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Chapter 974: Chasing and Feeding

With a flip of his hand, a killing sword from the Blood Sea and the Styx appeared in his hand. He was not sure whether this killing sword was Yuantu or Abi.

However, it was extremely in line with Murong Ji's wishes, and was completely formed by the evil energy of the sea of ​​blood.

The top-grade innate spiritual treasure is rare among all the spiritual treasures.

"It's time to refine the Immortal Execution Sword..."

Then, he put the sword away! Murong Ji's Zhuxian Sword is different from Tongtian Sect Master's, and the difference lies in the patterns alone.

Murong Ji thought carefully in his heart that the original Zhu Xian Sword could be modified further.

In the days that followed, Murong Ji watched the human race settle in the North Sea, and after making sure there were no accidents, he headed south.

After entering Huaxu country, they found that there was hardship everywhere and the living conditions of the lower class of humans had dropped several levels again.

Years of war have consumed countless resources, but there is nothing we can do but persevere. Some wars must be fought.

Fortunately, there were enough corpses of monsters brought back, and the resources were distributed, and various resources were fed back, which allowed them to barely survive.

With large tracts of arable land, the food grown can be enough to make a living and can feed more people.

Now that everything has settled, Fenghua's position as the Human King is secure, and he can wait for another five hundred years.

Murong Ji flew up on his sword and quietly went to Kunlun Mountain. He took out materials condensed from endless evil spirits from the veins at the bottom of the mountain, and then secretly sneaked out of Kunlun Mountain.

After leaving Kunlun Mountain, a voice suddenly rang in my ears, "Little thief! Shameless!"

Murong Ji was stunned. This was the voice of Queen Mother of the West. He didn't care about anything else. What was in his hands was his.

He quickly fled on his sword, flying towards the Sea of ​​Blood and the River Styx. From the Sea of ​​Blood, he took the evil spirit materials that had been gathered by setting up the formation earlier, and hurried back to Mount Buzhou.

All in all, more than a year has passed.

Today's Buzhou Mountain has been transformed by Murong Ji into the appearance of Qingyun Mountain, and it took him hundreds of years to achieve this goal.

It is much easier to control the geomantic veins of Mount Buzhou than of Mount Zhou, but it is not as good as before.

When Murong Ji thought of the broken Buzhou Mountain, his heart ached. He had wanted to refine a magic weapon, but he didn't know who had picked it up!

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji opened the furnace, looked at the sea of ​​blood smelting in the furnace, as well as the chaotic aura flowing out, and let out a long breath.

This is the most fundamental resource of the human race.

A large amount of chaotic energy is condensed on this Buzhou Mountain, which is used for the cultivation of human disciples.

Because of the chaotic aura, a large amount of spiritual energy and evil spirits accumulated around Mount Buzhou. They were locked on the mountain by the Zhuxian Sword Formation, making them seem more divine.

As for the other auras decomposed from the chaotic aura, Murong Ji used the power of heaven and earth to melt them into the Buzhou Mountain range.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath, feeling somewhat relieved. The hard work he had put in over the past few hundred years was truly worth it.

He mobilized the power of heaven and earth on Mount Buzhou, amplified the pure lotus fire in the furnace, and the raging flames burned the materials that Murong Ji brought back.

Melted them into a pool of liquid.

Murong Ji glanced at the Styx Killing Sword in his hand. The sword had been half dead when it came into his hand. It was obvious that the sword spirit did not recognize him.

Then why keep him around?
He casually threw a killing sword into the furnace, and an extremely high-grade innate spiritual treasure was melted into pure liquid evil.

Murong Ji guided the evil spirit to gather and form the shape of the Zhu Xian Sword. After guiding the material of the spiritual liquid and fusing it with it and laying out the Zhu Xian Sword pattern, all that was left was to slowly smelt it.

Stir up the chaotic energy in the furnace to nourish the Zhu Xian Sword.

Murong Ji then closed the furnace. If he wanted to smelt out a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure, he would need more time to refine it.

After returning to heaven and dealing with many backlogged matters, life returned to normal.

When he had nothing to do, he would teach his disciples and preach the Dao to the many star gods.

He took some time off and went down to the royal city, looking for opportunities to contact Fuxi and Nuwa and teach them the methods of cultivation.

Or maybe he teaches them in their dreams, instructing them on how to practice.

Murong Ji slowly opened his eyes, sat cross-legged in the Lingxiao Palace, and exhaled a breath of foul air.

I have to say that this dream-traveling magic is really useful. Teaching in a dream is as real as reality.

After coming to his senses, he walked towards the Tushita Palace.

The present Tushita Palace is not ruled by the three corpses of Taiqing Laozi, but is the place where Murong Ji uses to guide the power of the stars in heaven and to refine elixirs and spiritual treasures.

Murong Ji cleared out a palace specifically for refining magic weapons and elixirs, and a large number of disciples also lived here.

These people are all Murong Ji's direct descendants, the kind that were taught by hand. They are also the top alchemists, weapon refiners, and even formation masters of the human race today.

Furthermore, no one can say for sure whether Taishang Laojun is the three corpses of Taiqing Laozi.

No one has ever seen his three corpses, and Taiqing Laozi always fights alone.

Murong Ji still remembers asking Fuxi, but Fuxi didn't know which one of his three corpses was.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji put the dragon's flesh and blood into the furnace to smelt it. The essence of the flesh and blood was refined into elixirs, and the remaining residue was refined into magic weapons. "Tsk tsk tsk, the dragon is really a good thing, the whole body is a treasure."

The pills and magic weapons were placed on the shelves on both sides, waiting to be stored in the treasury.

This treasury is, of course, the human race’s treasury, otherwise... would it be left to Haotian?
The growth speed of Fuxi and Nuwa was not slow. In just a few decades, they had become Taiyi True Immortals.

He can be considered a rare genius among the human race.

It's just that their foundation is shallow, and it can't be compared with the previous innate sacred origin. With Murong Ji's various feedings, they can increase their origin.

Murong Ji was thinking, let them suppress them for a few hundred more years, accumulate strength, and allow Nuwa to return later.

While in his dream, Murong Ji began to teach Fuxi the Yi Dao, imparting to him everything he knew and learned, wanting to see if Fuxi could go further in the Yi Dao.

A few days later, a disciple brought news that some human beings were slaughtered for no reason in Xiniu Hezhou.

Murong Ji was shocked. Which tribe would dare to slaughter humans? Are they tired of living?
Continuing to look down, some people saw the dragon clan devouring the human city alive.

Murong Ji's face darkened instantly, and he immediately thought of the two old dragons he had killed. This was the dragon clan's backlash...

For a moment, his eyes darkened and darkened: "Dragon Clan, you are arguing with me!"

Murong Ji paced back and forth in the Lingxiao Palace with his hands behind his back, but he was constantly thinking in his heart, how to dissipate the dragon clan's foundation and luck?

The dragon clan's foundation is too deep. With the current strength of the human race, it is almost impossible to confront it head-on.

But there are ways to weaken them.

Then he sighed. The number of dragon deaths was too small. If they were labeled as an endangered species, they would not be able to become so rampant.

Immediately, countless plans flashed through Murong Ji's mind, and his eyes became gloomy.

"And the Asura clan, I almost forgot your existence..."

He suppressed the news, pretended not to know, and secretly sent disciples to make plans.

In the days that followed, he focused on training masters of the human race. After a great battle, many of the more than 300 star kings made breakthroughs.

There are also several Daluo Jinxian, which is good news.

Over the past few decades, the human race has produced quite a few geniuses and outstanding people, and they have also been supplied with resources refined from the Netherworld Blood Sea and the aura of chaos.

Both the human race and the spirits have experienced substantial growth.

In just a hundred years, thousands of available talents emerged.

Murong Ji transferred another group of humans to the Heavenly Court, assigned them positions, and allowed them to gain experience.

The human race's heavenly court now does not seek to expand its territory, but only seeks steady development. As long as there is enough time, it will not be a problem to dominate the wild world.

The fear is that other ethnic groups can’t wait any longer.

It would be quite good for the current members of the Heavenly Court to be transferred to the Fire Cloud Cave in the future and take charge of the aura of the human race.

With sufficient resources, the advantage of human beings in terms of easy reproduction became apparent. Every twenty to thirty years, thousands of humans ascended to heaven.

Time passed quickly, and in just a hundred years, Murong Ji did not expect that Fenghua Fengxu retired early.

After going up to the heaven, he said hello to Murong Ji and went to live in the Fire Cloud Cave.

Before leaving, Murong Ji handed a ninth-grade golden lotus of merit to Fenghua, asking her to use it to suppress the destiny of the human race, and then watched them go to the Fire Cloud Cave.

Not long after that, Xuanming also retreated and went to the underworld to accompany Houtu.

A grand sacrifice was held, and it was Suiren who ascended to the throne of the King of Men.

The first thing Suiren did after taking the throne was to move Houtu, Xuanming and other predecessors of the Wu clan to the high platform for sacrifice.

Murong Ji stood at the door of Lingxiao Palace, quietly watching the sacrifice below.

He didn't know what kind of dispute or exchange of interests was involved, but it was quite rare that it could proceed smoothly.

After Suiren came to power, he reorganized the human race and began to attack the demon race. From beginning to end, he fought for years and forced the demon race back to the Northern Continent, where they hid themselves.

This can be considered a merit. Murong Ji often stood at the gate of Lingxiao Palace, watching the situation of the human race in the lower world in silence.

What made Murong Ji feel relieved was that he had always kept Fuxi and Nuwa by his side and taught them hand in hand.

But... Nuwa is really... disappointing, and can be called the ancestor of giving up, but her cultivation progress has not fallen behind!
It is precisely her mentality of not caring about anything that makes her in perfect harmony with the state of mind for spiritual practice.

For a moment, Murong Ji felt very disgusted, as if the avenue was chasing after her and feeding her, and even picking out the food she liked to eat...

With this comparison, Fuxi immediately became a stepmother...

Planning to go back to the underworld, he passed by Huoyun Cave and stopped temporarily. When he walked into Huoyun Cave, he saw Fenghua and Fengxu, the two of them living a simple life.

He secretly exhaled and looked at Nuwa's body carefully. There was no big problem, and Fenghua Fengxu didn't even notice it.

He breathed a sigh of relief and gave the two of them some important instructions before returning to the underworld to meet Houtu.

(End of this chapter)