Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1101: Human Rights
The great calamity of the Conferred Gods has finally come to an end, and to finish the hard work of running errands, the entire human race will be needed to help.

Murong Ji left all the matters such as sorting out the results of battle and cleaning up the mess behind him aside.

All attention is focused on transforming Hu into Buddha.

Today, the war between Shang and Zhou has not yet come to an end, and everyone is waiting for the outcome after the Conferred God Tribulation.

Those living or dead innate sacred beings are all looking forward to the end of the war so that they can secure a good future for themselves.

Just at this time, the "Book of Changes" was delivered to Fuxi.

Fuxi looked at the ordinary book in his hand and naturally understood what Murong Ji was thinking.

In desperation, he sighed, "For a saintly position, this karma is too great."

A few years later, Jiang Ziya led his troops eastward and broke through the Shang Dynasty.

Emperor Xin vowed to never surrender and burned himself to death in the Zhaixing Tower.

After his death, he was still unwilling to resign himself to his fate, and first went to Qingyun Mountain to ask Murong Ji why he, Emperor Xin, was unpopular among the people!
Murong Ji did not see him, it was not that he had not given Emperor Xin a chance. Misfortunes sent by heaven can be forgiven, but misfortunes brought upon oneself cannot be forgiven.

The entire Shang-Zhou war had come to an end, and from then on it was time to reward merits and reap the fruits of victory.

At this moment, the heaven and earth were in turmoil, various great ways were slowly floating, and another saint was born.

Fuxi became a saint!
Murong Ji hurriedly walked out of Yuqing Palace and looked up at the rhythmic rays in the sky.

But it is like a net, enveloping the entire prehistoric avenue.

The Yi Dao is vast and almost connects the entire prehistoric avenue.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji chuckled, turned around, and said no more.

When he arrived in front of the furnace, he saw four innate spiritual treasures placed in front of the furnace, namely, Zhuxian, Luxian, Juexian and Xianxian.

The Four Swords of Killing Immortals.

Murong Ji had heard of its great name a long time ago. After studying it for several months, he had a thorough understanding of it.

He repainted the weapon patterns, merging the four immortal swords into one, and then fused them with his own Zhuxian Sword.

Re-forging the Zhu Xian Sword does take a lot of effort, so we can only do it slowly.

The human race today can be said to be unrivaled in its heyday. The five saints are in calamity. What kind of calamity are they in?

Only by devoting themselves to the human race can they complete their tribulations.

Otherwise, would Murong Ji be considered a dead man?

In just a few years, Murong Ji's injuries improved a lot, and the remaining scars could only be healed slowly.

The war between Shang and Zhou had come to an end. After Jiang Ziya had governed the Zhou Dynasty well, he began to build the Fengshen Terrace.

Not long after that, on the day when the Conferred God Platform was built, Jiang Ziya went to Qingyun Mountain to request the Conferred God List.

After receiving instructions from Murong Ji, he conferred titles on the God Conferring Platform.

At the same time, Murong Ji constructed the Ten Thousand Immortals Array of the entire human world based on many innate sacred origins.

These innate sacred beings without souls and spirits have extremely useful bodies, just like electronic components.

Completely connect all the joints of the formation in series, so that the entire human formation has a foundation.

Murong Ji did something even more extreme. He allowed everyone except a few who had close relationships with him to be promoted to the List of Gods.

The rest of the innate sacred beings all refined their bodies into various formation joints.

If you want to escape in the future, you can only kill Murong Ji.

Murong Ji sealed off many joints of the formation on the Qingyun Mountain, activated the Great Formation of Humanity, and used the Zhuxian Sword Formation to echo the Great Zhoutian Formation.

The three formations of heaven, earth and man slowly rotated, completely dissipating, digesting and absorbing the infinite chaotic aura of the ancient world.

Standing at the entrance of Yuqing Palace, Murong Ji watched the formation between heaven and earth working and let out a long breath.

"The great disasters from now on will only become more frequent. Someone needs to experience them before they can..."

Hou Tu's voice suddenly came, Murong Ji turned his head and couldn't help but smile.

"We can talk about the future later. Anyway, those immortals and gods also have to go through tribulations, so let them dissipate their tribulations."

No matter how sophisticated the operation of the heaven and earth formation is, a large amount of calamity and evil spirits will still be generated, and the spiritual energy will become more and more vigorous.

These things, too little is not good, and too much is also not good.

The great calamity of the Conferred Gods came to an end, and before anyone knew it, the Golden Spirit Mother became pregnant again.

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead. He didn’t quite understand why the Golden Spirit Mother insisted on giving birth to so many children.

Since I couldn't control her, I just let her be.

As various things were sorted out one by one, Murong Ji's gaze fell on the western land.

The western land had suffered disasters in the past, but Murong Ji used some methods to help them recover slowly.

All along, it was the two saints from the West who suppressed and unblocked the earth veins, and now both of them have fallen into disaster.

However, the western land veins cannot be left unattended.

In fact, falling into the hands of Zhen Yuanzi is the best choice. Before handing it over to Zhen Yuanzi, a lot of planning needs to be done.

At a command, a large number of remaining disciples of the two sects of Chan and Jie headed towards the west.

Taoist Duobao did something even more extreme. He split the entire Jiejiao into two, and some people followed his junior sister Wudang Shengmu.

They settled down in other places in the prehistoric world, established a new Jiejiao, and founded their own sect.

Taoist Duobao led another group of Jiejiao disciples to the Western Sect to convert the barbarians into Buddhas, and cooperated with countless disciples who practiced Buddhism in Qingyun Mountain to spread the teachings.

The so-called Hu are actually also a human race, but over the past thousands of years, the large number of human descendants born have different customs from those in the Central Plains.

Over the years, the two saints in the West have been subtly influencing this part of the human race, wanting them to become independent.

Nowadays, all of this has helped Murong Ji, and this environment is even more suitable for the spread and development of Buddhism.

Murong Ji also wants to be a Buddhist or Taoist leader.

Western religion was torn to pieces by Murong Ji, Guangchengzi, Duobao Taoist and others, and Buddhism gradually rose to replace Western religion in the West.

A hundred years passed in a flash, and Murong Ji had completely sorted out everything.

Li Jing also gained a firm foothold in the Heavenly Court. Regardless of whether the human and immortal spirits in the Heavenly Court were willing or not, he represented Murong Ji's position and majesty in the Heavenly Court.

It is no longer like before, a stagnant pool of water, allowed to be invaded and exploited by Haotian.

The heaven is still the heaven of the human race, and the wilderness is still the wilderness of the human race.

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Unknowingly, Nuwa had broken through to another level above the saint and walked in front of everyone again.

Murong Ji was speechless. He was only now certain that Nuwa was not the biological daughter of Dadao, but the biological daughter of Pangu.

Any good thing that can make her walk in front of everyone is just off the mark.

Get everything sorted out and assigned to the right people.

After Murong Ji's injuries were completely healed, he went up to Zixiao Palace to pay homage to the Taoist Ancestor!

Landing outside the Zixiao Palace, he clasped his fists and saluted respectfully, "Disciple Jiang, I would like to see you, Senior."

After waiting for a while, Murong Ji saw the gate of Zixiao Palace slowly open.

He let out a breath secretly, walked forward, and as soon as he entered the palace, he looked up at the ancestor Hongjun above.

Seeing his condition, I couldn't help but be shocked.

He knew that Nuwa's Taoism had made great progress, and now it seemed that Hongjun Daozu had also made considerable gains.

On the path of heaven, he took another big step forward.

Murong Ji's heart sank to the bottom. He took a few steps forward and saluted with his fists: "Congratulations to the Taoist Ancestor for making further progress in his Taoism."

Seeing Hongjun slowly open his eyes, Murong Ji understood his meaning and attitude without saying anything.

Murong Ji also relaxed a little. The two of them briefly chatted about the future development of the prehistoric world and then parted ways.

After leaving Zixiao Palace, Murong Ji looked back, his brows became more and more gloomy, and then he returned to the prehistoric world.

The ritual system flourished in the Zhou Dynasty. Although the result was very good, the birth of classes was inevitable.

After receiving the message from Hou Tu, Murong Ji then remembered the matter of the saint falling into calamity.

Yunxiao was given a piece of information and a specific date, and these matters were left to them.

The three sisters entered the mortal world and covered themselves with the entire Hunyuan Golden Bowl in a small mountain village called Ku County in the State of Chu.

In the middle of the night, a baby was born in a farmer's home. The baby's hair was white, and he was born an old man...

In the days that followed, the three Yunxiao sisters were quite busy. They hurried to Kapilavastu and used the Hunyuan Golden Bowl to cover up the divine light.

He ran around everywhere, and from time to time he used the Hunyuan Golden Bowl to cover up the strange phenomena that occurred when the great powers of the ancient times came into the world.

Try to remain unknown.

Others didn't know who these people were, but the three sisters knew it clearly.

At midnight, Murong Ji put on his clothes, got out of bed carefully, glanced at Chang Xi who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and covered her with the quilt.

I walked out of the Yuqing Palace little by little, stood at the door and looked up. The moonlight was like water, and the endless moonlight slowly moved and sprinkled on the entire ancient land.

Murong Ji secretly let out a breath of air. All things were settled, and the entire prehistoric world was in order again.

The prehistoric world has become more stable. Over the years, the three paths of heaven, earth and man have been constantly operating, which in turn has driven the prehistoric world to grow slowly.

Nowadays, it is not easy to destroy the earth and mountains.

Murong Ji came back to his senses and chuckled, "There's nothing to see on this land."

With a helpless sigh, he turned around and came directly to Dazhu Peak. Everything on Dazhu Peak was normal.

The various layouts are just like the Qingyun Mountain back then, but it is a little quieter.

There is no Song Daren, Zhang Xiaofan, or other fellow disciples here.

Without saying anything more, I just took a walk around and took it as a reminiscence.

His expression changed slightly for a moment, and he arrived at Xiaozhu Peak again, and unconsciously came to the bamboo forest under the Moon-Watching Platform.

Looking up, Lu Xueqi was still practicing swordplay here as she had been doing for decades.

Today, Lu Xueqi has already entered the ranks of Daluo Jinxian, but no one can tell exactly what her exact combat power is.

But...very strong.

Suddenly, Lu Xueqi stopped her sword dance and landed on the cliff above the Moon-Watching Platform. She passed through the endless bamboo shadows and fell into the shadows of the bamboo forest.

The two seemed to be looking at each other across the endless bamboo forest, but neither of them saw the other.

A breeze blew, and Murong Ji seemed to have just come to his senses. He put his hands behind his back, put on his clothes, and walked out of Xiaozhu Peak step by step.

(End of this chapter)