Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 932 On the eve of the war
Not long after, Di Jiang walked slowly over and stood in the deep pit. Seeing that his two younger brothers were still alive, he had a sullen face but said nothing.

Watching Murong Ji quietly deal with these two people.

Murong Ji let them go only when the two of them were breathing in less and out more.

They found a rack and hung the two men directly at the entrance of the Wu tribe, hanging them up for public display.

It was only then that Di Jiang looked at his two younger brothers hanging in front of him and asked, "These two bastards almost broke the Zhoushan Tianzhu?!"

Murong Ji nodded, and then a whip appeared in his hand, the Soul-Calling Whip!
This was originally the magical weapon of the Xiao family in the Fox Demon World. It was originally a torture instrument, but was later cultivated into a spirit and became the magical weapon of the Xiao family.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, stepped forward, and said, "Pah!"

A whip lashed out, causing the two to twitch. A layer of energy slowly emerged from their bodies, a light blue glow... This was the soul of the witch clan! The blue glow slowly gathered into a human form.

The Soul-Calling Whip, also known as the Truth Whip, directly targets the spirit and soul, and its power is unmatched.

The magic weapons and skills that were originally nothing special gave Murong Ji some ideas after being modified by Xiao Tianhao. Murong Ji then modified them further and they became what they are today.

Murong Ji was not sure whether the current Zhoushan would fall, but the original Zhoushan had indeed fallen.

What are the consequences after the Tianzhu falls?
The entire world seemed to have returned to the state it was before the saint was born. The original world was as high as it was after the pillar of heaven was broken.

Zhoushan is the hub of the energy channels of heaven and earth. Before a problem occurs, no matter how high your cultivation level is, it will be difficult to shake this land in the slightest.

After the pillar of heaven collapsed, someone just made a few changes and the earth split into various continents.

In other words, Gonggong's collision interrupted the path to sainthood for many people.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath and handed the whip to Di Jiang. Looking at his eager look, he knew that he had long wanted to beat up his two younger brothers.

Murong Ji said no more and turned to walk towards the place where Hou Tu was in seclusion. It would be better to tell her about this matter so that she could practice with peace of mind.

After returning to Yuqing Palace, Murong Ji always felt a sense of fear, and his heart did not calm down because he had stopped Zhurong and Gonggong from fighting.

Instead, I became more annoyed, and subconsciously felt that a disaster was about to happen.

Murong Ji stood up and paced back and forth in front of the furnace in the hall. This feeling had saved him many times and was always accurate.

But there has never been a time when he felt so flustered.

After a careful look, he found that there was no calamity energy surrounding his body, and there was no calamity energy remaining in any part of his body. All the calamity energy had been absorbed into his body and turned into his own origin.

"Why exactly?! Is Zhou Shan bound to fall?! Is this a foregone conclusion?!"

Murong Ji didn't think that the collapse of Zhou Mountain was a good thing, especially for the entire prehistoric world.

This not only has an impact on the heaven and earth, but also has a profound impact on all living beings in the prehistoric world.

If you think it is the calculation of Heaven and Hongjun, then it is completely impossible. Humanity still exists, Taiqing Laozi cannot be a dead person, and Nuwa will not remain silent.

The collapse of the Pillar of Heaven affects all aspects of the prehistoric world, and has the greatest impact on Hongjun Daozu, who is in harmony with the Way of Heaven.

He felt a little anxious and uneasy. Even after more than a year, this feeling had not subsided. This torment was always lingering in Murong Ji's heart.

Hou Tu was in seclusion and couldn't help Murong Ji relieve the negative emotions in his heart, so he could only trouble Chang Xi.

"You bastard! Are you done yet? I'm not going to do it anymore~" Chang Xi said coquettishly, and rough breathing sounds continued to be heard.

He collapsed on the bed, pulled the quilt over him and put it between himself and Murong Ji.

Murong Ji hugged her legs and wrapped them around his waist, continuing to hold Chang Xi down, a little manic, and continued to torture her.

It was not until late at night that it finally stopped. Chang Xi felt tired and fell into a deep sleep.

Murong Ji still couldn't sleep, that uneasy feeling still existed.

[Zhou Shan, are you really going to break it?!]

Things like constants are hard to say and explain. Strictly speaking, it is actually the largest capacity in the world. One world can support so many lives.

If it exceeds, disaster will come.

But now it seems that it is not the case. Is the collapse of the pillar of heaven a foregone conclusion? Just like the great calamity of the lich, it cannot be changed? Must it happen?

Murong Ji was a little confused for a moment. If Fuxi was around, he could explain it to him. Why did he have to suffer so much?

Now, Fuxi should be calculating how to make himself die for the demon clan in a reasonable way and eliminate the calamity and resentment in his body.

If you think about it carefully, who benefits the most from the collapse of the pillar of heaven?

Murong Ji turned over, hugged Chang Xi's waist, and feeling the softness in his arms, he couldn't help but get angry again. You know what, Chang Xi... is really interesting.

After turning around, Murong Ji slowly exhaled, feeling that the ones who suffered the most were Tiandao and Hongjun.

If we were to say who benefited the most, it would be Nuwa after she mended the sky. But Nuwa and Fuxi were born in Zhoushan, and their feelings for this place were more than deep, this place was their home.

Just like Kunlun Mountain is important to the Three Pure Ones, who dares to blow up Kunlun Mountain? It depends on whether the Three Pure Ones work together to destroy it.

Birth is a background and a blessing. As long as the mountains exist, the essence of the earth will continue to flow and can be used by them.

It seems that there is no beneficiary of the collapse of the Pillar of Heaven. If it is a coincidence, it is too much of a coincidence.

Murong Ji really couldn't figure it out, and he was too lazy to think about it. He had tortured himself for more than a year and no longer had the energy to think about it carefully.

By now, the Witch-Slaying Sword has been perfected, and the demon tribe is already gathering troops.

The Witch Clan did the same and began to call on the Witch Clan members from all over to gather together. Not long ago, Murong Ji also began to recruit human beings scattered throughout the prehistoric world.

All the cultivators of the human race came to participate in the war, as this war was related to the future status of the human race in the prehistoric land.

Although it has little to do with the human race, in comparison, it is not cost-effective to fight the demon race immediately after the catastrophe.

Cooperate with the witch clan. If there is a war in the future, it will be an internal matter of the human race and other people will not be able to interfere. It is not like now, when anyone can make a move during the witch-lich calamity.

Di Jun and Dong Huang included the innate sacredness into the scope of the demon clan, which involved too many things. If anyone wanted to share some merits or do something, they just had to say that they were from the demon clan.

There is a mix of good and bad people, and it is difficult to discern their purpose.

Murong Ji gently stroked Chang Xi's abdomen, slowly climbed up, covered her chest, and rubbed it gently, but he was thinking about other things in his heart.

If the collapse of the Pillar of Heaven was bound to happen, Murong Ji felt that he could still use some things to avoid it, or in other words, reduce the losses.

"Don't come..."

Chang Xi muttered to himself, as if in his sleep, "I can't stand it anymore..."

Murong Ji turned his head to look at her, and couldn't help but sneer. He put his arms around her waist, pulled her into his arms again, and pressed against her back.

The lust in his heart was making him want to do it again, but seeing her expression, he suppressed his desire. Chang Xi did not have the physical fitness of Hou Tu, and could not stand the torture...

The next morning.

As soon as Murong Ji walked into the Yuqing Palace, a disciple handed him a letter.

Murong Ji was a little stunned for a moment. During this period of time, people who could send messages using silk cloth were not ordinary people.

I took a look at the envelope and saw that it was made of brocade silk, and its yellow and white color looked like a memorial.

Murong Ji was somewhat familiar with the handwriting on it, it was the handwriting of Fuxi. He opened it and saw only a few words: The ten thousand years have passed.

Murong Ji nodded slightly, a little stunned for a moment, unable to figure out what this meant.

Looking at the large empty space on the rolled cloth, the corner of his mouth twitched, "Can't you write a few more words? The ten thousand year period has passed, and today I, Xiao Yan, am going to crush the Wu Clan?!"

I have only been born for a few years and have not made any agreement with Fuxi, so this can only be a major event in the ancient times.

I couldn’t think of what it was for a moment. The time I came into this world was a bit awkward, and I didn’t know a lot of things.

But someone knew that Murong Ji turned around and walked into the back hall with the letter.

When she entered the room, Chang Xi had just gotten up and was sitting in front of the dressing table washing up. Murong Ji placed the envelope in front of her and asked, "What does this ten thousand year period mean? Or is there any other reason?"

Chang Xi rolled his eyes, "When the Taoist Ancestor passed down the sage's method, the dispute between the witch tribe and the monster tribe was already very intense."

"In order to stabilize the prehistoric world, Daozu made a ten-thousand-year agreement with the Wu Clan and the Demon Clan. No disputes are allowed within ten thousand years. If ten thousand years have passed and the conflict has not been resolved, no matter how many conquests they have, they will no longer intervene."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows, then thought of the myths and legends, and there seemed to be such a thing, so he said no more.

The message Fuxi conveyed was very clear. The demon clan has already gained most of the advantages and is just waiting for the time to come to launch a war.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows. Currently, both races were preparing for war. Although the experts mobilized by the human race were not very strong, their impact on the war situation was not great...

This battlefield seems to be very crucial. Murong Ji thought about it carefully and decided that it would be better to seize the initiative and train the various tribes of the human race at the same time.

In the year that followed, a large number of human masters gradually returned to the human ancestral land.

To say they are masters is actually an exaggeration. Most of them are Taiyi Xuanxian, and there are only a few who are Taiyi Jinxian.

They were all the earliest people of the human race, and the one with the highest cultivation level was the third ancestors of the human race who had gained good fortune and merit.

After returning to Fengqi Mountain and reorganizing the base, the large human army settled down here.

Standing in front of Yuqing Palace, Murong Ji took a glance and saw that Fengqi Mountain had been transformed for the most part, and the ground veins of Xiaozhu Peak had been cleared.

(End of this chapter)