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Chapter 1129: Zixiao Palace preaches again

He walked back to the inner hall of Hongjun Daozu and his eyes fell on the cushion under him, which he was sitting on at this moment.

He didn't know what difficulties Daozu Hongjun had encountered, and whether he was trying to transcend the Great Dao?
However, Murong Ji didn't care about those things. His attention was only on the cushion under him. He touched his chin and thought carefully.

“It seems that we can take it away.”

Murong Ji activated the Vajra Bracelet and stepped forward cautiously to suppress the extremely active avenue and guard against the invasion of the Dao rhyme.

The cushion under the Taoist master was slowly pulled away bit by bit.

The moment it was pulled out, Murong Ji flew backwards to the door of the inner hall at a very fast speed. After observing carefully and finding no surprises, he noticed that the Vajra Bracelet was burning hot all over.

Even with his cultivation level at the third level of Taiqing, it was still difficult to control and it was scorching hot.

In such a short period of time, 60% of his true energy and magical power were consumed.

Murong Ji's brows sank again and again. The Taoist rhyme that kept emanating from Hongjun was too monotonous, and other great ways could not have any influence on it.

It is extremely dangerous. If an ordinary saint gets close to it without any means to protect himself, he will be submerged by the rhythm of Tao in a flash, and the Tao will disappear and he will fall into disaster.

Murong Ji took a deep breath and was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly stopped and turned back and said, "I don't know if you can hear me."

"But I can tell you for sure that you are on the wrong path! This method will not lead to transcendence."

"The method of beheading the three corpses is a tricky method, but how can there be a tricky method for the future of the great road?"

“If it is really that simple to extract one’s own avenue from the other avenues, then Pangu the Great God would have already become a Chaos God.”

After he finished speaking, Murong Ji turned around and left, directly out of the Zixiao Palace, to prevent the chaotic aura from eroding the Zixiao Palace.

Murong Ji also set up several formations on his own to circulate and transform the chaotic aura to nourish the Zixiao Palace.

After designing the formation, Murong Ji flew directly into the chaos and headed towards the prehistoric world.

When one’s cultivation reaches his level, the most difficult thing is not how to transcend, but how to transcend?

No one knows what it feels like or what it will be like after transcendence. We can only grope forward little by little.

No one knows whether there is a way to the shore or an endless abyss ahead.

You can only guess, try and rely on luck.

Murong Ji has been modifying the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Taoism all along, dividing the great Dao in his cognition into three levels: Yuqing, Shangqing and Taiqing.

It is precisely because of this that by incorporating what you know into this framework and improving it one by one, you will have comprehensive considerations and ideas.

Without this framework, one would have no idea what was missing from one step of practice as one groped forward step by step.

In the end, one has to start practicing again, which not only wastes time but also causes one's own abnormality and terror.

Murong Ji came back to his senses and looked back in the direction of Zixiao Palace.

In the chaos, there is a sea of ​​color and darkness, it is truly a colorful black, with no concept of time and space at all.

The Zixiao Palace had long been out of sight, just like the path of spiritual practice, vast and hopeless.

The path to immortality is vast and has always been like this. He can deeply understand this.

His current realm has reached the ninth level of Taiqing, and he needs to explore and plan the future path again.

Murong Ji's brows were slightly gloomy, and he was heavy-hearted. Hongjun's current state would be his future outcome, and he felt helpless.

Entering the prehistoric world, the endless colorful mountains, rivers, land and all living things really made Murong Ji feel a little more relaxed.

This trip to the chaos lasted about a hundred years. When Murong Ji returned to Qingyun Mountain, he directly hung the word "Tao" in the center of Yuqing Hall.

It may be beneficial to meditate on it every day.

All the spiritual treasures collected in Zixiao Palace were rushed into the human race's treasury, and were rewarded to many of his disciples, immortal kings, and saints according to their merits.

It will disperse sooner or later. When Daozu comes to his senses, he can't just go back with a flattering face.

As the Northern Song Dynasty turned into the Southern Song Dynasty, the situation was chaotic and changeable, and Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to it.

At this time, other ethnic groups came to challenge the dignity of the human race, and the war broke out again.

The great changes in the prehistoric world gave confidence to many ethnic groups.

In particular, the world at this time is more suitable for other ethnic groups to practice, and the human race has lost its advantage.

Those tribes have a sudden increase in masters, accumulating strength. The number of masters of the human race has dropped sharply. If we don’t fight now, when will we fight?

This battle lasted another hundred years. Many war gods from Huoyun Cave appeared, and many gods and generals from Heaven also took part.

It took nearly two hundred years to finally quell the turmoil.

During these two hundred years, countless geniuses and heroes have been born among the human race, just like batch after batch of leeks, constantly rising up and continuing to emerge.

It makes many ethnic groups feel disgusted and terrified. Human life is short and it is difficult to educate.

But advantages are advantages. A huge ethnic group and talented people who are free of charge can be mass-produced in every era.

This makes many ethnic groups feel helpless and angry.

As time went on, they gave up the idea of ​​competing with humans for the dominant position in the world. They could defeat them, but they could not consume their resources.

After several wars, there was no result. The fighting gradually weakened and no other ethnic group challenged the dignity of the human race.

Instead, the human race charged forward, killing many ethnic groups and suppressing the momentum.

The situation gradually stabilized. Unconsciously, during this century of war, countless people were killed, a large amount of evil spirits gathered, and the resentment of all living beings surged.

The catastrophe has begun again. This time, the catastrophe is not small, but it is a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism.

Murong Ji sat in the Yuqing Palace and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, looking at the letter in his hand with some surprise.

The person who would be robbed this time was someone he had not expected.

Bai Suzhen!
Murong Ji thought about it carefully, and when the disaster came, it would be nothing more than a fight between the Buddhist and Taoist sects headed by the two of them.

Bai Suzhen is just a trigger, but the root of this problem lies in the thousands of years of accumulated resentment between Buddhism and Taoism, and even some cause and effect in Western religions.

Murong Ji couldn't be sure for a moment how the catastrophe would develop. However, for now, the most likely ones were Buddhism and Taoism.

Murong Ji no longer paid any attention to it and concentrated on suppressing the entire prehistoric world.

These matters were left to his two disciples to handle.

Bai Suzhen's identity and background are closely related to Murong Ji. She was born in Qingcheng Mountain and was introduced to the world by Murong Ji.

A true Taoist disciple.

However, because he violated the laws of heaven and had an affair with a mortal and gave birth to a child, he was unforgivable.

Murong Ji used to treat these things as storybooks, but now that he has to deal with such things himself, he feels a little annoyed.

When I was a mortal, I didn’t understand why immortals and mortals could not communicate with each other.

Now that I have become an immortal, I understand the harm that immortals have done to the entire human race.

The subtle demonic aura emanating from Bai Suzhen is enough to dispel the immortal spirit of a righteous practitioner.

It will also subtly cause the lower classes of people to suffer from many diseases and disasters.

Their fate is shallow, their blessings are not great, and they are not blessed enough to enjoy it.

For example, just one drop of Murong Ji's blood can poison everyone in a city, not because Murong Ji's poison is so strong.

But this drop of blood represents immeasurable blessings, but these humans are too weak to enjoy it.

If this drop of blood fell into the hands of a Daluo Jinxian, it would be different.

Too much is as bad as too little, and too much tonic can also be too toxic.

Murong Ji pondered for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what was wrong with Hongjun Daozu. All his guesses were overturned one by one.

But after pondering it for a hundred years, it is time to share this news with the other saints. One person's plan is short, two people's plan is long.

Now that we have all reached the point of detachment, we might as well discuss it together.

After waiting for a long time, these saints were all silent, as if they were all pondering the state of Hongjun Daozu.

Then, Murong Ji added: "The Dao rhyme of the Taoist master can hurt people. When you go to see it, be careful. If you are in trouble, don't blame me."

The sound of the great way was circulated among each other, and Murong Ji ignored their choice.

Focus on regulating the order of the world.

When watching the great catastrophe on earth again, the Buddhist and Taoist sects were almost blood-thirsty, and even many heavenly soldiers and generals were involved.

Murong Ji frowned, but had no intention of stopping.

Bai Suzhen was in a great calamity, suffering and in danger of her life. This was against the rules of heaven, but in Murong Ji's opinion, Fahai was right this time.

Not long after that, his own son was robbed, and Murong Ji felt that things were getting serious.

I was speechless again. Isn't that destroying the Heavenly Law myself?

Murong Ji was so angry that he wanted to slap these rebellious sons to death, but he sighed helplessly and ignored them and let them be.

As time passed, the changes in the prehistoric world became more and more dramatic, expanding outward by millions of miles every day, and the prehistoric land was constantly being reborn.

The Jiutian Xirang in the center of the earth absorbed the spiritual energy and evil spirit from the operation of the Dutian Shensha Array, and continued to grow wildly.

Instead, countless essences of Wu Earth were born, and all these things were collected by Hou Tu.

What about other innate spiritual objects? Murong Ji didn't know, and he didn't have the ability to collect all of them.

You can only rely on resources and opportunities. If you encounter it, you encounter it. If you don’t, that’s fate.

Suddenly, the heaven and earth shook violently. Murong Ji frowned slightly, and carefully suppressed the shaking avenue to regulate the order of heaven and earth.

When I looked at it again, I felt that something was different. This time, the great road of heaven and earth seemed to be falling apart.

It's like there is a net, and suddenly some things are pulled out of it. The net becomes loose and feels like it will collapse at any time.

Murong Ji frowned, but he used acquired means to make up for the great way of heaven and earth.

When they went to investigate the cause again, they discovered that the source of this power came from the Zixiao Palace.

Many great powers in the ancient times naturally noticed something was wrong and were shocked, but they all flew towards the Zixiao Palace.

As if he had received some guidance.

Murong Ji also had that feeling, and couldn't help but frowned, but he felt that this feeling was definitely not a good thing.

This feeling came for no reason, it was just a subconscious awakening in my heart that going to Zixiao Palace was definitely not a good thing.

(End of this chapter)