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Chapter 1128: Compensating for the Human Race’s Losses

After her cultivation level broke through, Murong Ji thought of finding a reason to send her to Qingyun Mountain.

After decades of peace, chaos broke out again in the world, with uprisings breaking out everywhere. It was time to reach the critical juncture that Murong was very familiar with.

The Jingkang Rebellion.

This time, Murong Ji was standing at a different height and looked at the problem differently, but he was too lazy to pay attention.

He returned to Qingyun Mountain and devoted himself to his practice.

Gradually, he realized that something was not right. Murong Ji recalled where the weirdness that happened on Mount Sumeru came from.

He looked through the news collected from various places at Qingyun Mountain one by one, and placed the objections to these news on the desk.

After a closer look, I realized that the demons brought by Wutan had taken root and sprouted in the prehistoric land, and they were indeed no different from other ethnic groups.

He was a little stunned for a moment, but when he came to his senses, Murong Ji's mind moved slightly. Hongjun Daozu was not a very generous person, and sometimes he was a little petty.

If he was really that magnanimous, the demons should have appeared in the ancient land long ago.

Why did it take until now for something to happen?

Then, Murong Ji's face darkened, "Is there something wrong with that old guy?!"

Once the thought came out, he could no longer suppress it. Murong Ji felt more and more that Wuji's appearance was a test of Hongjun by the Demon Ancestor Luohou.

The return of Demon Ancestor Rāhu must mean that there is something wrong with the cultivation of Taoist Ancestor Hongjun.

If something goes wrong with Hongjun Daozu, many things will become troublesome.

For example, those who were suppressed by Hongjun Daozu were people of the same era as him.

Demon Ancestor Luo Hou! There should also be a Yangmei Immortal, for example, there is also a Qiankun Taoist, etc.
Moreover, these people are not easy to deal with. Once they come back, it will be very troublesome. The current situation will be broken.

By then, there will be one disaster after another.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji stood up, paced back and forth, thought for a while, walked out of Yuqing Palace, and flew towards Tianwaitian on his sword.

After reaching Zixiao Palace and landing, I saw this vast island in the sky being constantly swept by the aura of chaos.

Without Hongjun's Dao intention to preside over the formation, the formation pattern here could not resist the erosion of the chaotic aura at all.

Just from this one glance, it was clear that there was really something wrong with Hongjun Daozu.

Murong Ji frowned, put his hands behind his back, walked towards the gate of Zixiao Palace, and pushed it with all his strength.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

A sound of grinding teeth was heard, and the entire Zixiao Palace was opened. At first glance, it was dead silent.

This kind of dead silence, with the murderous aura of a place that has been uninhabited for years, makes one's backs chill.

The entire Zixiao Palace was extremely empty. Murong Ji's brows became gloomy as he walked inside the palace, although it was not full of dust.

But he felt as if the ground was covered with dust.

I walked into the Zixiao Palace and saw a figure sitting cross-legged under the big word "Tao".

The figure was lifeless and dull.

Murong Ji sighed, took a few steps forward, bowed, and slowly said: "Disciple Ren Jiang, I pay my respects to Daozu."

After waiting for a long time without any response, Murong Ji slowly raised his eyes and said again: "Daozu!"

The rumbling sound echoed throughout the inner hall, but there was still no response. There was no rhythm, no law, and even no vitality.

Once creatures like them die, their Dao rhyme will hardly dissipate. Creatures are creatures, and the Dao is the Dao.

As long as the great way does not fall, you can live forever.

If there is an opportunity, he can revive with his own great path and will not die completely.

When one reaches the Golden Immortal stage, one can do this and become a saint, but one is just pinning oneself on the Great Dao.

It is one step further than the Daluo Jinxian, and it just has one more guarantee than the Daluo Jinxian.

Murong Ji walked forward a few steps, then stopped. Still seeing no response from Hongjun, he couldn't help but frown.

Then, with a flip of his hand, the Zhu Xian Sword appeared in his hand.

The current Zhu Xian Sword is created after Murong Ji melted the Four Zhu Xian Swords and integrated them into the sword. It is also a chaotic spiritual treasure that has gathered a large amount of chaotic Taoist spiritual light.

The effect is extraordinary, and it is also one of the guarantees that he dares to go to Zixiao Palace.

Now, Murong Ji also admits that this Zhu Xian Sword is Pangu Axe.

The body of the Zhu Xian sword turned slightly, Murong Ji raised the sword and stepped forward, approaching Hongjun step by step. He waited for a long time, but there was no response.

Then, he slowly turned to the left and looked at Daozu's condition and appearance from the side. There was nothing unusual.

He walked forward step by step, came right in front of Daozu, looked at his face, but there was still nothing unusual.

Daoist Patriarch Hongjun seemed to be asleep, or he seemed to be contemplating the truth with his eyes closed.

Murong Ji frowned and sensed carefully, but he really couldn't sense any life at all, let alone Dao Yun.

He really couldn't understand it. In this state, apart from the demise of the Great Dao, he couldn't think of any other state.

Hongjun is dead? Completely dead?
Bullshit!

He was unable to completely kill the Taoist Zhunti even with the Zhuxian Sword. Taoist Ancestor Hongjun was the one with the highest cultivation among them.

How could he die so easily?

But...what is the reason for the current situation?
Murong Ji frowned, puzzled, and had only one thought in his mind.

Countless kalpas!

What exactly is the infinite kalpa?
Murong Ji really couldn't figure it out. If it were in the past, he would have thought it was a disaster worse than Conferred the Gods, Lich King, Long Han, etc.

The worst would be the destruction of the entire prehistoric world. Murong Ji's preparations were made to deal with this situation.

Now it seems that this infinite calamity is not what Murong Ji thought.

Murong Ji was just about to step forward and carefully check Daozu's current condition. After taking a few steps, suddenly, alarm bells rang in his heart.

In an instant, Murong Ji's face changed drastically and he retreated quickly for dozens of meters before he landed on the ground and became more stable.

"Zheng!"

There was a clear sound in Murong Ji's mind, and the Vajra bracelet on his soul suddenly blossomed.

Reappeared on Murong Ji's wrist.

The diamond bracelet was burning hot and vibrating slightly with an inexplicable rhythm, as if it was shaking something back.

Murong Ji was stunned, frowned, and looked around, but found nothing.

For a moment, he felt helpless. He looked at the diamond bracelet on his wrist. It was still hot, reminding him all the time that it was very dangerous here.

Vajra Bracelet, since Murong Ji entered the prehistoric world, he has rarely used it.

Even the few times he took action were only to save his life when his skills were low.

Or just hide his origins so that others can't find out.

But when he took action now, he directly used up 10% of Murong Ji's true energy and magical power.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji opened his eyes and looked around, only to find that there was not a trace of Taoism in the entire Zixiao Palace.

It is extremely clean. Beside Hongjun Daozu, it is not without the rhythm of the Dao, but it is extremely simple.

A road slowly wrapped around Hongjun Daozu.

This kind of Tao rhythm seems to transcend the heavenly net of the Great Dao. It is extremely free and light.

Murong Ji sensed it carefully, and it was like a single net line pulled out from a fishing net, constantly fluttering in the air.

The entire avenue is like a woven net, interconnected, interacting and influencing each other.

For example, time and space, time and space often influence and transform each other.

For example, life and death, yin and yang, and so on.

Many avenues are connected together to form the avenue skynet.

However, Hongjun now gave him the feeling of a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

A road that is not bound or restricted by other roads. It can go anywhere and do anything.

Detached! !
Apart from the great way of transcendence, Murong Ji could not think of any other paths and concepts of cultivation.

However, Murong Ji felt that something was not right. Daozu Hongjun's current state did not seem to be beyond the Great Dao.

If it were so simple, there would be no need for Pangu to create the world!

Murong Ji slowly walked out of the inner hall of Zixiao Palace, and stopped halfway through.

Turning his head, his eyes fell on the huge word "Tao" in front of Hongjun Daozu.

After thinking for a while, he carefully moved forward, went around to the bottom of the word "Tao", and directly peeled off the word.

When he arrived at the front hall of Zixiao Palace, he carefully examined the word "Tao".

This word "Tao" contains the rhythm of the great way and is definitely a treasure.

This smooth writing style is probably written by Hongjun Daozu himself. Needless to say, a lot of effort was spent on it.

The writing of the demonic language is similar to the innate Taoist patterns, so it was probably written before the birth of the human race.

Calculating the time, it is estimated to be several eons or more.

After such a long period of brewing and infection, it has absorbed a lot of Taoist rhyme and heavenly laws from Hongjun Daozu. If it is to comprehend the heavenly way, it will be of great help.

Murong Ji took a quick glance and saw that the word "Fu" was about a hundred meters long and more than forty meters wide.

The scrolls on the upper and lower sides were taken from an unknown innate spiritual treasure.

"Good stuff, really good stuff!"

Without saying anything more, he put it directly into the Qiankun Qingguang Ring. Just as he was about to leave, Murong Ji paused again.

"It's all here..."

He turned around, glanced at the entire Zixiao Palace, and curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

Soon, his eyes fell on the diamond bracelet on his left hand. This thing is an old friend and has always been his confidence.

It was not until now, in this state, that Murong Ji saw through some of its roots.

Chaos Spirit Treasure, or something higher than Chaos Spirit Treasure, but I don’t know to what level.

With this thing, you can resist the threat of Dao Zu's Dao rhyme and do a lot of things.

With a slight smile, Murong Ji began to search the entire Zixiao Palace, taking away everything he could.

If you can't take it away, you have to find a way to take it away.

Not to mention that the Zixiao Palace was torn into pieces, in short, a lot of innate spiritual treasures were collected.

Even among the acquired spiritual treasures, he found fifty, sixty, or seventy of them.

"The accumulation of Daozu is indeed rich, much stronger than the Wahuang Palace!"

This time, we can make up for many of the losses suffered by the human race.

(End of this chapter)