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Chapter 910: Hou Tu Cannot Be Controlled
The three maids saw that it was Murong Ji and saluted hastily: "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Murong Ji waved his hand, picked up the Tai Chi diagram tiredly, stopped talking, and signaled the three maids to lead the way and light lanterns for illumination.

Murong Ji followed behind him and wiped the sweat from his face. The feeling of torture still surfaced in his heart, making Murong Ji subconsciously afraid.

Sexual power! What is sexual power? It means that after experiencing all kinds of things in the world, you can still maintain your original self, and those experiences are sexual power.

The practice of sexual energy is like cutting flesh with a blunt knife. Only you know how painful the wound is. Once a mark is left, it is difficult to remove.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled and calmed down his emotions. People who practice cultivation emphasize cutting off emotions and love and follow the path of ruthlessness.

Once she falls in love, she would feel sorry for herself, but if two people truly love each other, the warmth and tenderness of the past will not turn into beautiful memories.

On the contrary, because of longing, the beautiful memories will turn into knives, stabbing into the heart.

He said that Taiqing Laozi was not easy to deal with. Before he knew it, he had been tricked and his true identity had been discovered. [From now on, he will have to play his cards openly...]

Shouyang Mountain, Bajing Palace.

Taiqing Laozi sighed and murmured, "It's just a failure at the last moment, that's all."

Then he was a little confused again, frowned slightly and thought deeply, and then he understood it in an instant, "Reincarnation? It's really magical, the real Hou Tu? No... It should be your design... Fellow Daoist Jiang."

Looking up at the stove in front of him, there were three figures in the stove. One was Yunxiao, the second was a woman in palace dress, and the last one... was Lu Xueqi...

Taiqing Laozi waved his hand casually, the figure disappeared, and what appeared again was a person's soul.

Lu Dongbin... no, he should be called Dong Wanggong.

Taiqing Laozi looked at the soul in front of him and was somewhat dissatisfied. He killed Dong Wanggong's soul and reorganized it.

When he appeared again, he was a Taoist swordsman with the appearance of a weak scholar...Lü Dongbin.

Taiqing Laozi nodded in satisfaction. The Eight Scenery Palace Lanterns beside him gradually became brighter, and the Burning Sky Purple Fire melted the soul...

"You, go and reincarnate."

Beyond the sky, there is the Queen Wa Palace.

Nuwa lay on the couch bored, her snake tail swinging unconsciously in the air and twisting into various patterns unconsciously.

"Gone?! Gone just like that?!!" Nuwa's snake tail suddenly stopped, and the aura around her changed instantly, becoming somewhat depressing and violent.

Nuwa took out a mirror from the bed and turned it upside down again and again.

"Taiqing! What the hell are you doing! You can't even control such a small thing?!"

"Back when I was in Zixiao Palace, I thought you were weak, and it turned out to be true! You were manipulated by a little thing that's not even a Daluo Jinxian!"

Nuwa irritably threw the mirror on the couch, rubbed her temples, and tried hard to suppress her anger.

Then his expression gradually became solemn, and a trace of worry flashed between his brows.

Murong Ji has not yet chosen his own path.

He has a great opportunity. No matter whether he follows the easy way or the wonderful way, his future achievements will definitely not be low.

The trouble is, the other Miao Dao master has already become a saint, so Murong Ji’s only choice is Yi Dao.

[But, what should I do, brother? ! ! ]

"Little bastard! Don't make things difficult for me. I don't like to make choices. If you compete with my elder brother for the right, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Thinking about it carefully, Nuwa's heart began to beat with fear again. The formation diagram that Murong Ji showed that day was enough to demonstrate his achievements in the Yi Dao.

Many things have been accomplished from the three aspects of heaven, earth and man, and I don’t know how far ahead of Fuxi he is.

"Brother! Brother! Come on, why are you hanging around with those two roast chickens instead of fixing your old thing?"

Nuwa's face became more and more gloomy, and she was a little anxious. Her tail was swinging around unconsciously again, and she really couldn't think of any solution.

She raised her eyebrows and flipped her hand. A red hydrangea the size of a basketball appeared in Nuwa's hand.

Countless dense lines spread out on the hydrangea, connecting in all directions, while the other part seemed to pass through the long river of time and space, chaotic and disorganized.

Nuwa pushed the thread ends aside in annoyance, then picked up one of the ownerless red threads, pondered it carefully for a while, and then pointed her finger into the void.

The endless red line continued to spread, and no one knew where it was going.

Then, he picked up the mirror beside him, and suddenly various faces appeared on the mirror, all of them were women.

Among these innately sacred women, Nuwa picked and chose, and selected all those that she liked, and suddenly she was stunned.

"Yo huh?! Surprise!"

"Don't blame me for being cruel. As long as you don't interfere with my elder brother's enlightenment, I won't attack you! Look how good I am to you. I will let you taste any beauty."

"I treat you better than Di Jun treats his stupid sons? You should thank me!"

Nuwa was looking for someone while mumbling to herself.

In the corner of Nuwa Palace, two palace maids looked at each other. They were not surprised by Nuwa's appearance.

On the other side, they didn't send the maids away until they arrived in front of Murong Ji's yard.

Murong Ji let out a long breath. After being happy, all that was left was silence. Murong Ji returned to his original state.

When he walked into the yard, he did not see Hou Tu. He went back into the bedroom with his hands behind his back, and saw Hou Tu sitting on a chair, quietly reading a book in her hand.

Murong Ji suddenly realized how long it had been since he last read a book.

Since I came into this world, I have been in an extremely unstable environment, and I have not felt settled until now.

Murong Ji sat beside Hou Tu, silent. He poured himself a cup of tea and just as he was about to drink it, he heard Hou Tu say, "You're back? I thought you weren't coming back tonight."

Murong Ji swallowed the tea and said, "Where should I go if I don't come back?"

"Snapped!"

Hou Tu threw the book directly on the table and said, "Go find your little lover! Didn't you accompany her for a whole day today?"

Murong Ji was stunned and looked at Hou Tu in surprise. He felt something was not right, but he didn't think there was anything wrong.

No matter how I think about it, I feel there is something wrong.

"What's wrong with you?"

Murong Ji tilted his head slightly to look at Hou Tu's expression. Seeing that she had no expression and was a little cold, he was unsure of what she was thinking for a moment.

Then, he reacted belatedly, and then, Murong Kong slapped him on the face and said, "No, you really fell in love with me?!"

"Whoever falls in love with you will flatter himself! You don't even know what you look like! I find you disgusting!"

Hou Tu retorted to Murong Ji, then sat there looking away sullenly, her whole face looking a little gloomy.

Murong Ji: "..."

He sighed, and then he felt that he should explain, "I met an old friend in Shouyang Mountain. We have been through life and death several times. We do have some friendship, but it's not what you think."

"What do you think!?!" Hou Tu scolded unhappily, and then pricked up her ears and listened carefully...

"When I met Saint Taiqing, he must have seen my foundation and wanted to place some backup and containment around me."

"The three Yunxiao sisters are his backup plan. How could I possibly jump into the trap when I knew it was a trap?"

Hou Tu glanced at Murong Ji coldly, but did not say anything else, and the atmosphere was no longer as cold as before.

Murong Ji felt somewhat helpless, then looked at Hou Tu with amusement as she was stuck there.

Hou Tu was proud and emotional, and suddenly turned into a jealous person. Now that her emotions have subsided, she can't find a way out and continues to suffer.

A pair of eyes kept looking at Murong Ji, sometimes gritting teeth, sometimes secretly hating him.

Murong Ji ignored her and got up to wash up. When he came back, he grabbed Hou Tu's wrist and dragged her to the bed without caring whether she was willing or not.

In the past, Hou Tu was always half-hearted and had never resisted like this. Murong Ji tried to appease her, but to no avail.

She felt a little melancholy for a moment and was thinking of ways to calm her down when suddenly, Hou Tu escaped without her noticing.

Murong Ji felt helpless: a New Year's pig, a frightened donkey, an angry girlfriend, and a fish that had come ashore.

It was impossible to hold her down by force, so Murong Ji held her forcefully. After a lot of effort, he finally got Hou Tu under him. After much persuasion, he finally succeeded.

Finally I calmed down and could sleep peacefully.

The next morning.

When Murong Ji was putting on his clothes, he glanced around him. The strong aura of evil and disaster was almost unsuppressible.

The fact that the evil could accumulate to this extent in such a short period of time shows how powerful the killing caused by those ten little creatures is.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. He was still a little surprised by their efficiency.

Or maybe the two saints from the West were powerful enough. They said they were going to plot against the demon clan and they actually took action themselves. If they didn't take action, it would have been fine, but once they did, they directly pierced Di Jun's lungs.

He, an outsider, was affected by this, which shows to what extent the luck of the demon race has been eroded. The most crucial thing is that neither Di Jun nor Dong Huang have discovered the problem.

"It seems that they are not the only ones who took action!"

Murong Ji glanced at the Tai Chi diagram placed next to him and sneered. Until now, Xuan Du has not come to ask for this treasure.

It can be seen that Taiqing Laozi is not a good person either.

Murong Ji was willing to be his gun this time, but he was unhappy because he was plotted against by him.

"How's your training going?!"

Hou Tu, who was helping Murong Ji tidy up his clothes, was stunned and was speechless for a moment when she looked at Murong Ji.

Murong Ji sighed softly and hugged Hou Tu, "Don't worry, that step is always taken inadvertently. The Three Corpses and the Gathering Immortals Banner have similarities, you can refer to them more."

Murong knew very well that as long as Hou Tu was willing, she could become a true saint right away.

(End of this chapter)