Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1094 The Saint's End
Murong Ji stretched lazily, his eyes fell on Yunxiao, and then he flew over on his sword.

He glanced at the Qiong Xiao in her hand, confirmed that there was nothing serious, and stopped paying attention to it.

Then he said calmly: "Come back to the mountains with me."

Yunxiao had a bitter look on her face and wanted to say something, but she didn't open her mouth. There were many things she couldn't say. If someone did her a favor, she had to repay them.

Murong Ji patted the back of her hand and said nothing more.

During the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods, anyone who falls into it will be in great danger. No matter where they hide, it is unlikely that they can escape completely.

If things go wrong, Murong Ji will be dragged into this, which is not worth it.

Murong Ji understood Yun Xiao's concerns and also knew who she was.

Following Yunxiao into the merchant camp and seeing Wen Zhong, Murong Ji simply waved his hand, signaling him not to go forward.

As Yunxiao entered her tent, he saw the unconscious Bixiao.

Neither of these two is a worry-free person. They have never changed their bad habit of joining in the fun and are willful and capricious, but they are not bad people at heart.

It’s not bad that we suffered a disaster this time.

Murong Ji stepped forward to take the pulse, and after making sure that there was nothing serious, he sat aside and watched Yunxiao put Bixiao on the bed.

"What are you thinking? Just because Brother Zhao died, you decided to take these two with you into the calamity?"

Yunxiao covered Bixiao with the quilt and then sat opposite Murong Ji.

"My heart was shaken at the time, how could I think so much? I only wanted to avenge my elder brother. Besides, Qiong Xiao and Bi Xiao were quarreling fiercely."

"I think we should seek justice for our elder brother."

Murong Ji nodded, indicating that he understood. He also wanted to go down the mountain when he learned that Zhao Gongming had died.

He has a bad character and is too calculating. He has almost no friends. The only ones who can be called good friends are Hongyun Zhenyuanzi and the four brothers and sisters.

The two talked for a few more sentences. Murong Ji told Yunxiao about Zhao Gongming's situation and wanted to lure Yunxiao up the mountain, but Yunxiao was not fooled and was determined to live and die with Jiejiao.

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead with a headache. He really had a headache.

Nearing midnight, Murong Ji checked the injuries of Qiong Xiao and Bi Xiao again. Both of them were seriously injured and could not wake up for the time being.

Then, he felt relieved. He couldn't wake up, and they wouldn't know what happened at night.

After Yunxiao came back, he fed his two sisters some elixirs and checked their injuries, and that was all.

Turning around, he glanced at Murong Ji, a little surprised: "You're not leaving?"

Murong Ji was confused. Leaving? Where to go? Then, he licked his skin and moved forward, nestling in Yunxiao's bed.

Yun Xiao was somewhat helpless. He glanced at his two younger sisters and then said, "It's okay for you to live here, but you have to behave yourself."

Murong Ji nodded vigorously and agreed very readily.

The moon was high in the sky, and Murong Ji's hand slowly climbed up Yunxiao's butt from behind.

But the disturbed Yunxiao was a little flustered, "No... Is there anyone else here?!"

Murong Ji leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Then you better keep your voice down so they don't hear you. Otherwise, your sister will..."

Yunxiao held down Murong Ji's hand that was causing trouble on her chest with all her strength, her face filled with shame, not willing to let Murong Ji succeed.

However, he didn't want to lose the advantage and so he forced himself to give in, allowing Murong Ji to succeed.

Before they knew it, their voices were getting louder and louder, without them noticing that in the darkness, there were two pairs of eyes staring at them.

The next morning, Murong Ji walked out of the camp, stretched, and felt refreshed.

Turning around, the blush on Yunxiao's face had not completely disappeared.

Murong Ji sniffed and found the smell coming from the tent was indeed a bit embarrassing.

Yunxiao pinched his fingers and chanted a spell to quickly remove the smell in the tent, then he carefully and quickly washed the traces on his body.

He glanced at his two younger sisters and saw that they were breathing evenly, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Glancing outside the tent, Murong Ji had already disappeared. He couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn it! You're so pissing me off!!"

With gnashing teeth and a red face, Yunxiao looked like a ripe peach.

After tidying up, he said a few words to Yunxiao, and then went straight out of the Da Shang military camp.

When they arrived outside Xiqi City, on the top of a mountain not far away, Chang Jian had already returned.

He bowed to Murong Ji and handed him the list.

Murong Ji took a quick glance and directly took out an ink pen to tick off all the names one by one.

Every time a line was drawn, an inexplicable force would pull the souls of those people into the List of Gods.

For a time, the whole Xiqi city was filled with wailing, and a large number of disciples of the Chan sect suffered disaster.

The Chan Sect is not just composed of the Twelve Golden Immortals. There are also countless outer disciples beneath them.

The entire Chan sect is indeed not much smaller than the Biyou Palace.

It is also because of this that they became one of the main forces in the Conferred God Tribulation. Otherwise, how would Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu compete with each other?
If there were really only those dozen or so direct descendants, Master Tongtian would have put his own disciples on the list.

What is worrying is not the lack of disciples but the inequality. Both of them have quite a few followers, so why should all the disciples of Biyou Palace be on the list?

After all the names were checked off, Murong Ji's gaze fell on Xiqi City.

Watching countless Qingyun disciples enter the city and collect the corpse of the innate sacred, there were people who resisted and did not allow the Qingyun disciples to take the corpse. However, they were all defeated or suppressed. Some evil-minded disciples directly sent the disciples of the Chan Sect to the Conferred God List.

Why aren't human cultivators on the list?
Murong Ji was eager for this. The god position on the list was also a disguised way of controlling the great formation of humanity. Could the human race still not provide any manpower?
If a human cultivator could really get in, Murong Ji could confidently say that the human race had monopolized all the god positions.

Murong Ji still has no pressure to feed out a few Golden Immortals. At that time, it depends on whether Hongjun is anxious or not.

This great calamity of conferring the gods also aims to disperse the power of the human race in heaven.

"Master, the war is getting more intense. A quasi-saint has already died. I'm afraid that the two mistresses will..."

Murong Ji looked back at Chang Jian, put his hands behind his back and said no more.

Yunxiao and Jinling don't plan to go up the mountain to take refuge, what can he do?

Disaster, disaster, if you avoid it, can you definitely avoid it? Many times, avoiding disaster is not a good thing.

Even if they die once, Murong Ji still has a way to save them.

Seeing that Murong Ji didn't say anything, Chang Jian didn't say anything more. His master has always been thorough in his work, so just a reminder will be enough.

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After all the innate sacred corpses in the city were gathered, Murong Ji flew directly into the sky.

He returned to Qingyun Mountain and continued to live in seclusion, ignoring worldly affairs.

The Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods was developing at a very fast pace, and when the next news came, it was that Wen Zhong had died in Juelong Ridge.

Chang Jian personally brought back Wen Zhong's body, and only then did Murong Ji leave Yuqing Palace.

He just glanced at Wen Zhong's body and didn't care anymore.

He signaled Chang Jian to seal his body in the frozen land in the back mountain, and then went back to his retreat.

Not long after this, various news came one after another, including news that Zhou Xing was going to attack Shang.

It was not until the Patriarch Tongtian set up the Zhuxian Sword Formation at Jiepai Pass that he was brutally beaten by the Four Saints.

Murong Ji slowly opened his eyes after hearing about the saint's fate.

This is the moment he has been waiting for.

After walking out of Yuqing Palace, Murong Ji stood at the door of Yuqing Palace and looked away.

In the direction of Jiepai Pass, the avenue was in turmoil. It was obvious that there were saints fighting, and the process was very intense. Murong Ji could sense it from such a long distance.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then he turned around, put his hands behind his back, and walked into the Yuqing Palace.

Not long after this, the Zhu Xian Sword Formation was broken and Jie Religion was defeated.

At this moment, Li Jing walked up the mountain step by step from the foot of the mountain.

Murong Ji ordered people to arrange for him to live in the Qingyun Villa, and from then on, he became a disciple of Qingyun.

The next morning, Li Jing came to the Yuqing Palace to pay homage.

"Disciple Li Jing greets Ancestor Jiang."

Murong Ji slowly opened his eyes. Without asking any questions, one could understand why he came.

"Why did you come to find me?"

"Ancestor, Li Jing is grateful for this opportunity, but my wife and children are still suffering at the foot of the mountain. Please find a way."

Murong Ji nodded: "As it should be, you should bring them up the mountain as well. When you go to work in the Heavenly Court in the future, the transfer of the human race in the Heavenly Court will be under your charge."

Li Jing was stunned. When he went up the mountain, he had asked his master Chang Jian many things, and Chang Jian also told him a lot.

The current Heavenly Court is no longer the time for humans to be the Heavenly Emperor. Although there are a large number of humans serving in the Heavenly Court.

However, Haotian also cultivated a number of his own trusted team members, most of whom were demons or other creatures.

The human race's power in heaven needs a leader to resist the invasion of other forces.

If nothing unexpected happens, Li Jing will play such a role.

For a moment, Li Jing was indeed a little panicked, because human affairs and divine affairs are not the same.

He has calmed down a little and slowly exhaled. No matter what, he is working for the human race, which is quite good.

It's better than working for those gods and monsters.

"Ancestor, Li Jing would like to ask you what happened to the Shang Dynasty?"

Murong Ji raised the corner of his mouth slightly. People who understand their own position and stick to it are smart and persistent.

It's a bit like the spirit of a scholar, which is quite good.

"It was my intention that the Shang Dynasty would destroy the Zhou Dynasty."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Jing's face turned pale, and before he knew it, his eyes turned red.

"Ancestor! But King Xin of the Shang Dynasty..."

Murong Ji sighed softly and said slowly: "In the early years, I had an agreement with Hou Tu. If it was the monarch of the Shang Dynasty."

"If he is qualified to become the Human King, I will push him to live in Huoyun Cave. It won't be a big deal for the Great Shang to revive."

"Until Emperor Xin, I never interfered too much."

(End of this chapter)