Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 953 What is the grudge?
As for the other Ghost Emperors, Murong Ji had not yet decided who they would be, so he simply pushed all matters onto them, and left the rest to the Witch Clan.

After dispersing the power of the underground world, Murong Ji was able to focus on handling the affairs of the heavenly court.

There are more and more things happening in Heaven, and its power is expanding rapidly. With the original foundation of Demon Court, some big demons have rejoined Heaven.

Murong Ji looked at the list carefully. There was no important person among these monster tribes. He felt a little sorry, then he waved his hand and approved it directly.

I felt annoyed. The human race was indeed developing rapidly, but there were only a few who could take on important responsibilities.

Many matters require Murong Ji to deploy personnel to assist in handling them.

Xing Tian, ​​Jiu Feng, Di Luo and others are all busy as hell.

Things in Heaven are particularly complicated, especially since there lives a man named Chang Xi who has close ties with the demon clan.

She had to prevent Uttarakuru from colluding with her, and also guard against those innate gods causing trouble.

They didn't get much of the underground power, so how could they allow Murong Ji to monopolize the vacant heavenly power?

Although there are only a few people who can defeat the three ancestors of the human race, namely Xing Tian, ​​Dayi, Jiufeng and Suiren, there are some.

Fortunately, with the presence of Xuanming, a quasi-saint at the peak of perfection, the luck of the human race washed away the calamity from her body, and her strength was restored, which was enough to deal with many things.

However, the dispute still gradually escalated, and the demon clan showed signs of rising. Murong Ji sat firmly in the underworld, but he also felt the signs of a storm.

As early as when Hongjun came to him, he had already anticipated this aspect, which is why he wanted to be the Emperor of Heaven.

In the current situation, in the entire prehistoric world, only Murong Ji can gather the power of the three realms.

The rest of the people, even saints, cannot do it.

This kind of authority has great benefits, and can be used to give the human race all kinds of special favors and benefits. For example, if the weather is good and there are no disasters, the entire lower class of the human race will have a much better life, at least they will not starve to death.

After two or three years, everything returned to peace and was running in an orderly manner. Murong Ji knew clearly that these people were waiting to see what Daozu meant.

The time for the meeting in Zixiao Palace had arrived. Without waiting for Murong Ji to move, Hou Tu grabbed Murong Ji by the back of his neck and flew into the sky.

Murong Ji felt helpless for a moment and could only be carried by her obediently. He caught a glimpse of Hou Tu's belly from the corner of his eye, which was bulging. The child had been gestating for more than a year.

He had been nurtured by the evil spirit, cultivating his roots and nurturing his origin. In this year, he had consumed countless natural treasures in Murong Ji's hands, and he had spent a lot of money.

Being carried away by someone was quite embarrassing. But when had Hou Tu ever given him face?

When I looked up, I saw the space in front of me collapse, and a dark abyss appeared, as if I was traveling through time and space.

It was like a black hole, with space constantly falling into it.

Hou Tu stepped into it, and the images on both sides kept cutting off, as if the frames were dropped. Murong Ji even saw some of the origins of the world.

When he finally appeared again, he was already outside of chaos.

From afar, the endless darkness and the various colors of light gave Murong Ji a feeling of colorful black.

Many things can be found here, especially the aura of chaos, which is a bit heavy, as if walking in a quagmire.

If you are weak, you will be unable to move forward in this chaos.

Only then did Murong Ji understand what the power of heaven and earth was. It was the power that remained after the aura of chaos faded away.

There is no time or direction here, and even the concept of space is very weak.

Hou Tu took Murong Ji through the chaos. Fortunately, she was familiar with the route, otherwise Murong Ji would have to look for it by himself and it would take him a long time to find it.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Murong Ji saw the appearance of the Zixiao Palace.

It was an extremely ancient palace, which was very different from the architectural style in the primitive world, as if it did not belong to the human world.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, and with just one glance, he saw all kinds of laws and rhymes lingering around the hall.

Even a saint can gain great benefits by living here.

The Zixiao Palace, which is independent of the prehistoric world but has close ties with the prehistoric world, surprised Murong Ji.

The closer we get, the more we can feel the hugeness of the entire Zixiao Palace.

How could this be a palace? This was clearly a continent independent of the prehistoric world.

Heze has everything, including land, water, wind, fire, mountains and rivers.

Murong Qi asked in astonishment: "Is this the Zixiao Palace?"

This was actually nonsense, and Hou Tu did not answer, but she was not surprised by Murong Ji's reaction. When they first came here, they were also shocked.

The existence of Zixiao Palace shattered her cognition, just like how Dijun and Donghuang fought against her ten brothers and did not lose.

Who would have thought that outside the primitive world, there could be independent spaces and islands.

The two men landed on the land of Zixiao Palace. Just as they reached the gate of Zixiao Palace, the two Taoist children standing at the gate of the palace hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Greetings, Saint Hou Tu." Hou Tu nodded lightly without any extra reaction, and did not even look at the two Taoist children.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. He was actually interested in these two Taoist children.

Murong Ji looked at the boy on the left. This boy was Haotian. At this moment, he looked like a child of seven or eight years old.

But looking at his behavior and unintentional expression, it is not something a child can have.

Opening his blue eyes and looking directly at his origin, Murong Ji was a little surprised. Early stage of Quasi-Sage?! This strength is not low.

Seeing Murong Ji staring at him, Haotian stepped forward and saluted, cupping his fists and smiling, "This must be Senior Brother Jiang, the Human King. Junior Brother Haotian greets you."

As soon as the voice fell, the little girl beside him also came forward and bowed to Murong Jifu: "Greetings, Senior Brother Jiang."

Murong Ji clasped his fists in return, "Hello, junior brothers and sisters. It's our first meeting. Since you call me senior brother, how can I not have a greeting gift?"

Then, Murong Ji took out two magic weapons and a nine-story golden pagoda and handed them to Haotian.

Seeing that he was a little hesitant, Murong Ji stuffed it into his arms without saying a word, and then stuffed the other ribbon directly into Yao Chi's hands.

"Brother, this..."

"It's just a little item I made myself. It's nothing special. Just keep it."

Watching Hou Tu walking further and further away, Murong Ji clasped his fists, quickly chased after her, followed Hou Tu, and walked into the Zixiao Palace.

The two were left looking at each other in bewilderment. They lowered their heads and saw that the two magic weapons were actually acquired middle-grade spiritual treasures.

He was delighted and put away the magic weapon.

They continued to stand at the door, one on the left and one on the right, to welcome the other saints who had not yet arrived. Now that no one came, the two of them were like stone statues, silent.

The Zixiao Palace seemed empty.

Murong Ji took a look and found that the whole palace seemed very strange. It gave people a very majestic feeling, but it did not feel empty, as if it could just accommodate the two of them.

Unlike the Yuqing Palace, it becomes crowded when there are too many people.

"Can this palace expand or shrink according to one's will?"

Murong Ji understood in his heart, and without waiting for Hou Tu's response, he looked through his eyes at the patterns of the entire palace, and the Xiantian Dao pattern came into his sight. Murong Ji remembered it, and he would be able to use it in the future.

At the front, there was a half-foot high platform with six cushions placed on it.

In the innermost and leftmost seat, there is a person sitting, Nuwa.

Seeing Nuwa, Hou Tu's face darkened again and again, and the enemies were particularly jealous when they met! "Huh?! Senior Sister Nuwa, long time no see."

Nuwa didn't even raise her eyes, she closed her eyes and rested, her body still surrounded by the aura of Taoism, "Since you have become my human race's daughter-in-law, you must observe etiquette, you should call me the Holy Mother now."

Hou Tu clenched her fists tightly, and even the look in her eyes when she looked at Murong Ji changed, "It's only been a short time since we last met, but you're already so arrogant. Senior sister, your cultivation has improved a lot."

“Just average, just average.” Then, Nuwa opened her eyes, full of cunning, and said to Houtu provocatively while pinching her fingertips: “Daughter-in-law… I am just a little bit better than you, hahaha!”

Hou Tu panted heavily for a few times. It was an indisputable fact that Nuwa had been a saint for a long time and was indeed stronger than other saints. However, she was a little unwilling to accept it: "Then I have to ask for your advice."

"Okay~ That's exactly what I meant~" Nuwa stretched lazily.

Then, two figures flashed and flew out of Zixiao Palace.

Murong Ji was still looking at their flying backs in confusion. He took a few steps forward to catch up with them. After leaving Zixiao Palace, he saw the dark chaos of heaven and earth.

The various Taoist methods of the two collided, and there was even a feeling of a collision between heaven and earth, with countless chaotic auras spreading out.

There are also countless Dao principles that are as bright as stars, assimilating countless chaotic auras and dyeing them into various colors.

Endless light and various colors gradually dissipated in all directions.

Murong Ji opened his Cang Eyes and watched the fight between the two. It was not a fight in the ordinary sense, but a collision of their respective perceptions of the Great Dao.

Be ruthless and show no mercy.

For a moment, Murong Ji was curious about what the grudge between the two of them was.

I can't figure it out, let alone figure it out. Hou Tu's personality is not the kind of person who likes to cause trouble.

He knew Nuwa a little bit. Although she liked to play around, she didn't bother to care about other people as long as they didn't bother her.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. The aftermath of the battle between the two people caused the entire Zixiao Palace to be somewhat unstable. The chaotic aura around them continued to spread, and its power was stronger than the full-strength attack of an ordinary quasi-saint.

In a flash, the outer edge of the Zixiao Palace was destroyed. Fortunately, the Zixiao Palace was supported by a formation, otherwise the entire island would have been difficult to exist in the chaos.

This distance is not close. If it were in the ancient times, it would probably span an entire continent.

Murong Ji had a rough idea of ​​the saint's fighting power.

(End of this chapter)