Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1075 I'll teach you a lesson
I barely made it to the gates of hell within three months.

Seeing the guard of Ghost Gate, Murong Ji gasped and said, "Quickly send me to Fengdu City."

The ghost general also knew Murong Ji. He didn't ask too much about Murong Ji's current condition, so he personally brought Murong Ji to Fengdu City.

He escorted her all the way to the City Lord's Mansion before saying goodbye and leaving.

Stretching lazily, Murong Ji walked into the City Lord's Mansion with a swagger, and headed towards the Fengdu Mountains at the back.

Then, he entered his own yard and saw Hou Tu meditating and practicing, with the Taoist aura surrounding her.

Murong Ji didn't say much. He found a place to sit down and quietly boiled water and drank tea.

When he had nothing to do, he manipulated the intelligence system of the underworld to see to what extent the great catastrophe had developed.

After understanding the situation, Murong Ji finally came to his senses. Fortunately, it was still in time.

Murong Ji stretched lazily, and then his eyes fell on Hou Tu, who had not yet come out of her cultivation.

This courtyard is also protected by a powerful formation, and ordinary people cannot enter here.

Around Hou Tu, there are layers of formations slowly operating.

This was what Murong Ji had told us a long time ago. Things in the world are unpredictable and you never know what accidents might happen.

Murong Ji thought carefully and decided that Hou Tu no longer needed to fall into disaster.

The catastrophe of Nuwa and the lich was the catastrophe that led to her enlightenment.

From then on, as long as she hid in the underworld and didn't go out, no one could do anything to her.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath, feeling a little envious and a little melancholy.

The pressure of trying to fit all those saints in is extremely great.

Who would have thought that he, the first human king, now needed the death of a large number of human beings, and was even the driving force behind the scenes...

After thinking about it, it is still too early for him to recover his strength. If the catastrophe does not break out completely, it is possible that someone will discover it.

The timing is not right, but it is just right.

Many people believe that Murong Ji will surely encounter disaster if he follows the path of humanity or swordsmanship.

But they overlooked one thing, Murong Ji's cultivation system was different from theirs.

The realm divisions such as Golden Immortal, Daluo Golden Immortal, Quasi-Sage, and Saint do not apply to him.

Murong Ji himself has a stable promotion path, the Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao.

There is no need to follow their route for cultivation. Now, entering the calamity is just to confuse the Zhoutian Saint.

If they had not fallen into calamity, they would always maintain their dignity and there would be no such thing as burning incense at Nuwa Palace.

All measures will be within a certain range and nothing too extreme will be done.

Murong Ji couldn't find any opportunity to target these saints.

Or, all the calculations were piled on Murong Ji, who was too powerful to escape, so it would not be as easy as it is now.

Having saints and not having saints are almost two different concepts. Under saints, all are ants, and this is not just talk.

Soon, Murong Ji's body began to make "click! click!" sounds.

Before long, the tips of silver needles slowly emerged from the acupuncture points all over the body.

Murong Ji took out the needles from his arms one by one and placed them on the coffee table beside him.

Among the pile of silver needles, there were dozens of gold needles. Every time a needle was pulled out, Murong Ji's aura became stronger.

Not long after, after Murong Ji pulled out the needles from the Baihui and Yongquan acupoints, all the aura in his body dissipated.

Become ordinary, as if he is really a mortal with no cultivation.

Murong Ji stretched out his body, and his body made a "crackling" sound. This comfortable and pleasant feeling surged throughout his body.

Back to Basics!

This has always been the most precious state for monks, it is a change in mentality.

This state is also the most difficult.

It is human nature to forget one’s roots.

How many people can still remember their days and mentality when they were poor after they become rich and powerful?
How many people, when they hold the power of life and death, still remember that they were once ants?
Murong Ji sat down again, collected the pile of silver needles one by one, and put them into the Qiankun Qingguang Jie.

He chose to go through tribulations not only to confuse the saints in heaven, but more importantly, to recall how he was when he first sought the truth.

When he turned around, he saw Hou Tu looking at him with burning eyes.

"You're back?"

"you're awake?"

They both spoke at the same time, but there was silence for a moment, because of the ethnic issue, there was now a gap between them.

The Shang Dynasty should be destroyed and the Zhou Dynasty should rise.

This was the idea Murong Ji came up with after he traveled around the Zhou Kingdom.

But he was not quite sure what Hou Tu was thinking.

He sighed helplessly, then said, "We can't always be like this, it will affect our relationship."

Hou Tu came back to her senses, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared. "Have you decided?"

Murong Ji nodded and said no more.

Hou Tu reached out and pulled Murong Ji's clothes, and used brute force to pull Murong Ji onto the bed. He pressed on Murong Ji, looked up at her with tears in his eyes, biting his lips gently, as if he had a lot to say to Murong Ji.

Murong Ji was a little stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and slowly put his left hand around Hou Tu's waist.

Feeling her exquisite curves and slightly bulging belly pressed tightly against my body, the warm and soft feeling was very comfortable.

His right hand unconsciously held her hips and pressed down hard, and he unconsciously felt his breathing become a little short.

That kind of desire was constantly aroused by Hou Tu.

Worldly desires are a good thing, as they can balance divinity and humanity.

So that God will not be too ruthless, and people will not degenerate into beasts.

At this time, it became a tool for the two of them to flirt with each other. Their desire continued to grow and their hearts were constantly changing.

The dry wood and the raging fire, like dew and Heze, the two of them were fully seeking each other's warmth and tenderness.

After the calm, there was some silence again. There were many things between the two of them that could no longer be compensated by giving in or making love a few times.

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Murong Ji has already given in enough. If Hou Tu remains like this, he will really consider breaking up with her.

Hou Tu lay on Murong Ji's chest, sniffing his scent, and then murmured, "Give them one last chance."

"If Emperor Xin meets your requirements, then leave the Shang Dynasty. If not... I will destroy it myself."

Murong Qi was silent for a while, and gently patted Hou Tu's delicate buttocks, which instantly rippled like water.

It was as bouncy as jelly, but he didn't say he agreed or disagreed.

"Nu Wa, I'll go and communicate with her."

Murong Ji nodded. Given Nuwa's temperament, how could she just let it go after suffering such a huge loss?

Even if Murong Ji stood idly by, the existence of the Shang Dynasty would be a new contest between Nuwa and Hou Tu.

The situation now is already quite serious, Murong Ji can just sit back and watch the show.

Beyond the sky, there is the Queen Wa Palace.

Nuwa had a gloomy face and kept looking at the image sent by Murong Ji. Her expression was extremely ugly.

There was a lot of anger stuck in my heart, and I didn't know how to let it go.

Even Murong Ji, the first human king, did not dare to be disrespectful to her, and all the Zhoutian saints had to be polite to her.

When will it be the turn of a half-witch to humiliate her like this!

When thinking of the Wu clan, Nuwa thought of Hou Tu. She even suspected that Hou Tu was plotting against her.

[If I don’t return it, how can I survive in the wild world in the future? ! ! ]

Nuwa swept the entire hall with a cold gaze. Her two maids were incompetent and it would be impossible to ask them to do anything.

His eyes fell on the three little ones again, Tushan Honghong, Tushan Yaya, and Tushan Rongrong.

The three little ones looked up at her in a silly and cute way, which was simply enough to melt one's heart.

The anger on Nuwa's face subsided a little. It was okay to keep these three as pets, but they could be driven and ordered around like disciples.

It's absolutely impossible. Nothing can be accomplished. I'm definitely a stupid teammate.

"I'm a little speechless. Why did Ren Jiang give you those names? Honghong? Yaya? Rongrong?!"

When I liked them before, I always felt that these three little ones were caring. But now, there is not a single available disciple in Nuwa Palace.

The only one, Yang Chan, is just so-so in strength.

If she were thrown out like this, she would be beaten up.

Nuwa rubbed her forehead like Murong Ji did. The entire Qingyun Mountain was full of talented people, except for those two cheap senior brothers.

Once they are released, they will all be well-known figures and the best among all the second-generation disciples.

Not to mention other things, each of the hundreds of disciples has his or her own special skills. In the prehistoric world, they are also top-notch.

Among the three generations of disciples, almost no one can compete with them.

"Alas! It seems that I have really ruined you."

Nuwa was a little discouraged for a moment. She didn't understand how Murong Ji could cultivate so many talents?
Look at those ones, they are so fierce.

Nuwa walked up to the three little ones and slowly squatted down: "Do you miss your master? I haven't seen him for hundreds of years."

The three little ones looked a little confused. They looked almost the same, except that one was a little taller. They looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, but there was only confusion in their eyes.

Seeing this, Nuwa couldn't help but twitch her mouth. She guessed that they had long forgotten who their master was.

"Teng Snake!"

"Miss!"

"Send them to Ren Jiang. I can't teach them. Let Ren Jiang teach them."

"Yes, ma'am."

Not long after walking, Nuwa looked at the empty Nuwa Palace and suddenly lost interest. What's the point of becoming a saint? How long will such a boring life last?
Before I knew it, I missed the days when I lived in Qingyun Mountain.

In addition to practicing every day, you can also hear Murong Ji's helpless and angry roar and scolding.

Although they were all scolding me, my life was extremely lively. No matter how I looked at it, it was better than living an empty life in this Wa Palace.

(End of this chapter)