Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 1133 Hollow Willow
However, he did not leave the Zixiao Palace, and his eyes were always on the island.

After a while, the endless gloomy aura slowly gathered and turned into a figure standing in front of the Zixiao Palace.

From this perspective, the figure was completely dark, as if murderous aura was embodied, and it was indeed different.

It is close to chaos, but it is a state of chaos differentiation.

The figures gathered together, like a knight with a black cloak behind him.

The dark shadow slowly lowered the black hat on his head, looked in the direction Murong Ji left, and then slowly dissipated.

Murong Ji disappeared in the chaotic aura, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised. If he didn't understand the Demon Ancestor Luohou, he would definitely suffer a loss.

Now, Murong Ji has figured it out a little more clearly.

Strictly speaking, Luohou is still an innate divine being, but his existence is somewhat different from other innate divine beings in the prehistoric world.

It was a state somewhat similar to the Sea of ​​Blood and the River of the Underworld. Otherwise, Hongjun would not have spent so much effort to suppress Luohou.

Just based on the calamity of him transforming into a prehistoric monk, one can see how difficult it is to deal with.

Murong Ji thought in his heart that Hongjun himself might not be able to completely wipe out Luohou from the prehistoric world.

Turning back to the prehistoric world, Murong Ji slightly curled the corners of his mouth and had some thoughts in his mind.

Once we understand the true nature of Luohu, he may not be so invincible after all.

Murong Ji thought about it carefully and couldn't help but admire that the magic tricks that Feng Xi in the fox demon world had figured out were indeed powerful.

A myriad of sorrows and love come together.

However, he uses emotions to adjust his own state, which can perfectly fit in with anyone's path. If he uses other means to compete with them, it is not a bad idea.

He used this trick, but failed to defeat the Blood Sea and the Styx because of the difference in their cultivation levels.

Now, if they were to compete on equal terms, Murong Ji was confident that he would not lose to Luohou.

After sinking into the fetal membrane of heaven and earth and completely returning to the primitive world, Murong Ji sent a message to all the saints, asking them to be careful.

Shortly thereafter, Murong Ji began to notify all forces and prepare for war.

The demon clan is, after all, a race of living creatures in this vast land, and Murong Ji is not as petty as the Taoist Hongjun.

They are still allowed to survive in the primitive world.

On the contrary, it provides an additional way for all living beings in the ancient world to evolve.

After handing over all matters to his disciples, Murong Ji's gaze fell on the Zhoutian Saint again.

When I thought about it carefully at this time, I realized that something was not right. The Buddha Tathagata must have been tampered with by someone.

That's why Wu Tian was born, but it's not clear when this happened.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, and for a moment he felt that there were problems with all the saints. However, Murong Ji still needed to verify it himself.

Having come up with an idea, he didn't stay any longer and went straight to the Great Leiyin Temple in the West.

He flew over Leiyin Temple on a sword, opened his Cang Eye, and looked at Tathagata Buddha, examining him closely.

"Fellow Daoist Ren Jiang, since you are here at Mount Xumi, why don't you come inside and take a seat?"

"No!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji also saw through Tathagata's background. All kinds of golden light were flowing on his body. It was the nine-zhang golden body of the Buddha Dharma.

The strongest is yet it combines both hardness and softness.

After confirming there was no problem, Murong Ji turned around and left, flying towards Tianwaitian.

Murong Ji went to every saint and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure there were no problems.

How strong is Rahu?
Murong Ji was unable to explain for a moment. He had no idea what condition Hongjun was in at the moment, nor could he figure out to what extent Luohou had recovered.

He has no time and energy to pay attention to the affairs of the human world and the fairy world, so he can only leave these matters to his disciples.

Murong Ji began to investigate a series of things concerning Luohou.

Now, if Luohou really had the strength of Hongjun, it would be really troublesome.

Furthermore, outside of the prehistoric world, are there other things? For example, the resurrected Taoist Qiankun, or the Immortal Yangmei?

What is their attitude? These are all very important.

All the panic came from the lack of firepower. Murong Ji's current strength was unable to reach their level, and he felt a little unsure.

But more often than not, they are eager to fight, "know yourself and know your enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger."

Murong Ji, however, tried his best to understand these people who lived in the same era as Hongjun.

Time passed little by little, and the entire ancient world was extremely quiet, so quiet that Murong Ji's heart sank to the bottom.

But there is no other way.

As soon as he got up in the morning, Murong Ji glanced at Hou Tu who was sleeping beside him, covered her with a quilt, and then got up and put on his clothes.

Suddenly, silver streaks of light entered my ears.

"I met Senior Yang Mei."

The voice belonged to Zhunti Taoist, but Murong Ji's brows became more and more gloomy, and his hands, which were putting on clothes, paused for a moment.

Then, he put on his clothes silently.

"what happened?"

Murong Ji turned around and saw that Hou Tu had woken up, so he replied calmly: "I'll go to the sky to take a look."

"People from the same era as Daozu are alive..." Houtu suddenly came to her senses. They were all the direct descendants of Daozu Hongjun.

Murong Ji was well prepared for the appearance of these veteran innate sacred beings, but he was unable to predict how powerful they were.

Anyone who can fight with Hongjun in the same era is far superior to ordinary people in terms of opportunities and luck.

If his means were inferior, he would have died in that fight long ago and become nourishment and food for others.

Those who stayed behind were all top masters among the first batch of innate saints.

Even Hongjun couldn't do anything to them, and Murong Ji didn't believe that they, the saints, could do anything to these people.

Murong Ji glanced at Hou Tu and patted her chest lightly, causing the wolf to roll over.

"Don't worry. We are no weaker than those people now. If we really fight, we may not lose to them."

After leaving the hall, Murong Ji left a message for his two disciples and flew directly towards Tianwaitian.

After seeing the Taoist Master Zhunti.

Murong Ji was shocked. This guy was beaten by Taoist Yang Mei until he was covered in blood and was seriously injured and dying.

If he had not experienced the hardships in the human world and made great progress in his cultivation, he might have died at his previous level.

If you die in this chaos, there is an 80% chance that your origin will be assimilated by the chaos, which means complete death.

It is unknown how long it will take to return to the holy position after entering the world to practice. It is already very difficult to keep one's own path and retain the holy position.

The two looked at each other in silence. Finally, the Taoist Zhunti bowed to Murong Ji and said, "Amitabha! Thank you for your help, Taoist Jiang."

Murong Ji nodded and warned: "After you go back, be careful of Daozu Hongjun and Demonzu Luohou."

"I know!" Zhunti Taoist put his hands together. Murong Ji had already greeted them a long time ago.

Murong Ji said no more and watched the Taoist Zhunti leave.

The figure of the Taoist Zhunti staggered a little, and a lot of blood flowed down. The golden blood was quickly assimilated by the chaotic aura.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Murong Ji opened his eyes and took a thorough look at the whole body of Zhunti Taoist.

From the meridians to the soul, Murong Ji checked every part. Only after making sure that there were no accidents did he feel relieved.

In fact, the two fighters from the West are also extremely powerful. The Taoist Zhunti at that time directly broke the Qingping Sword of Tongtian Sect Master with one blow.

However, combat effectiveness also depends on who you are competing with.

Murong Ji took over the position of Zhunti Taoist and guarded the gate of the prehistoric world. After the initial verification, it was quite interesting.

After a while, it actually gets pretty boring.

Normally, nothing happens here, but if something really happens, it is basically fatal.

For example, there was an endless stream of Taoist light coming from not far away.

Murong Ji flipped his hand and directly refined all the Taoist spiritual light and incorporated it into the Zhu Xian Sword.

Then he gave some of the profits to the Qiankun Mirror.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji raised his head and discovered a large amount of chaotic Taoist spiritual light slowly floating over.

He was a little confused for a moment. Whatever he wanted would come to him?

But if you think about it carefully, you will know that things are not that simple. These things are deliberately manipulated by someone.

It seemed as if he was testing Murong Ji's ability and background.

Murong Ji couldn't help but laugh out loud. He also wanted to try out how powerful these first batch of innate sacred beings were.

Since someone had brought this opportunity to him, Murong Ji did not hesitate and melted it all into the Zhu Xian Sword and the Qiankun Realm.

He pushed the Zhu Xian Sword to a mid-grade Chaos Spirit Treasure before he stopped.

When the man saw that this chaotic Taoist spiritual light had no effect on Murong, he stopped immediately.

Not long after, a black shadow slowly emerged from the chaotic atmosphere.

The shadow was quite huge, comparable to the entire prehistoric world.

In fact, there is no shadow in the chaos. This shadow is an illusion given to Murong Jue by some unknown means.

Murong Ji opened his eyes and saw a dry branch hidden in the confused and chaotic atmosphere.

As the shadow gradually approached, Murong Ji realized that it was not a pair of dry branches, but a bunch of dried corpses.

Each corpse looked hideous, as if they had been tortured before death, or had seen some scary scene.

The corpses were either roaring, terrified, fierce, etc., almost a collection of many expressions.

Soon, Murong Ji saw the full appearance of the shadow.

It was a vigorous ancient tree, with innate spiritual roots of the highest grade, a hollow willow!
Murong Ji was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that this legendary innate spiritual root would look so ugly!

At first glance, the endless dead bodies hanging on the branches slowly floated along with the poplar and willow branches, just like flowers blooming on the trees.

After the flowers fall, fruits are born.

Look closely, there is a corpse on the tree.

Murong Ji's expression gradually became gloomy. Almost every one of them was at the saint level, and each of them looked strange.

Obviously, most of these corpses are from among the three thousand demons back then.

Somehow their bodies and roots fell into the hands of Taoist Yangmei.

(End of this chapter)