Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 918 Sun Yu Xihe
Donghuang and Dijun can restrain Dongwang Palace and Xiwangmu. Nuwa's creation and the destruction of the Styx restrain each other.

There are endless innate spiritual treasures like this, and each spiritual treasure represents a great way. Each great way restrains, supports, connects and restricts each other.

You can't pick out which is the strongest.

Even the Donghuang Bell has a magical treasure that can restrain it in principle.

So how can we avoid being controlled? There is only one way.

Broad and extensive!

The ways he follows and the techniques he practices are so broad that they complement each other, and so profound that others cannot reach them.

In just a moment, Chang Xi seemed to have figured out something, and looked at Murong Ji with shining eyes.

At the same time, before Chang Xi took action, Murong Ji slightly turned the Tianwen Sword in his hand.

The Dao and the Law on the sword were instantly reshaped. His principles and legal principles all came from the order of his heart. To put it bluntly, it was still the power of the "heart".

The acquired great way is originally empty and is artificially constructed. Its foundation lies in the human heart. If one wants to eliminate Murong Ji's swordsmanship, one must grind away his heart.

The sword flashed and passed through the night sky like a stream of light.

In an instant, the surrounding moonlight dissipated, and Murong Ji pointed a sword at Chang Xi's neck, breathing heavily.

"Senior Chang Xi, you lose."

Chang Xi didn't say anything. His eyes fell on Murong Ji. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, with a half-smile on his face. No one knew what he was thinking.

Murong Ji's gaze fell on the top-grade innate spiritual treasure in her palm, and he looked at it in some surprise.

I have never heard Fuxi talk about this magic weapon, and it seems that it has never appeared in the ancient times.

The effect is just like that of the dragon-tiger jade ruyi, which can control the yin and yang energies. No, to be more precise, it can control the sunlight and moonlight.

If the Golden Spirit Mother was stronger, the effect of the Dragon-Tiger Jade Ruyi would be as ferocious as this.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled and looked back again. Dayi and Chang'e had already returned to the Hou Tu Wu Tribe, and then they put away their swords.

Looking at Chang Xi quietly.

At this time, Chang Xi once again regained her fairy-like appearance, looking at Murong Ji, not knowing what she was thinking, or... what she was planning.

"Senior, you are not going to plot against me!"

Chang Xi rolled his eyes, not wanting to pay attention to Murong Ji. He turned to look at the Hou Tu tribe. His eyes instantly became fierce. With a wave of his hand, countless streams of moonlight were drawn out from the Hou Tu tribe.

Murong Ji's face was solemn. That was the moonlight that resided in Chang'e's body, and it was also one of Changxi's origins.

Needless to say, Chang'e was abandoned.

Then, Chang Xi turned to look at Murong Ji and asked softly: "Can you refine your own essence? Just like Emperor Jun Donghuang, refine your essence with the true fire of the sun."

"Small problem." Murong Ji flipped his hand, and the Pure Karma Sword Lotus appeared in the palm of his hand.

Chang Xi nodded slightly, controlling countless streams of moonlight and sinking them into the Pure Karma Sword Lotus.

After the Pure Karma Sword Lotus was refined, the moonlight flew back to Changxi's hands. Countless moonlights were extremely orderly, and the refining process took half an hour.

When all the moonlight returned to Changxi's hands, she nodded with satisfaction. She murmured, "You are indeed good! We are destined to meet again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Xi flew up directly, just like a mural that Murong Ji had seen in later generations, flying into the sky.

It was not until Chang Xi's figure disappeared that Murong Ji frowned and retracted his gaze. To be honest, Murong Ji did not think too thoroughly about what path Chang Xi and her sister had taken, but he had some guesses.

He opened his eyes, swept his gaze over the Houtu tribe, and fell on Chang'e.

At this moment, she was just a congenital sacred being with a stronger body. She had no cultivation or origin at all. She was like a mortal, powerless as a chicken.

Of course, it is impossible for her to be that weak, but she is indeed a little weak among the witch clan.

"I don't know if it can withstand Dayi's torture."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. The tribulation of the two had just begun. Whether Dayi could survive this tribulation depended on his own ability.

When I returned to Fengqi Mountain, I saw a person sitting on the steps in front of Yuqing Palace, Hou Tu.

"You came back so soon. I thought you were going to fight her in bed!"

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, as if he was a stud. He pulled Hou Tu up and led her around Yuqing Palace and walked towards the palace at the back.

As soon as he entered the room, Murong Ji directly hugged Hou Tu's waist, pushed her down, and pressed her on the bed.

"Ah! What are you doing!"

"You're right. If you don't come, I'll chase her to the Moon Palace! She's so pure and sexy, so tempting."

"Bah! Shameless!" Hou Tu rolled her eyes and let Murong Ji do what he wanted. After taking off her clothes, she snuggled into Murong Ji's arms.

Murong Ji put his arms around Hou Tu's waist and pulled her into his arms. There was a tacit understanding between the two of them.

Murong Ji stayed awake all night, and only fell asleep for a while when it was just dawn.

When I woke up, Hou Tu was no longer around. I simply washed up. Even when I walked into the main hall, in the Yuqing Hall, countless disciples had already started their daily work.

Murong Ji did not disturb him. He tidied up the furnace and made sure that it was smelting Zhou Shan's power of heaven and earth. His eyes fell on the Fulong Ding in the furnace again.

Although the Fulong Ding seemed to have not changed much, in fact, the incomparably powerful force of heaven and earth continued to gather together and continuously consolidate the quality of the Fulong Ding.

Murong Ji then walked out of Yuqing Palace with his hands behind his back. Standing at the entrance of Yuqing Palace and looking down, he saw that the square had been half built.

These days, we have been busy mobilizing the earth veins, and among the seven peaks of Qingyun, we have already created the Dazhu Peak.

Looking further ahead, he saw the situation in the Hou Tu tribe.

Murong Ji just glanced at it a few times and ignored it. Then his eyes suddenly became stern and he looked up at the sky, at the sun above his head.

For some reason, Murong Ji felt that there was something spying on him.

The feeling was fleeting, but it was definitely not an illusion. He slowly exhaled, turned around and returned to Yuqing Palace.

Hou Tu did not stay here for too long, as she still had her own path to ponder.

As she was about to become a saint, Hou Tu didn't have much time to waste. She finally found some time to be intimate with Murong Ji, and after the joy, she hurried into seclusion.

Murong Ji continued to preside over the affairs in Yuqing Palace and train his disciples.

Several months passed quickly.

Murong Ji sat cross-legged in front of the furnace, pushing the power of heaven and earth in the entire Zhoushan Mountain to flow rapidly. The power of heaven and earth in the entire Zhoushan Mountain was condensed by Murong Ji.

The flow of heaven and earth forms a big cycle, and there is even a hint of growth.

This power is not much worse than that of a saint, but after all, there is still some gap compared to a saint.

Strictly speaking, it should be the first level below the saints.

Even so, Murong Ji was still a little surprised. But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was very reasonable. After all, it was the pillar supporting the heaven and earth, so it couldn't be too weak.

But Murong Ji felt that it was not strong enough and should be at the saint level.

Zhou Mountain is no different from other mountains. It is the pillar of heaven and earth.

But now, Zhoushan's power of heaven and earth has only reached the current level of Hou Tu. Murong Ji rubbed his forehead and thought, "Could it be because Zhoushan gave birth to Nuwa and Fuxi?"

Strictly speaking, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were also born from Mount Zhou.

The current Zhoushan is definitely much more terrifying than the silent and dead Zhoushan in the past.

A trace of opportunity can annihilate and suppress many Taoist magics. But it is still not enough. At this level, it is no wonder that it was broken by Gonggong.

With the strength of a quasi-saint at the peak, it would be strange if it didn't break if he fought to the death.

Murong Ji slowly opened his eyes and looked into the furnace. The Fulong Ding, which had been smelted countless times, did not become a treasure of merit. What a pity.

The patterns on the Fulong Ding gradually became clearer and more vivid, as if they were alive.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and casually immersed a few patterns of instruments into the furnace, leaving them on the tripod. The spiritual charm was gradually eliminated.

Magical weapons can communicate with spirits, and spiritual weapons even more so. If there is no restriction, after the Fulong Ding is born with intelligence, relying on the power of heaven and earth in Zhou Shan, its foundation and fortune will not be bad.

There are many innate spiritual treasures that have transformed into human forms, the most typical of which is the Taoist Master Ran Deng.

If it was an ordinary magic weapon that had gained spirituality, it would be fine to help him and it would also be a helper.

But this Fulong Ding is different. It carries the destiny of the human race and must not have intelligence. Otherwise, it will become a hindrance to the human race in the future.

"Master, there is a guest outside who wants to see you."

Murong Ji was stunned and turned his head in surprise. He saw a woman standing outside the Yuqing Palace, wearing a crown and robes that shone with golden light.

On the crown was embroidered a huge golden sun, and on the chest was a fiery red jade disk. Even from such a distance, Murong Ji felt that the jade disk was dazzling.

She has a pretty and lively face, and she must have been a lively and smart person back then. Her eyes subconsciously exude tenderness, her long hair flutters in the wind, and her figure is dignified and elegant, showing her gentleness to the fullest.

Murong Ji's gaze fell on her wrists that were clasped in front of her belly, where there were also two marriage lines, one of which connected directly to the sky.

The other one is in his own hand.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled, suppressed the emotions in his heart, looked through the woman's body, and looked directly at her origin. After just one glance, he immediately closed his eyes.

She couldn't help but frown slightly. Her origin was a little strange. It was very similar to the origins of Di Jun, Dong Huang and others, but also somewhat different.

For a moment, no one could tell what was strange. Murong Ji waved his hand and the door of Yuqing Palace opened directly.

"Fellow Taoist, please!"

Murong Ji pointed to the cushion beside him, then pulled over a coffee table and started warming the tea.

Some disciples came forward to help, but Murong Ji waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

The woman walked in slowly, tugged at her crown and robes, and slowly sat down.

(End of this chapter)