Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 958 Sky-Mending Stone

To a certain extent, the authority of the Emperor of Heaven also overlaps with the authority of the King of Man.

Murong Ji took the two of them to handle the affairs of Heaven for several months. Only after they became proficient did he let them go and watched the two of them develop their skills and abilities in handling the affairs.

After checking one by one and finding no mistakes or omissions, I let them do it on their own.

At this time in the Heavenly Court, the authority of the Zhoutian was still held by human cultivators. The cultivation levels of these human cultivators were not high, resulting in low efficiency in the operation of the entire Zhoutian constellation, but they were manageable.

If, to quell the disasters in the prehistoric world, kill a number of great demon kings and so on, a series of tasks would require the combat power of the witch clan.

Now, the only capable general in the entire heaven is Dayi, and he cannot leave. He has to guard the Sun and the stars in the sky, and they cannot do without him.

There is no way, he is too short of manpower. He has the ability to recruit but cannot, and people are unwilling to give him, Murong Ji, the King of Man, face.

Murong Ji looked down upon the rest of the people, as they were all third-generation disciples and not even direct descendants.

Murong Ji wished he could start the great catastrophe of Conferred Gods right now, but unfortunately, it still didn't work.

The second generation disciples of many sects today, the third batch of innate saints, have not yet grown up.

Murong Ji helplessly put down the memorial in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his forehead. The most powerful and most suitable star gods and generals had all died in the Lich Catastrophe.

The rest are really not worth bothering about, we can only wait for the human race to gradually develop.

Today's high-end combat power is supported by the Witch Clan, and the rest of the troops are filled by the human race.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji looked at Haotian and Yaochi standing in the Lingxiao Palace. The two looked so terrified that he felt helpless for a moment.

These two just have the mentality of children.

Although his strength and skills are impressive, his willpower, mentality and other qualities are a mess.

“Master…Senior Brother, did we do something wrong?” Haotian asked timidly.

Murong Ji took a deep breath and said, "It's not wrong, it's just not good enough."

Murong Ji narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "You also heard what we discussed in Zixiao Palace that day."

"Brother, we all heard it."

Murong Ji nodded and said no more. He placed the Heavenly Emperor's seal in his hand on the table in the Lingxiao Palace, stood up and walked out of the palace.

"Leave one of the three corpses here to handle the affairs of the Heavenly Court. The two of you, your true bodies, must be reincarnated into the human race and start from the lowest level."

"Living a peaceful life is considered a lifetime. In the human race, you should do things peacefully, practice peacefully, learn the ways of the world, learn the laws of humanity, learn the ways of practicing Taoism, learn the Zhou Tian Xing Dou, no matter what it is, you must learn it."

Murong Ji walked to the entrance of Lingxiao Palace, stopped, and suddenly turned around. His sharp eyes, like a sharp sword, fell on the two people.

But it frightened the two of them so much that they trembled all over.

"The saints look down on you. Have you ever thought about the reason?"

Haotian and Yaochi both looked gloomy, and they naturally knew what Murong Ji was talking about.

Sexual power!

Over the past few years, they have followed Murong Ji and naturally learned a lot. They also naturally understand Murong Ji's practice of preserving both life and death.

Being with Murong Ji gave them the same feeling as being with the Taoist master Hongjun, who was unfathomable. He seemed to know everything and could predict everything.

He handled many things with ease, including various subsequent problems, seemingly with ease, making people feel that the Emperor of Heaven was no more capable than him.

But what is the reality? It was not until he started to do it himself that he realized the difficulty. A small problem affects the whole body. Many small problems ignored now will often become fatal big problems in the future.

They always needed Murong Ji to cover them before he dared to review their papers.

What about saints? The reason why we look down on them is not because they are short-sighted and have low cognition, and their opinions are not worth referring to at all.

Rather than arguing, just ignore it.

Haotian and Yaochi bowed and said in unison: "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother!"

Murong Ji waved his hand: "Actually, I don't think highly of you either. You have seized the interests of the human race. The reason I can treat you well is because I have a good temper."

"In this case, the person who takes my place must be capable. Otherwise, I have eight hundred ways to make you die silently, and Hongjun will have to accept it."

After Murong Ji left, Haotian and Yaochi sat down on the steps. Unconsciously, they were sweating profusely. They looked at each other helplessly.

"Brother, are we really going to reincarnate?!"

"Go! Why not? Whether it's following or anything else, we are no worse than anyone else. Since our teacher and senior brothers have given us this opportunity, why not go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Haotian took out three corpses from his body, stayed in Lingxiao Palace to preside over the affairs of Heaven, and walked towards Nantianmen.

Yao Chi followed suit and left behind three corpses, then hurriedly followed Haotian's footsteps. The two of them joined hands and flew towards the Nine Netherworld.

Murong Ji stood in the clouds, looking at the two figures in silence.

They are all born divine, so naturally none of them are too bad. These two were just born relatively late and have been living in Zixiao Palace.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji looked towards the Nine-Layered Sky and slowly exhaled a breath of foul air. The two of them had come down to earth to experience tribulations, so there would be many things they could do.

Why can't humans sit on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor?!

With the permission of the Taoist Ancestor, we played a word game. No matter who it is, they have to accept it.

Of course, the final result is to return the throne of the Heavenly Emperor to Haotian. Before that, Murong Ji has the final say on how many Heavenly Emperors there are. After returning to Guanghan Palace and exhausting Changxi, Murong Ji flew away and flew towards Huaxu Country.

It is the base camp of the entire human race, and many masters gather there.

When we were halfway there, suddenly, a voice came to my ears.

【Come to my place.】

Murong Ji was stunned and stopped right where he was. His expression changed again and again. What did Nuwa ask him to do? !

After thinking about it carefully, what else could it be other than Fuxi descending into the human race?
Murong Ji touched his chin and thought carefully, [Fuxi's descent into the human race is also a good thing for the human race. This guy Yi Dao is invincible in planning and can plan many things for the human race.

Not long after the Lich War ended, many tribes were ready to make moves, especially the dragon tribe. Which one didn't want to be the protagonist of the day?

Who doesn't want to share the interests of the human race?

Murong Ji could even imagine that in the corners that he could not see, many ethnic groups were secretly planning on how to pull other ethnic groups off the altar.

There’s nothing we can do, it’s because the human race is weak!

When I came to my senses, the Queen Nuwa Palace was right in front of me.

Looking at the newly renovated Wa Palace, Murong Ji raised his eyebrows. The original Wa Palace was simple and majestic, which formed a sharp contrast with Nuwa's petty-mindedness.

The size of the Empress Nuwa's Palace today is directly proportional to Nuwa's pettiness.

He walked into the Queen Nuwa Palace with a speechless look on his face, and under the guidance of Teng Snake, he walked into Nuwa's room.

At first glance, you can see a picture of mountains, rivers, and the country as if the screen was placed in front of you.

Murongji felt heartbroken for a while, this thing was really powerful. Nuwa didn't use it to its fullest power.

If it were in Hou Tu's hands, she would be invincible.

Or if you control the Disha formation in your own hands and harmonize the prehistoric earth, you will still have divine help.

But he suffered injustice at the hands of Nuwa.

Murong Ji took a deep breath, calmed down, clasped his fists and saluted, "Jiang, pay your respects to the Holy Mother."

"Now that you're here, I've already negotiated with that little bitch Hou Tu. What's missing now is the two Yi Dao magic treasures. You can think of a way."

Murong Ji was speechless for a moment. This had nothing to do with him. It would be much more convenient for Nuwa to go there in person than for him to ask for it.

"Venerable Mother, it would be easier for you to get the River Map and Luo Shu in person."

Nuwa slowly sat up from the bed, with a charming smile on her face and slightly raised corners of her mouth, looking at Murong Ji with increasingly meaningful eyes.

"Are you playing dumb in front of me? You really don't understand what I mean?"

Murong Ji curled the corner of his mouth. How could he not understand that the Heavenly Court had just been established and the human race was about to rise, so they needed a battle record that could be shown off.

Because of Xihe, he couldn't take action against the small demon court in Xiniu Hezhou, which was unacceptable.

But Kunpeng in the North Sea has no pressure at all.

If we get the order from Nuwa, it will be legitimate and can weaken the remaining power of the demon clan.

Murong Ji's mind was turning over and over, constantly trying to judge whether the current combat power of the human race could defeat the monsters of the North Sea.

After a hundred years of development, the human race now really has the strength to fight back. Of course, the main force is still those people from the Witch Clan.

"I only want the River Map and the Luoshu, and the throne of the Human King. You don't need to question my brother's ability. It's much easier for him to do many things than for you to do them yourself."

Nuwa's voice brought Murong Ji back to his senses.

Murong Ji knew in his heart that Nuwa was telling the truth. Fuxi himself had enough prestige among the prehistoric creatures, and was more popular than Murong Ji.

He was also good at planning. Many things that he himself had not had time to do or were about to do were easier for Fuxi to do.

Murong Ji bowed and shouted, "I will obey the command of the Holy Mother!"

Then, he slowly walked out of the Queen Nuwa Palace.

"and many more."

Murong Ji stopped and turned to look with some confusion.

"call out!"

A red stone was thrown at him. Murong Ji was shocked and caught it. However, he did not control the strength well and crushed the stone directly.

He just glanced at it but didn't say much.

"You have refined a good spiritual treasure. This is the main stone left over from when I repaired the sky. Please refine a spiritual treasure to protect my elder brother."

"Yes."

After leaving the Wahuang Palace, Murong Ji stood at the door and exhaled a long breath. He took a look at the stone in his hand, which was irregular and seemed to be broken debris.

He squeezed the stone into three pieces, one large and two small.

(End of this chapter)