It is almost impossible to walk to the gates of hell on foot.

You never know when you might get lost, so the best way is to follow the Yellow Spring water and keep going forward.

Murong Ji was helpless and simply drew a ghost-warding talisman and let nine little ghosts carry it away.

(End of this chapter)