Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 914: The Frightened Moon
Then he warned: "You should be careful these days and don't let others plot against you for nothing."

"Forget it, let Kuafu take over your duty of guarding Chentang Pass. The Wu Clan has also encountered some problems. You should rest well in the Wu Clan and deal with the Wu Clan's affairs during these days."

"Remember to pay attention to strangers, don't be unable to walk when you see a woman!"

"I obey my orders."

Murong Ji waved his hand, signaling Dayi to go back.

Dayi bowed to Murong Ji, then turned around and returned to the Wu tribe not far away.

"Dayi shot down the sun, and that was it?" Murong Ji sighed softly, "I didn't think it was that spectacular."

He took a look at the corpses of the Golden Crow in his hand, and didn't know which one they were. But it didn't matter. They were a family and had to be together.

Then he looked at the human race, thinking in his heart that if the human race wanted to become a big race, then the path of cultivation must be unobstructed. Classes could exist, but the path to promotion could not be blocked.

Therefore, the development of the sect is the most suitable, with the inheritance from master to disciple, and almost every generation is a blood transfusion.

The inheritance of aristocratic families, no matter how they are passed down, is still the bloodline of those families.

“There’s still a long way to go!”

Murong Ji came back to his senses and turned to look at Zhou Shan. This place was not far from Fengqi Mountain, and he suddenly wanted to go back and take a look.

He put the Golden Crow's corpse into the Qiankun Qingguang Ring, and then flew towards Zhou Shan on his sword.

Soon they reached Fengqi Mountain and walked around the mountain. They could still see some traces of human activities in the past, but over the years many places had already fallen into decline.

There are weeds everywhere and even traces of wild animal activities.

When we walked into the original station, we found that it was occupied by a group of wolves.

After coming to his senses, he walked towards the top of the mountain step by step. The top of the mountain was empty, with only a large open space left.

Originally it was the location of the Empress Wa Palace, but now that the Empress Wa Palace has moved to Tianwai Tian, ​​only an empty lot is left here.

Murong Ji sighed. This was a good place. It was located on the hillside of Zhou Mountain, where Yuanfeng had lived in the past. It was also the place where Nuwa and Fuxi were born.

It is also one of the nodes where the power of the entire Zhoushan world operates.

Murong Ji suddenly wanted to build a palace here, as a place for human masters to be stationed, or for him to live in.

"Or, just treat this place as Qingyun Mountain!" If you think about it carefully, it's actually a good idea.

Murong Ji released tens of thousands of Ruhuas and used them to collect wood to build the palace. It took him a month and a half to build this huge Yuqing Palace.

The subsequent Qingyun Mountain facilities need to be built bit by bit.

Murong Ji stood in front of the palace and looked around. He saw that the surrounding mountains had a tendency to gather and surround. With a little bit of trimming, they could create the layout of Qingyun Mountain.

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, the next step is to smelt the power of heaven and earth on Zhoushan. Then use Fulong Ding to entrust the power of heaven and earth on Zhoushan to restrain Donghuang Taiyi's Donghuang Bell.

Murong Ji had no idea how powerful the Zhoutian Xingdou Array was, but he estimated that it was not much weaker than that of a saint.

Otherwise, why would Emperor Jun and Emperor Donghuang ignore Nuwa so much?

When he came to his senses, it was already late at night. Murong Ji looked up and saw that twelve moons had appeared in the sky without him noticing.

The moon is different from the sun. The moonlight is gentle and spiritual, but it is actually a kind of evil spirit.

This kind of moonlight can promote the cultivation and transformation of the demon races in the world.

The twelve moons are madly throwing moonlight onto the primitive land. In addition to repairing the primitive land, it can also activate the earth veins everywhere.

This way of clearing the earth veins is much faster than the manual clearing by Murong Ji and others.

Murong Ji stood in front of the palace, exhaled slowly, and smiled slightly, "Is this the demon race trying to make up for the sins committed by the Ten Golden Crows? Unfortunately, it's a little late."

How could Murong Ji let them succeed? He madly swallowed a mouthful of moonlight and then exhaled the foul air. This mouthful of moonlight was purer than any he had practiced for several years.

“It’s really a good thing!”

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. Di Jun and Dong Huang were indeed powerful. If it was really as they wished, they could gradually slow down the calamity between the wizards and the liches and find a balance between the two races.

Who knows, when the brothers Di Jun and Dong Huang become saints, this world will truly be theirs.

Looking at the twelve moons gathered together, they seemed to be each other's afterimages, and also seemed to be on guard against each other.

You push me, I push you, and we snuggle up to each other. When it comes to the wild land, we are both nervous and curious, just like shy little girls, afraid of meeting bad guys, but curious about what the bad guys look like.

That kind of vigilance was probably caused by the death of nine brothers.

Murong Ji suddenly remembered a story, a frightened bird.

Then he smiled, with a wicked smile on his face. He flipped his hand and a bow without a bowstring appeared. He picked up a string at random and pulled it directly onto the bow.

"Don't blame me. If you had restored the great land and Emperor Jun's prestige, your nine brothers would not have died in vain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji shot his bow into the sky.

With a "clang" sound, the twelve moons panicked in an instant, pushing each other frantically and hiding in the clouds.

In the panic, one of them was squeezed away and fell near Zhoushan, and his trace disappeared.

"It's over! It's over! My little sister was shot down!"

"What should I do, sister!"

"Go back, go back quickly!" "Where's my little sister?"

"Yeah, what should I do with my eighth sister..."

"Ask mother and grandma to look for it..."

……

Murong Ji looked at the moon in the sky with some amusement as it disappeared into the clouds. He seemed really frightened.

"interesting."

The wounds on this earth have never healed, and the calamity on Lu Ya's body will never dissipate. He has committed many sins. If he does not die, where is justice?

Murong didn't care whether there was justice or not. He looked at the moons in the sky that were shivering in the clouds, wondering whether he should shoot another bow.

After thinking about it, I decided to give up. They are just a bunch of young girls who are ignorant of the world.

Unlike those ten golden crows, this naughty and adorable girl is always hard to harm.

Murong Ji put his hands behind his back, turned around and walked into the Yuqing Palace. At this time, Fengqi Mountain did not suit Murong Ji's taste.

It would be best if the terrain for setting up the Zhuxian Sword Formation was like the lotus-embracing pattern on Qingyun Mountain.

However, controlling the entire Zhoushan land veins is not an easy task. The pressure of Zhoushan is too great. Even Houtu, the mother of the earth, cannot control the landform and change the land veins.

The most important thing now is to refine all the power of the Zhoushan heaven and earth, and transform the Fulong Ding into a treasure of virtue to deal with the Donghuang Bell.

"According to the time, the Donghuang Bell should have been completely eroded by the golden dawn."

Three days later, Suiren came to Fengqi Mountain to report the situation of the human race. Only then did Murong Ji learn that Xuandu had been called back by Taiqing Laozi.

Murong Ji didn't say much, just nodded to show that he understood.

Then he asked Suiren to arrange some people to come over, and he taught them how to practice in his spare time.

Time flies, and nearly a year has passed. During this year, there has been no war between the two races of wizards and liches. However, the whereabouts of Di Jun and Dong Huang have not been hidden.

They... are refining the Witch-Slaying Sword.

Murong Ji sighed. He didn't expect that such a thing really existed.

One night a few days later, Murong Ji sat cross-legged in front of the furnace, smelting the power of heaven and earth. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked at the Pure Karma Sword Lotus in the furnace.

He turned his head slightly and looked outside the door of Yuqing Palace, and felt that there was a stranger coming.

"Moon God Changxi, I am here uninvited, please forgive me."

Murong Ji's brows darkened. Chang Xi! He was not unfamiliar with this name. Suddenly, his heart beat a few times. He looked down and saw the marriage line appearing on his wrist.

The thread of fate leads straight out of the hall.

Murong Ji's face turned dark instantly. It was Nuwa's fault again!
He finally understood that Nuwa was bored and had always been treating him as a joke, especially for Houtu. He wanted to disgust her as much as possible.

[What kind of hatred is there between the two? ! ]

With a wave of his hand, the door of Yuqing Palace opened instantly, but Murong Ji was sitting cross-legged in front of the furnace without getting up.

"Senior, please come in."

Not long after, a gentle woman flew in the air and slowly floated in.

Murong Ji looked up and saw Chang Xi's silver hair, tied up in a bun behind his head. His silver pupils contained moonlight patterns.

The left foot is ringing with a silver bell, and the right foot is surrounded by silver threads.

Dressed in white with gold and silver patterns, just one glance at her satisfied all of Murong Ji's fantasies about fairies.

A mysterious and noble temperament, as if the Moon Goddess should be like this.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows, feeling that someone was playing with his heartstrings and desires. At this moment, he wanted to beat up Nuwa for causing so much trouble!

Murong Ji waved his hand, and a cushion appeared beside him. He then extended his hand and gestured, "Senior, please take a seat."

Chang Xi was stunned, but did not hesitate. His pair of white feet slowly landed on the cushion. His body floated and slowly fell down, imitating Murong Ji's sitting cross-legged.

Murong Ji was not idle either. With a wave of his hand, a tea table appeared between the two of them. On the table, there was warm tea.

Murong Ji picked up a cup casually, placed it in front of Chang Xi, and poured her a cup of tea.

"I wonder what advice you have for me, Senior."

Chang Xi gently picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then put it down again, "I came to disturb you for something."

"Ten months ago, one of my daughters fell into Zhou Mountain. I would like to ask you to help me find her."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. He understood why Chang Xi came to find him, because the area below Zhou Mountain was the territory of the Wu Clan, and the two clans had been at odds for a long time.

Naturally, they would not give face to Chang Xi, the Heavenly Concubine. If they knew about it, they would capture the little moon that fell into Zhou Mountain and use it to give birth to a child...

Murong Ji's eyebrows jumped violently, and suddenly he had some guesses, and then asked: "Senior's daughter is called Heng'e?"

"Fellow Daoist, you have really seen her." Chang Xi's expression was indifferent, as if that was not her daughter, but an irrelevant person.

(End of this chapter)