Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1131 Demon Ancestor Returns
Yao Chi's eyes suddenly brightened up, and he suddenly said, "Brother Jiang! Run away!"

Then, his expression became dull and he stood there in a daze, not saying a word.

Murong Ji's brows were tense. He had his own abilities and means to deal with the crisis, but now he wanted to figure out what was going on.

If the preaching in Zixiao Palace this time was really like the previous one, there shouldn't be so many people coming.

What's more, given Hongjun Daozu's personality, he will definitely select the personnel.

Nowadays, a huge number of cultivators are flying towards Zixiao Palace. I’m afraid they are here to be used as nutrients.

I just don’t know what expressions those innate divine beings and great powers would have when they see Haotian and Yaochi like this.

Murong Ji frowned, and his pale eyes kept scanning the surroundings, but he saw nothing.

His eyes fell on Haotian and Yaochi, but he could not see any sign of life.

Murong Ji thought about it carefully, and then directly explored the sea of ​​consciousness in their heads. If there was still nothing here, he was afraid that the two of them were really dead.

Sure enough, some discoveries were made.

There were still some spots remaining in the sea of ​​consciousness, and Haotian had used some means to preserve a trace of his true spirit.

With this trace of true spirit, there is still hope of returning in the future.

Then, Murong Ji wanted to take out Haotian's true spirit, but for some reason, the true spirit was attached to his body and could not come out.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, looked carefully, but found nothing unusual.

Then, he stripped off Haotian's imperial crown, revealing Haotian's smooth body. At first glance, his heart sank.

On Haotian's body, beneath the skin, there are countless fine lines, which look like capillaries.

Haotian's entire skin turned blue, and it looked like something was moving under his skin.

Murong Ji frowned, then slashed with his sword, severing the thing under his skin and the connection with Haotian.

In an instant, Haotian's soul escaped from his eyebrows and turned into Haotian's appearance.

[Thank you, Senior Brother Jiang! Please save my junior sister...]

Murong Ji casually captured Haotian's soul and his gaze fell on Yao Chi again.

Without any hesitation, he took off her clothes, and a beautiful body as smooth as jade appeared in Murong Ji's eyes.

Queen Mother Yao Chi, although she is the mother of several children, her body is still as tender as that of a young girl.

Murong Ji took a look and couldn't help but have a bit of evil thoughts, but then he quickly suppressed the thoughts. The lust potion was really powerful...

Looking closely, under the skin of Queen Mother Yao Chi, a large amount of black stuff was eroding the foundation of Yao Chi.

I don’t know what means Yao Chi used to retain most of the origin. However, the origin at this time was also corroded by the black matter and was full of holes.

Murong Ji squatted down, raised his sword finger, and a white lotus burned on the sword finger.

Then, Murong Ji pointed his finger at Yao Chi's forehead.

He directly tapped the lotus and injected it into Yao Chi's sea of ​​consciousness, helping her protect the last bit of her true spirit.

With his fingers, he moved downward along her brow bone, guiding the Pure Karma Sword Lotus to clear the Ren and Du meridians of the Queen Mother's Yao Chi.

It stroked across her nose, lips, chin, neck, and then to her chest, and with a light touch, another white lotus appeared.

Directly sank into the Qi Sea of ​​Queen Mother's Yaochi.

The fingers continue to move down to the lower abdomen, navel and then to the perineum. At this point, it becomes somewhat private.

Murong Ji clearly felt that Queen Mother Yao Chi's body temperature was rising and her skin was gradually turning pink.

I can't care about so many things at this moment. No matter what, saving my life is the most important thing.

It is not easy to practice the innate sacredness. It is better to preserve part of the origin if possible.

The Ren and Du meridians are cleared one by one, and the Pure Karma Sword Lotus, with the Ren and Du meridians as the basis, gradually radiates to all parts of the body and combs through them.

Finally, force the black substance into the dantian under the abdomen.

Murong Ji pointed fiercely below the navel of Queen Mother Yao Chi, and the endless pure sword lotus in her body seemed to have received guidance.

It instantly pounced on the mass of black matter and burned it up. The essence of the mass of black matter became the essence of the Queen Mother Yaochi.

Murong Ji looked at Yao Chi, his face gradually became red, he closed his eyes tightly, his breathing was sometimes long, sometimes rapid, but his brows were furrowed.

He casually picked up the palace dress and crown on the ground, threw it on her, and then put her directly into the Qiankun Qingguang Ring.

Coming back to his senses, his gaze fell on Haotian again. This body was completely useless and Haotian's doom was inevitable.

Murong Ji waved his hand casually, and the Pure Karma Sword Lotus fell on the corpse and slowly turned into ashes.

Calming down, I thought carefully about the black substance. It seemed a bit like chaotic aura, but not quite. I couldn't figure out what it was.

For a moment, with a gloomy brow, he walked towards the depths of Zixiao Palace.

When he walked into the main hall of Zixiao Palace, Murong Ji sank to the bottom.

Under the high platform in the main hall where the Taoist ancestor used to preach, there were more than a dozen quasi-saints sitting cross-legged, and these quasi-saints seemed to be on pilgrimage.

Listening quietly, it seemed as if someone was telling the great truth from the high platform above.

Murong Ji's eyebrows sank slightly, and he looked carefully. Under his pale eyes, at the place where Hongjun Daozu originally sat cross-legged, a virtual black figure gathered together at some point.

The rhythm of Tao slowly spread, as if it was really telling the great truth.

Murong Ji took a few steps forward and slowly landed on the first cushion on the left, carefully sensing the rhythm of Taoism, and then he heard an unfamiliar voice.

Talking about his great path and explaining his methods of cultivation.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised, and listened quietly. He didn't know how long it took before he could hear the complete rhythm of the Tao.

At this moment, I had some guesses in my mind. Who was this person in front of me? It was not difficult to guess.

He stood up and glanced at the quasi-saints below. Their conditions were no different from those of Yao Chi and Haotian.

They were all hollowed out.

Some of them he had seen before, some he had not. In short, Murong Ji ignored them and walked towards the inner hall of Zixiao Palace.

I hadn't taken two steps when suddenly, I heard the sound of the great Dao in my ears, "What do you think of my Dao?"

Murong Ji looked back slightly, and the figure seemed to be looking at him as well.

Murong Ji snorted coldly, "If you hadn't stolen my origin, it would be pretty good. In terms of broad-mindedness, you can't compare with Hongjun Daozu."

[Hahaha, the law of heaven and earth is really good! ! ]

Murong Ji no longer paid attention to it. This was not his true body. His true body must be with Daozu Hongjun. Otherwise, it would be too much of an underestimation of Hongjun.

Not long after, Murong Ji walked to the depths of the inner hall of Zixiao Palace and stood at the door looking at the body of Daozu, who was still sitting cross-legged there, motionless.

It was no different from the last time Murong Ji came, except that there were a few more auras in the hall.

That was the aura left behind when the other saints came to check. There were two of them, one from Haotian and the other from Yaochi.

Murong Ji had a blank expression on his face, as if he was not surprised. He walked forward slowly, getting closer to Daozu's body little by little.

In Murong Ji's eyes, the blue thread of the avenue slowly lingered around the Taoist master.

Suddenly, Murong Ji stopped and the feeling of danger appeared again. He took a closer look and his heart skipped a beat.

I don’t know when, but that black substance appeared all around Murong Ji.

Murong Ji followed the black substance and saw that it was spreading from the Taoist's chest.

【what is this? 】

Murong Ji's face became more and more gloomy. With a wave of his hand, countless pure lotus fires appeared and instantly ignited the black substances.

It was as if the void was burning, and within a few breaths, a huge fire broke out.

The more the flame burned, the more transparent it became, and large pieces of transparent substance fell down.

Murong Ji picked up some and looked at it carefully. This thing seemed to be pure Tao energy. He was not sure, so he put it directly into the bottle.

Not long after, the Pure Karma Sword Lotus gradually went out, and Murong Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At least, he still had a way to save his life.

At the same time, he collected all the transparent things and took a look at the bottle, which was only half full.

Coming to my senses, I looked up and saw a black thread slowly extending out from the pile of blue lines.

There was a difference from before, Murong Ji did not dare to act rashly, although he was not sure what it was.

But Murong Ji could be sure that these were two different and even opposite results of the great Dao.

The blue one belongs to Hongjun. I don’t know what method he used to separate the avenue from the many avenues.

I don’t know what the black one is.

Thinking of this, Murong Ji suddenly remembered something and frowned slightly.

Looking again, he saw the black line slowly extending and silently probing towards Murong Ji again.

For a moment, Murong Ji wanted to test it out. What kind of strength does this thing have?

It looks intimidating, but you’ll only know how it actually works after you try it!

Murong Ji slowly put down the Zhu Xian Sword that he had originally carried on his back, and when the black thread reached out, he slashed with the sword.

In an instant, the thread was cut in half and quickly retracted into Hongjun's body.

Murong Ji's brows darkened, and he used the Soul-Binding Technique to control the piece of black silk thread that he had cut off.

After taking a closer look, he suddenly laughed out loud: "Embroidered pillow!! Useless thing! With your mouse-like appearance, how can you defeat Hongjun Daozu?"

Murong Ji's voice rumbled throughout the inner hall of Zixiao Palace, but there was no response.

Murong Ji raised his lips slightly: "I forgot, I don't know whether I should call you Daozu or Mozu?"

Still no response, Murong Ji strode forward, but he did not dare to relax at all.

He walked to about three meters behind Hongjun, and suddenly, a black mist burst out from his body.

This black fog is almost invisible even without using eyes, but it makes people feel very dangerous.

(End of this chapter)