Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 943: Tunnel Dispute Gradually Emerges
These things actually do not need to be discussed. The human race and the witch race have had decades of experience living together, and now it is just a matter of continuing.

Without saying anything more, Murong Ji stood up and walked towards the door, "Remember to come to the palace hall tomorrow to govern. If there is anything, we can discuss it together."

Just as he reached the door, Xuan Ming behind him suddenly asked, "Will Hou Tu be your queen?"

Murong Ji was stunned and a little surprised. He had never thought about this question. It was not that he didn't want to have a queen, but Hou Tu simply looked down on her.

What level is the queen of the Human King? What level is she if she is truly a saint?

The two are not comparable. Although after he becomes a saint, his position as the queen is not low, there is a difference between the two.

"Yes, my queen, who else could it be?"

Xuan Ming's face turned pale instantly, "Then...will I also become your princess?! You won't force me, right?!"

There was a strange expression on Murong Ji's face. He turned his head and pulled the corners of his mouth. It was the first time for him to be disliked by someone. It really didn't feel good.

"That's really not necessary! Just be a good human king."

After leaving the Wu Clan's residence, Murong Ji secretly exhaled a foul breath, "I don't know which bastard decided my fate, is he crazy?!"

He could understand the relationship between a supreme ruler and a queen. After all, one is yin and the other is yang, one is clear and the other is turbid.

But what's the matter with the four concubines? ! Besides dividing power and luck, what else can be done!
It's really not necessary.

The Three Pure Ones all have corresponding Clear and Turbid, not to mention Murong Ji. Even if he is a post-natal creature, according to the nature of this world, he will be assigned one.

Murong Ji suddenly thought of the Golden Spirit Mother, who might have already become a disciple of the Master Tongtian.

Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun slowly opened his eyes, looking through the endless darkness and thick clouds.
Falling into the prehistoric world...

Murong Ji returned to the palace.

The result of the war between wizards and liches has also been calculated.

Thousands of carts full of devouring sacs were pulled into the palace storehouse. These devouring sacs were filled with various spoils collected from the Heavenly Palace.

In addition, there were thousands of carts of devouring sacs filled with the corpses of the demons.

All the corpses and blood on the entire battlefield were not spared and were all pulled back. There was no other way because the human race was poor.

Murong Ji looked at the bamboo slips that filled half the room, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He was used to living in poverty, and almost stripped the Heavenly Palace from head to toe, leaving only an empty shell.

If it weren't for the fact that nothing could be pulled out of the Ruoshui River, I'm afraid the entire river would have to be searched.

Murong Ji became busy. He melted the corpses of the monsters into elixirs and refined various equipment into magical weapons and spiritual treasures. He was very busy and happy.

In the following years, he had been doing these three things: refining elixirs, dredging the earth veins, and cultivating future generations of human talents.

Murong Ji left the rest of the matters to Feng Hua, Feng Xu, and Xuan Ming.

After the great calamity of the lich, the entire prehistoric world seemed to become silent again, and the entire land was devastated.

This war caused irreversible damage to the prehistoric world, and its power was much greater than the harm caused by the battle between the demons back then.

The battle between the demons and sages only brought disaster to the western land.

The remaining is the harm of the three tribes' war, which only killed many lives. But now, the current situation has affected the entire prehistoric land.

Murong Ji sat cross-legged in the hall, looking at the bamboo slips in his hands, which were the messages that the human cultivators had brought back from all over the prehistoric world.

The vast land was divided into four parts, and there were countless islands of different sizes.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji remembered that these four continents were the same four continents in later generations.

The Dongsheng Shenzhou, the Nanzhanbuzhou, the Xiniuhezhou, and the Beijuluzhou.

Looking up, Xing Tian was standing respectfully in the middle of the hall. He glanced at Xuan Ming secretly and then secretly exhaled a breath.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed that he was not unfamiliar with the integration of the Wu Clan into the human race. Everything became natural. At this time, there were no cultural differences among the various races.

To be honest, apart from the differences in habits, there is not so much cultural rejection between the various ethnic groups, because these cultural groups were all destroyed by Emperor Jun and Dong Huang.

All the tribes in the prehistoric world today were established by Emperor Jun, and most of their common characters are still innate demon patterns. The contribution of these two brothers to the prehistoric world is definitely not small!

"Bai Ze, Shang Yang, where did they take Lu Ya?"

Hearing Murong Ji's question, Xing Tian immediately came back to his senses and said respectfully: "My king, they went to the northern continent and settled there."

"A few years ago, the saint killed Ao Dingji, and the giant turtle's body was dismembered by wild beasts. The resentment and evil spirit were so strong that it turned the place into a dangerous place."

"We chased them and were defeated in several battles, but we couldn't do anything to them, so..." Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, nodded and said nothing more.

Nowadays, it is predictable that the demon race can take a breather. Now the human race has a bigger problem, the land they live on needs to be governed...

Especially in Huaxu State, disasters occurred frequently, even affecting normal farming.

In fact, Huaxu was not a big deal. The entire prehistoric land was devastated, and the human race also had a share of karma. The calamity borne by the human race was swallowed by Murong Ji and turned into his own origin.

With the help of the human race's luck to guard and dissipate it, it seems that there is no problem.

But this devastated land cannot be faked. After all, this is a great debt owed to heaven and earth. Murong Ji thought about it carefully and rubbed his temples with a headache.

"Have you spotted Xihe? How is she now?"

After he finished speaking, everyone looked at Murong Ji in surprise, and his eyes gradually changed and became meaningful.

Xuan Ming frowned, pursed his lips, and then said: "Jiang, don't forget, you are Hou Tu's man, you belong to Hou Tu... Xihe is Di Jun's wife, although..."

Murong Ji: "..."

"Okay, I just want to ask, as long as she is still alive, the demons will be able to gather together. If they gather together again, that will be a troublesome matter!"

Xuan Ming frowned, but didn't say anything.

Murong Ji thought about it, and then said, "What do you think about sending a group of human disciples to Wuzhuang Temple and Mount Xumi?"

After the words fell, there was silence in the hall. After a long time, Fenghua asked, "Jiang, what are your ideas?"

Murong Ji glanced at Feng Hua and said calmly, "Let the human race clear the earth veins. With the human race's numerical advantage, we can seize the merit and luck to resolve the cause and effect between the world and the witch and lich catastrophe."

"Even more, we are trying to seize the positions of earthly immortals in various parts of the world. We have already started with the mountain gods and water gods, and other tribes will follow suit. If a genuine earthly ancestor emerges, we might as well push Zhen Yuanzi up..."

After Murong Ji finished speaking, he glanced at the people in the hall. In fact, there were not many people, just a few of them, plus Suiren and other high-ranking human beings.

Suiren and the other three were the next generation of kings appointed by them and were indispensable.

Without waiting for them to think it over, Murong Ji immediately ordered: "Select a group of outstanding disciples and send them to Wuzhuang Temple. In addition, send another group to Mount Xumi."

"If Mount Xumi refuses to accept them, then let Master Liuli accept them as registered disciples... Suiren, the three of you go and do it."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Murong Ji tapped the table lightly, thinking carefully in his heart, the Three Purities have always been arrogant, no matter how much they invest in the human race, except for Xuan Du, they will not accept other human beings.

However, if they could plot against the three generations of disciples... after all, their Taoist tradition still had to be passed down among the human race.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji said again: "In the territory of Huaxu Country, in addition to setting up mountain and water gods, every famous mountain and river is also building various Taoist temples for inheritance."

"Feng Hua, Feng Xu, you have been guarding the palace for many years, so you should handle this matter."

Feng Hua and Feng Xu pursed their lips and remained silent for a moment. Then Feng Hua said, "Jiang, we are very strong now."

"The demon race has been defeated. There is no race in this world that is stronger than us... We might as well build the Wa Palace and worship the Holy Mother..."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he placed his hands on the table in front of him. He glanced at everyone and looked at their expressions. He couldn't help but sneer, "How did the human race rise? Have you forgotten?"

Murong Ji's voice was not loud, but it was somewhat chilling. Invisible pressure settled on everyone's heart, and they even breathed more carefully.

"Is the human race now stronger than the two races of witches and liches? Can it compare to the declining dragon race? I remember that old dragon is not dead yet..."

No one spoke in the entire hall. Everyone's reaction fell into Murong Ji's eyes. He was not surprised. After all, humans are beasts, and it is hard to find their animal nature.

It is normal for him to have a rebellious mentality now. If he were really so submissive, Murong Ji would be a little disappointed.

Murong Ji stretched lazily with a smile on his face, "Those who are righteous have many supporters, while those who are unrighteous have few supporters. Whether you are righteous or unrighteous does not depend on whether your tribe is strong, but only on whether you can get those prehistoric bigwigs on board."

"The human race is weak, so it's easy for them to foster a witch clan or a demon clan. Moreover, the demon clan has not yet been completely extinct. What do you think?"

Still no one spoke, and Murong Ji didn't care. He led the human race to win the war between the liches and the wizards, and that was enough. The situation he had created over the past two hundred years was enough for him to have the final say in the human race.

No one dared to challenge his authority.

"Since you have no objection, let's do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji stood up first and walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back.

After finishing the work, Murong Ji couldn't help but let out a long breath. He stood at the door of the hall, still thinking about various things in his mind.

The matter of the demon clan can be put aside for now. There is not much benefit in killing the demon clan now, but it can be used as a training exercise.

(End of this chapter)