Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 912: Underhanded tactics
Suddenly, he felt a sense of relief, but at the same time, an inexplicable reluctance arose. Putting aside the emotions in his heart, Murong Ji looked up and met Hou Tu's somewhat confused eyes.

I don't know when, Hou Tu had walked to the door, and was staring blankly at the broken marriage thread on her wrist.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat again.

How could I forget about this? I should have left the marriage thread between Hou Tu and myself alone!

Before Hou Tu could speak, Murong Ji said, "A few marriage lines have appeared on my body for no apparent reason. It seems that Nuwa hasn't given up on making trouble yet, so I..."

"So you cut mine too?!"

"Surprisingly, do we still need to use the marriage line to confirm our relationship?!"

Hou Tu was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly felt that she was not herself anymore. Her character was completely different from before. She was like a resentful woman at this moment.

He sorted out his emotions, let out a breath, and then walked into the house.

Murong Ji followed Hou Tu and entered the house. He slowly hugged Hou Tu and when he saw that Hou Tu did not refuse, he became more aggressive.

After the joy, both of them felt completely relaxed physically and mentally.

Hou Tu's state at the moment was not right. She was about to become a saint, but was held back by her own emotions. The contradictory feeling made her feel a little overwhelmed.

Murong Ji gently played with the scenery on Hou Tu's chest, and suddenly thought, would it be better for Hou Tu if he and she were separated for a while? !

After a long pause, I remembered that I still had things to do.

He took a look at the sky outside and saw that it had become completely dark, so he got up and put on his clothes.

"where did you go?!"

"Those Golden Crows need to be dealt with. If we don't make good use of them, it would be a shame for them to come out here."

Hou Tu said nothing and watched Murong Ji leave in silence.

Walking into the yard, Murong Ji looked up at the moon in the sky. At this time, Di Jun must have discovered that his son had sneaked out and caused trouble, right?

Unfortunately, he was slow at every step. Murong Ji's figure flashed and a streak of light chased towards the west.

Going further west is the direction of Zhoushan, the base of the Wu clan.

For several days, Murong Ji flew in the air with his sword, heading towards the Wu Clan's base. Along the way, the traces of the ten golden crows were very obvious.

Murong Ji looked down and saw that the ground below was cracked. It was a drought. A large amount of water vapor dissipated and a large number of lives died.

These little things had already accomplished various feats without Murong Ji having to do anything.

As the prince of the demon clan, he slaughtered all living beings in the world. Even if it was unintentional, releasing the true fire of the sun at will is a sin!

If this news gets out, it will be another blow to Di Jun.

In fact, there is no need to spread it. When the situation has come to this, many consequences are natural.

A few days later, Murong Ji finally found these ten golden crows in a mountain stream.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. Looking at the expressions of the ten golden crows, they seemed to realize that they had caused a big disaster. At this moment, they were waiting here for Di Jun and others to send someone to pick them up.

However, there was no way to retreat now. Murong Ji thought about it, then quietly disappeared and headed towards the Witch Clan’s base.

Directly leak the locations of those Golden Crows.

Soon, three great wizards came with countless people and surrounded the valley.

A battle was about to break out. Relying on the true fire of the sun, the ten golden crows escaped from the hands of the three great wizards in a miserable state.

Murong Ji stood on a distant hill, looking at the scene here, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Awesome, this is the strength that the Golden Crow should have. Di Jun and Dong Huang were restrained by me?? Are they actually very powerful?!"

For a moment, Murong Ji was a little confused, and he casually gathered a large amount of the sun's true fire on his palm. The temperature of the flame was indeed not low, but it was still not enough for him.

It could burn him, but it couldn't kill him.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji flew his sword to catch up with the ten golden crows, thinking about how to capture one quietly.

After following them for a few days, Murong Ji saw them fall into another valley quietly, and then he had an idea.
This time, the Golden Crows were much more sensible and knew how to restrain their own flames to hide their bodies.

The Golden Crow that had lost its temper looked very ugly. Its whole body was no longer golden, but pitch black. It was not as beautiful as a crow.

There were no hibiscus trees for them to live in, so they could only fall into the valley and find a rock to sleep on.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, went directly underground, approached them quietly, and picked one that was relatively far away from them.

Then, he suddenly dragged the Golden Crow underground, and pinched his head as he looked at him in surprise.

He eroded his consciousness into his mind, changed his consciousness and cognition with both hands, and quickly dragged him out of the ground.

"Xiao Qi! What have you been doing?"

"Nothing... I'm just going to see if there's somewhere more comfortable."

"Don't look for it anymore. I've already looked around. This place is not like home. Just make do with it."

"I know bro."

On the top of a distant mountain, Murong Ji watched the ten golden crows slowly fall asleep. Countless calamities had already settled on them, just waiting for the day when they would erupt. He could not help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and for a moment there was a smile on his face.

The next morning, the ten golden crows flew in another direction, which was the residence of the Witch Clan.

Originally, he wanted to go over it and go up to the heavenly palace above Zhou Mountain to look for Emperor Jun.

"Brother, look at the witches below! They are all looking at us with that kind of eyes."

The eldest prince looked down with a serious expression. It was not until then that he realized that something was wrong and they seemed to have gotten into a big disaster.

The feeling of impending disaster was extremely obvious, and my heart was filled with panic. I should have been by my parents' side at this time.

"It's strange that they can see us normally, after all..."

Before he finished speaking, a golden crow suddenly said, "The Wu Clan and we have always been at odds. If we go and kill them, it will also relieve our father's worries. Who knows, we may even gain some military merit."

As he spoke, he rushed rapidly towards the sky above the Witch Clan below.

"Little Seven!"

Ignoring the voice behind him, he had already arrived above the Witch Clan’s residence and began to release the Sun’s True Fire indiscriminately.

In an instant, countless roofs were set on fire, and the temperature of haystacks and firewood piles gradually rose everywhere in the mountains, and finally turned into a sea of ​​fire.

After one Golden Crow took action, the other Golden Crows could no longer hold back and rushed towards the Witch Clan below.

In the following days, with Murong Ji's secret intervention, the eight ancestral lands of the Witch Clan were massacred, and for some reason, it went somewhat smoothly.

The ancestor witch who guarded the witch clan didn't know what was going on, but no one came out to stop it. Only the great witch took action against these golden crows.

However, they were only driven away from the witch tribe’s residence.

Murong Ji's face looked a little solemn. These ten Golden Crows were indeed not worth the Ancestral Witch's attention. He then guided the ten Golden Crows in another direction.

A large amount of true fire from the sun burned and killed various ethnic groups that depended on the witch clan for survival. The calamity energy rose again, and countless grievances merged into the heaven and earth.

Murong Ji looked at the calamity energy lingering around his body, which seemed to be endless and growing stronger.

With a casual inhalation, the calamity energy is absorbed into the body, guiding it to become one's own source.

Not long after, he looked down again and the calamity aura on his body reappeared immediately. Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, but he didn't care.

He was prepared for this outcome.

Murong Ji led the ten golden crows to slaughter the tribes in various places in the prehistoric world, especially those that were stronger.

Anyone who can pose a threat to the human race in the future will be massacred.

Several months passed, and Murong Ji deliberately avoided the teams of demons who came to search for people. He brought ten golden crows and slaughtered almost all the tribes that could pose a threat to the human race.

These ethnic groups are not like humans, who have large populations and it is more difficult for them to reproduce.

Of course it is not that it is difficult to have a child, but it is extremely difficult to give birth to a descendant with good qualifications.

In this regard, it is actually very difficult for humans to have offspring, but the human population base is huge.

Most of them are ordinary people who don't even have the qualifications to practice. It's a blessing to be able to pick one person who can practice among ten thousand people.

The human race is weak and can only rely on its huge base to narrow the gap.

Murong Ji exhaled a breath, but his heart was extremely calm. Many tribes even died at Murong Ji's own hands.

He personally controlled the killer under the Golden Crow named Xiao Qi.

So what? There is no right or wrong, good or evil. There is only the standpoint of the tribe, just like when he slaughtered the group of white apes at the foot of Mount Hua.

It has nothing to do with right or wrong, it’s just because it threatens the status of the human race, that’s all.

Villains are hateful, but for a tribe, they are indispensable. In a life-and-death struggle, trying their best to gain every advantage, there is no such thing as good or evil, right or wrong.

Murong Ji stood at the top of the mountain, looking at the ten golden crows resting in front of him. The deep evil aura and calamity energy were so thick that he couldn't see their appearance clearly.

If they can still survive after being dyed from blond to black, they will be considered very blessed.

He looked down at his body, the evil spirit and calamity were still so strong that they could not dissipate. He then swallowed them into his stomach in one gulp, completely transforming them into his own foundation and origin.

Sure enough, the aura of calamity instantly surrounded Murong Ji's body.

He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. If he killed too many lives, he would suffer backlash. He deserved it.

But there is no way, some things have to be done. Facing such a powerful enemy as the demon clan and such a huge base, no one can do anything.

After the demon clan overthrew the heaven, the demon clan was burdened with karma. Even so, they still had the energy to retreat to other places and establish their own regimes.

That’s not all. There are countless places in the prehistoric world where powerful monsters reside, and there are even more kings who occupy the land.

No matter which ethnic group was facing such a powerful destiny and situation, it would be difficult.

The dragon, phoenix and other three tribes were not necessarily half as powerful as the demon tribe in their heyday.

(End of this chapter)