Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 977 Fuxi's Popularity

I had established the etiquette and rules a long time ago, and I have always treated ethical issues as the most important thing.

If one wants to plot against Nuwa, Fuxi, Murong Ji, or even the entire human race, starting with etiquette and laws would be a way to kill several birds with one stone.

"How big of a blow will the marriage of Nuwa and Fuxi have on human ethics?"

Murong Ji's face became darker and darker, and he suddenly felt uneasy in his heart. Without further delay, he headed towards Hongluan Palace immediately.

After much investigation, he found a wife for Fuxi and asked Emperor Chai Daohuang to act as matchmaker in person. Only after he saw the two get married with his own eyes did Murong Ji breathe a sigh of relief.

Just in case, Murong Ji took Nuwa away and personally supervised the practice.

With the blessing of the human race's luck, Fuxi's cultivation speed was very fast, almost beyond Murong Ji's expectations.

However, the progress of the Xiantian Bagua was not satisfactory.

After thinking about it, Murong Ji decided to speed up the progress of his plan.

Three years later, Murong Ji abdicated the throne of Heavenly Emperor, and Suiren became the new Heavenly Emperor.

The transition of power was extremely smooth. Most of his ministers were human, with a few being innately divine. Suiren was brought up by Murong Ji himself.

Naturally, they don't have much rebellious psychology, and most of them have already dealt with each other in the human world.

After confirming that Suiren was capable of handling the affairs of Heaven, Murong Ji returned to Mount Buzhou with the three little foxes.

At this time, Mount Buzhou had been completely built to look like the Qingyun Mountain in the previous life.

It took hundreds of years of hard work to achieve something.

Murong Ji planned to build this place as his own dojo.

Standing in front of Yuqing Palace, Murong Ji let out a long breath. He felt free from the burden of being an official and had a sense of relief from the bottom of his heart.

He let the three little foxes run around in the hall while he took a quick look around the hall first.

The surrounding environment is often cleaned by someone. Come to think of it, there are quite a few disciples left in Buzhou Mountain.

Then he looked at the Zhuxian Sword in the furnace. It looked like stone but not stone, like iron but not iron. It looked like a piece of white marble with a few strands of black silk mixed in it.

That's the pattern...

After several days of sorting out, Murong Ji finally sorted out all the affairs in Buzhou Mountain.

He paid special attention to the construction of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation. When he was away, these disciples were really powerful. With the help of a formation diagram, they had already laid out 70% of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

The remaining 30% cannot be carried out because there is no Zhu Xian Sword.

After completing the remaining 30%, he immediately began to preach and answer questions and resolve doubts for the disciples who remained in Mount Buzhou.

Not long after, news came that Fuxi was going to declare war on the dragon clan.

Murong Ji was speechless for a moment. So they were fighting against the dragon race?! The human race was not that strong at the moment.

I couldn't help but sigh. This time Murong Ji had expected this. After unifying the tribes and the totems.

If we want to achieve something more, we have to start with humanities, food, and foreign enemies.

Among these items, only dealing with foreign enemies is the easiest.

However, the dragon clan has a rich heritage, which is far beyond what the human race can consume now.

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead. In the first battle, Suiren had accumulated some experience. But for the second time... Murong Ji thought about it and decided to send some disciples down the mountain to help.

A few days later, Murong Ji looked at Nuwa's empty room with a terribly gloomy expression on his face.

"Chang Jian!"

In the distant sky, a disciple wearing a long gown with white flowing clouds and gold threads came flying at high speed on a sword.

Yu Jian stood in the air and saluted towards Murong Ji with his fists clasped: "Master, you called me."

"Nu Wa has gone down the mountain with Chang Qing and the others. You go and keep an eye on her. Don't let her do anything stupid. If she does... just tie her up and bring her back."

Then, a golden rope slipped out from Murong Ji's sleeve and fell into Chang Jian's hands.

"Yes!"

A streak of light flashed by and then disappeared.

A few days later, Murong Ji received the news that Suiren was leading the Zhoutian stars to support the human race.

Murong Ji sighed lightly, his eyes gradually becoming sharper. Until now, he has not forgotten about the totem.

If you want to establish the human totem, you must fight with the dragon clan.

Then, he flew out of Yuqing Palace on his sword and headed towards Beijuluzhou. Some things needed to be settled!

Not long after Murong Ji set out, Xuan Ming, who was far away in the underworld, also led countless ghost soldiers to the East China Sea.

With the Dutian Shensha Array and the Zhoutian Xingdou Array, it might be difficult to infiltrate the Dragon Clan, but you can give it a try.

It is easy for humans to survive. After the last war, the human race has recovered, but the East China Sea dragon clan is a little difficult to deal with.

What the human race lacks is high-level combat power. Nowadays, Suiren is quite powerful, with the cultivation level of a quasi-saint and the power of fire. It is not so difficult for him to solve many problems.

The premise is that the Ancestral Dragon does not appear in the world, and the group of old immortals left behind by the Dragon Clan pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Murong Ji flew to Beijuluzhou and walked on the land. The collapse of Mount Buzhou separated the continent and moved further north. Half of the land was sunny and the other side was covered with ice and snow.

Within a few days, Murong Ji arrived near Qingcang Mountain.

The Qingcang Mountain here is the most important land vein in Northern Juluzhou, almost clamping down on the entire continent.

Lu Ya’s small demon palace is located here. Looking from the foot of the mountain, you can see the building that looks like a heavenly palace.

Lu Ya was originally the Golden Crow, and with the scorching heat of the Sun's true fire, he was able to open up a place suitable for farming in this land of ice and snow.

As Murong Ji walked along, he saw countless acquired demon tribes farming and living like humans.

"Is this... not enough food?"

Murong Ji smiled sarcastically. The system of Di Jun Dong Huang was not perfect. They had never considered how the acquired demon race should live.

In the past, there were countless innate demons, which could not be eaten or used up.

Now Lu Ya can’t even support some acquired demon tribes.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. He was not a person who was fond of killing. It would be fine to give these acquired demons a way to survive, but Lu Ya’s small court would definitely be destroyed.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji walked towards the top of the mountain step by step.

There was no way up Qingcang Mountain, so Murong Ji opened up the way bit by bit until he reached the mountainside, where he saw Lu Ya standing there waiting respectfully.

Seeing Murong Ji coming up the mountain, he bowed and said, "Lu Ya greets his father..."

"Father?" Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

Yafu is a respectful title, representing the blood relationship second only to that of father. Yafu is a father without blood relationship.

This title highly recognizes his status and role, and is similar to the role of a spiritual father.

Murong Ji looked a little impatient, "There is no relationship between you and me. I just spared your life because of your mother's request and my respect for Di Jun."

Lu Ya was wearing a golden imperial robe with dragon patterns. In the past, the robes they wore were embroidered with golden crows, but now they were replaced with dragon patterns.

That is the totem of the human race!
"Uncle!" Lu Ya bowed again. "My mother once told me that my life and death depend on your thoughts. She asked me to call you Uncle and respect you like a father."

Murong Ji snorted coldly, feeling unhappy. He was too lazy to pay attention to him and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step.

Lu Ya followed behind obediently and was extremely respectful.

When they were about to reach the top of the mountain, Murong Ji suddenly asked, "Who gave you that idea?"

Lu Ya's face turned pale instantly, but he didn't say anything.

After reaching Qingcang Mountain, Murong Ji stood at the gate of the palace and looked up. "Hmm, Lingxiao Palace, what a good name..."

Lu Ya's face turned pale. "I just picked it randomly... I..."

Murong Ji didn't listen to what he said. He walked into the Lingxiao Palace under the heaven and saw a man standing inside.

Business sheep.

"Shang Yang, I pay my respects to His Majesty the King of Men..." He bowed, it was a great ceremony.

Murong Ji stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Shang Yang calmly. He did not let him stand up. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Did you come up with that idea?"

"Yes! Your Majesty, please punish me."

Murong Ji walked around Shang Yang without saying much, and suddenly said, "No, you don't have that ability. It's Bai Ze, right? The demon saint who is as famous as the demon master Kunpeng."

"Emperor Jun's think tank, only he can see through the flaws and weaknesses of the human race."

"Your Majesty, you are worrying too much. I, Shang Yang, am certainly not weak..." As he said that, Shang Yang stood up on his own and looked at Murong Ji without much fear.

"Well, yes, what you said makes sense. In that case, you should report to the human race. I will give you a chance to display your talents, and then you can be reincarnated into the human race."

Immediately, Murong Ji slapped Shang Yang with one palm, killing him. Blood splattered all over Lu Ya, frightening him so much that he stood there in a daze, shaking uncontrollably.

"Just disappear, little demon. I'll make sure you survive in this wild world. Just don't cause any trouble with me."

After he finished speaking, Murong Ji turned around and didn't see Bai Ze. He said politely, "Old fox! You are so cunning!"

Then he left Qingcang Mountain and headed towards the East China Sea.

Not long after Murong Ji left, Lu Ya directly disbanded the small court of the demon tribe and rushed to another place at a very fast speed.

Go anywhere, just don't stay here.

Along the way, Murong Ji was waiting for news, wanting to see whether those immortal old creatures of the dragon clan would come out. It would be great if they could.

Murong Ji walked slowly for half a year before arriving at the East China Sea battlefield. What he didn't expect was that on the battlefield, many powerful dragons were defeated by the prehistoric masters who came to support them.

Murong Ji was a little stunned for a moment. In the human camp, Murong Ji even saw many familiar faces.

The earthly immortal forces headed by Zhen Yuanzi, the mature Guangchengzi, the Golden Spirit Mother of Jiejiao, the three Yunxiao sisters, Zhao Gongming and others were all there.

Among them were many of the 3,000 guests from the Zixiao Palace who came to support.

There are also some ancient and innate sacred beings that Murong Ji does not recognize.

"Oh, you don't need me anymore..."

(End of this chapter)