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Chapter 954: Zixiao Palace Meeting

After careful consideration, I wondered if I could have such power if I exerted all my strength.
Then he shook his head, saying that unless he reached the Return to Void Realm, he could not become a saint.

Turning his head to look at the formation of Zixiao Palace, Murong Ji had a thorough understanding of its operation and layout.

He casually picked up a handful of chaotic aura. This thing was similar to the gray mist produced by the Gathering Immortal Banner, but was different in essence.

This natural chaotic aura is purer and heavier.

If one practices with this kind of aura, ordinary lives will be oppressed to death, but once one endures it, the strength of the body will definitely reach a terrifying level.

Why is the Xiantian Demon God so powerful? It is because of these chaotic auras.

Murong Ji's eyes flashed, and he felt a little moved. Could he bring this chaotic aura into the ancient world and gather it at Mount Buzhou?
Use it to hone the human cultivators, and the bodies cultivated in this way can actually meet the requirements of life skills.

However, this thing does need to be handled carefully.

At this moment, Murong Ji had already figured out how to set up the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Control Formation in the chaos, and use this formation to guide the chaotic aura for his disciples to practice.

Coming back to his senses and looking again, he found that Hou Tu had sacrificed the Gathering Immortals Banner at some point, and the Banner absorbed a large amount of chaotic aura.

It was transformed into countless spiritual energy and evil spirits, helping Hou Tu to enhance her moves and every aspect of herself.

Nuwa took out the red hydrangea to fight the enemy.

This kind of fighting style made Murong Ji's mouth twitch. He simply relied on the power of Tao and the weapon itself to fight the enemy.

In Murong Ji's opinion, the greatest power of the Great Dao itself cannot be fully exerted.

For example, in the acquired swordsmanship, all you need is a simple word "break". If you keep this belief, you can destroy the opponent's avenue with one sword and achieve a certain level of restraint.

For another example, the avenue carried by Nuwa's red hydrangea is marriage, which is actually a manifestation of the avenue of cause and effect. It attacks Hou Tu with cause and effect, determines cause and effect, directly changes the cause and effect relationship, or confuses cause with effect.

That would definitely be enough to make Hou Tu suffer.

There are many ways to attack, such as reincarnation, underground tunnels, etc., but the two of them are fighting with the great way, to see who is stronger? !

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention and let them fight to the death. His attention was on the Juxian Banner. He didn't know when this thing had become a treasure of merit.

Murong Ji touched his chin and understood in his heart that Hou Tu had gathered all the merits and fortune from the earth on this Gathering Immortals Banner.

Neither Nuwa nor Houtu was willing to give in to the other. Even before Houtu became a saint, she had been tortured by Nuwa a lot. With new and old grudges in her heart, she was unwilling to let the other go.

Nuwa became a saint too early and had accumulated a lot of experience. After several rounds of fighting, Houtu was unable to defeat her and suffered some losses instead.

Hou Tu shook the Juxian Banner in his hand violently, and an invisible force instantly spread out, pushing Nu Wa to stagger. Then he retracted the Juxian Banner and said, "No more fighting!"

"Humph!"

Nuwa put down the red ball unhappily and walked towards the Zixiao Palace side by side with Houtu.

Nuwa raised her head slightly with a proud look on her face, her nostrils turned upwards, and she looked down upon Houtu. Her arrogant look made Houtu so angry that her breathing became a little heavier.

The man behind her had a gloomy face and refused to lag behind Nuwa even a step.

Murong Ji looked at the two of them walking towards him, and he knew who won and who lost without much thought.

Hou Tu had just become a saint and was pregnant, so it would be strange if she could win.

Just as Murong Ji was about to step forward, the two of them ignored him and walked past Murong Ji. However, it was because Murong Ji blocked Hou Tu's way and fell half a step behind Nuwa, so Nuwa entered the Zixiao Palace first.

Murong Ji opened his mouth and was about to say something to comfort her, but Hou Tu looked at him coldly: "What are you looking at! Get out of here!"

Then he pushed Murong Ji away and walked into Zixiao Palace.

Murong Ji: "..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, some people just take it out on others. They have no ability at all and they are so ugly."

Murong Ji twitched the corner of his mouth. Nuwa was no longer adding fuel to the fire, but pouring fuel on it.

"If I wasn't bearing an heir, I would have stewed you into soup!"

"Oh my! Having a child in old age... Not bad, not bad. You have double happiness. You have become a saint and conceived a child. Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Nuwa's weird tone made Hou Tu's face darker and darker. She felt angry but had no way to release it.

"Humph! You're envious of me, old reptile! You're only fit for making soup!"

Hou Tu retorted, turned around and walked into Zixiao Palace. She looked so aloof that people could not help feeling repelled. Her gloomy aura alone was enough to shock someone to death.

Nuwa walked into the Zixiao Palace with her nose up and walked towards the high platform inside the palace.

Murong Ji stood at the door, looking into the Zixiao Palace. The two of them started arguing about seating again.

For a moment, he sighed helplessly, and was very curious in his heart, why were these two people so unforgiving of each other?
Then, he turned his gaze towards Haotian and Yaochi, "Do you know what caused the dispute between them? What happened in Zixiao Palace that year?"

Yao Chi hurriedly shook her head. Haotian was a little embarrassed, but he didn't say anything. He just bowed and said, "Senior Brother Jiang, please forgive me."

Murong Ji nodded, and did not embarrass him. He had been trying to persuade Hou Tu for a long time, but she had never said anything. "I'm just a little curious. According to their personalities, they should have no intersection. Even if they have, it must be the grudges they had during the war between the witches and liches."

"From what I understand, they are old enemies."

As Haotian listened to Murong Ji's analysis, the expression on his face became more and more embarrassed. In the end, he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

He knew that Murong Ji wanted to provoke him to talk, and as long as he opened his mouth to discuss something with him, he would be trapped without being prepared.

Haotian thought that this wouldn't work, so he changed the subject: "Brother, it's great that you have a child."

As he spoke, he bowed and saluted, which seemed to be a sign of begging for mercy.

Murong Ji smiled bitterly and slapped him on the shoulder, "What are you afraid of? You are a disciple of Daozu, what can they do to you?"

Murong Ji took a look and found that Yao Chi had already run to pour tea for Nuwa and Hou Tu.

Now that he has some free time, he wants to chat with Haotian. If nothing unexpected happens, this guy is the one who will take over the throne of the Emperor of Heaven.

"When the baby is born, I'll invite you to have a drink. Don't refuse."

Haotian was a little reserved, "This... this... OK, thank you for your kindness, Senior Brother."

"What an honor! A seventh-rank official in the prime minister's office..." After he finished speaking, Murong Ji realized that there is no prime minister yet... This is nonsense.

At this moment, three figures appeared in the chaos in the distance. They were the Three Pure Ones.

Haotian took a look and hurriedly bowed to Murong Ji to apologize, "Senior Brother, I'm sorry to leave you first." Then he walked towards the outskirts of Zixiao Palace.

Murong Ji smacked his lips and said, "You are also a disciple of Daozu, why do you have to be so timid? Just respect the etiquette and observe the rules. This... is really unnecessary."

Following behind Haotian, he saw Taiqing Laozi at a glance. For a moment, his face was full of disgust, his expression changed repeatedly, and finally he sighed.

You can plan your own plans, but you can't be angry with each other, otherwise things will get out of hand.

"My humble servant Haotian greets the three saints. Please come in."

Taiqing Laozi glanced at Haotian, then retracted his gaze, nodded, looked at Murong Ji again, and said softly: "Daoyou Ren Jiang."

"Taiqing Saint".

After a brief greeting, Taiqing Laozi walked into the Zixiao Palace.

Yuqing Yuanshi didn't even look at Haotian. He nodded to Murong Ji and went straight into the palace.

The Supreme Master of the Shangqing Tongtian Sect bowed to Murong Ji and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, long time no see."

"It's been a long time since we last met, Sage Tongtian."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and then Tongtian walked into the Zixiao Palace. For a moment, he and Haotian were the only ones left at the door.

Murong Ji looked at the backs of the three of them, slowly retracted his gaze, and looked at Haotian in surprise: "You kid, you didn't learn anything from Daozu, how can you show off your skills to them?"

Haotian was a little embarrassed, "I did learn a little, but you are not allowed to show off."

Murong Ji nodded. That was right. This Haotian, the future Emperor of Heaven, was looked down upon by everyone.

He really has the level of Di Jun. Murong Ji thought carefully about what he did later. Each and every thing was just right and he gained benefits.

He was even more adept at maneuvering among various forces, and bit by bit, he took power back into his own hands, completely solidifying his title as the Emperor of Heaven and Empress of Earth.

Such a person cannot do it unless he has some ability.

What's more, how could you not learn something by following the Taoist master?

Murong Ji suddenly thought of Su Shi. There were two little children beside Su Shi, neither of them were simple characters.

One is Gao Qiu and the other is Lin Lingsu.

Don't underestimate these children, especially those who serve closely. They can learn a lot from their masters imperceptibly.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji looked up again and saw two people slowly walking towards him in the chaos, being led by Zhunti.

Murong Ji waited until the two men came up to him and greeted each other, then he followed them into the Zixiao Palace.

When I walked to the front of the stage, I saw that there was only a cushion left. Hou Tu and Nu Wa were sitting opposite each other, one on the left and one on the right, neither of them giving way to the other.

Laozi and Yuanshi closed their eyes to rest, but Tongtian Jiaozhu's gaze was constantly looking back and forth between Houtu and Murong Ji, and finally fell on Houtu's belly, and then he seemed a little dazed.

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to all that. He flipped his hand, took out two cushions from the Qiankun Qingguang Ring, held them in his hand, and threw one directly to the Taoist Zhunti. Then he picked up the other one and sat behind Houtu.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Eight people sat in the Zixiao Palace in silence, each with their eyes closed and meditating.

The Zixiao Palace has its own divine will, and is filled with various Taoist rhymes, making it extremely conspicuous. Practicing here for a short while is equivalent to practicing for several years in the prehistoric world.

(End of this chapter)