Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 980 You're just in time

"I'm your master! How can I harm you?! Look at your brothers and sisters. Do I care so much about any of them?!"

Murong Ji looked at Nuwa, whose eyes were filled with tears from the pain. For a moment, he felt relaxed both physically and mentally, and the anger in his heart was greatly relieved.

"You just have something against me! I can feel it!" The little girl stubbornly endured the pain, but it was too painful and she couldn't help choking up.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows and thought carefully about where he had any flaws. But in his heart, he thought, women's sixth sense is so strong? !

"Ahem, you're wrong. Your elder brother has already become the Emperor of Heaven, so you must be a good candidate as well. It breaks my heart to see you being so disappointing!"

Murong Ji's performance was a bit exaggerated, but he managed to fool people in the end.

Nuwa stood up and looked at Murong Ji's fake performance. The corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily and she took a deep breath.

"My senior brothers and sisters all have all kinds of magic weapons, why don't I have any?!"

Murong Ji was stunned. He had not forgotten this matter. He flipped his hand and the Precious Lotus Lantern appeared in his hand.

"Yes, this is the magic treasure that the Holy Mother bestowed upon me. It is a top-grade innate magic treasure with unparalleled attack and defense. I'm giving it to you now. Use it well!"

"I don't want it! You must have something else, show it to me!"

Having said that, Nuwa pounced directly on Murong Ji and tried to snatch the Qiankun Qingguang Ring from his hand.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he thought, could it be that Nuwa had noticed something? !
Or maybe there was some backup plan left among all the spiritual treasures? ! It allowed her to regain some spiritual wisdom?
How could he, who was able to fight his way out of a group of innate saints and was the first to become a saint, not have any backup plan?

If you said that she had recovered her sexual power and consciousness, Murong Ji would not be surprised.

After taking a close look at Nuwa's eyes and finding nothing unusual, Murong Ji let out a breath, grabbed Nuwa with a pair of pliers and pressed her down on the table.

"The ultimate innate spiritual treasure can't satisfy you? Are you trying to go to heaven?!"

"Are you going to attack the Nantian Gate? Pull your brother down from the position of Heavenly Emperor? Pin him to the ground and hammer him! Will you be satisfied?!"

Seeing Nuwa lying motionless on the table, she accepted her fate. Murong Ji secretly exhaled and directly put the Lotus Lantern in her hand.

"This is the only magic treasure. Take it or leave it. If you continue to be naughty, I will marry you off!"

"The dragon tribe is causing trouble again. I heard there are two of them. When the time comes... hehe!"

Nuwa shuddered all over and stood up with grievance. She looked at the Precious Lotus Lantern in her hand with disgust, but finally put it away.

With a cold snort, he turned and left Yuqing Palace.

Murong Ji looked at Nuwa's back with a frown. He always felt that there was something different about Nuwa.

Perhaps he had recovered some consciousness, but he had not fully recovered and was still in a hazy state of enlightenment.

"A cycle of reincarnation... can it really give Nuwa some enlightenment?! What the hell!"

Nuwa is like the daughter of the Great Dao, and she stuffs all kinds of good things into him. After reincarnation, what enlightenment can he have? !

Murong Ji suddenly took a breath of cold air, fearing that at this moment, he had been recorded in Nuwa's little notebook, waiting to be plotted against him in the future!

After Fuxi, there was another grand sacrifice. Murong Ji looked at it through his eyes and was stunned for a moment, but it was also expected.

The contemporary king offers sacrifices to the gods and ancestors, expresses gratitude to the earth for its nurturing, and is called... the Son of Heaven.

Under the name of Murong Ji, the first Heavenly Emperor was Ren Jiang, the second Heavenly Emperor was Suiren, and now, the third Heavenly Emperor is Fuxi, the Emperor of Man.

It is reasonable to respect the Emperor of Heaven as the ancestor of mankind and the King of Man as the Son of Heaven.

The status of the Human King was lowered, and he claimed to be a real dragon. The luck of the dragon clan flowed backwards, and in an instant, it turned into strands from all over the prehistoric world and flowed into the Fire Cloud Cave.

Because countless Dragon Kings were enfeoffed, the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea wanted to collect and gather so much luck, but it was helpless.

The corner of Murong Ji's mouth twitched. He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart, but it was a bit complicated.

The human race became the Emperor of Heaven out of selfish motives. A large number of people were arranged in various positions in the Heavenly Court. Among the 365 star gods, 360 were from the human race.

Nowadays, most of them have reached the realm of Daluo Jinxian.

With countless resources accumulated, they have a good foundation and ability. What they lack is the combat experience accumulated from conquering various tribes.

Nearly 90% of the gods in various important positions and even in mountains, rivers and streams are human. They control various important positions from heaven to hell.

Murong Ji felt helpless for a moment. Strictly speaking, it was not wrong to call him the Son of Heaven. Looking at the current Human King of Lieshan Tribe, who was wearing a dragon robe with black patterns and gold threads, he felt mixed emotions.

This person is definitely not the Shennong Emperor who tasted hundreds of herbs. He sighed and said in a voice transmission: [Rest and recuperate.]

The king was stunned for a moment, then accepted the order.

Soon after that, countless gods with names were moved to the altar to enjoy the blessings of humanity.

A sacrifice, grand and grand.

The majestic good fortune spreads to all directions, and everyone benefits.

After coming back to his senses, Murong Ji continued to practice with his eyes closed. In his heart, he was thinking that Hong Yun should be reincarnated...

Hell.

Murong Ji walked along the bank of the Wangchuan River, looking at the clear water below, and for a moment he felt a little emotional. The operation of the underworld became more and more orderly, and various mechanisms were gradually improved, and it looked more and more like the underworld in later generations. However, before the last checkpoint, a huge millstone was set up.

This millstone is composed of yin and yang energy, and is used to grind the bodies of the monks and great men in the world. If a monk dies and his body does not turn into dust, it will be ground into dust and turned into soil.

When approaching the Yellow Spring Water, Murong Ji was suddenly stunned. A real spirit appeared in front of him. This real spirit had not yet completely dissipated, and it seemed that it had the ability to resist the invasion of the water of the Forgetful River.

Murong Ji was a little stunned for a moment, this kind of power was not unfamiliar to him. In the world of Fox Spirit Matchmaker, they used this method to resist the invasion from outside the circle.

The true spirit was in a state of confusion, constantly floating up and down in the water of the Forgotten River, as if in the depths of his consciousness, he wanted to break free from the water of the Forgotten River and reach the shore.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, feeling a sense of familiarity, as if it was that old friend.

After thinking about it carefully, it seems that no familiar old friends have passed away. Except Hongyun...

It seems that my memory of him is very deep.

Murong Ji stretched out his hand and picked up this consciousness. Most of the soul had been decomposed and dissipated by the water of Wangchuan River. This true spirit was the soul that was re-brewed.

To be precise, he is almost a different person.

"The other half of Hongyun's soul?!"

Murong Ji was not sure. This soul was composed of countless consciousnesses, and it was dissolved into this state. He really could not recognize it.

After fishing it out, some Yellow Spring Water was poured out from a small bottle. This Yellow Spring Water can repair the spirit and mend the soul.

Watch him transform into a complete soul little by little, and then turn into a light blue soul body.

Murong Ji's heart was beating violently.

Emperor Jun!

I really didn't expect that he was actually Di Jun!

A peak quasi-saint, although he was surrounded by calamity, he could place his soul on the avenue and look for an opportunity to come back. How could he have entered this reincarnation? ! !

Murong Ji looked at him carefully and confirmed that it was Di Jun without a doubt. For a moment, he was silent again.

"It's you! Ren Jiang, you're dead! You came to the Netherworld!!! Hahahaha!"

Murong Ji's face darkened, and he directly scolded: "You are dreaming! Hou Tu is my wife now, in charge of the entire cycle of life and death, what do you think?!"

Di Jun's laughter stopped abruptly, and the look he gave Murong Ji became more sinister.

"The Dao is blind! How could someone like you gain such power?"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and directly detained the emperor's soul in his hand.

You can doubt Di Jun's strength, but you must never doubt his ability.

A generation of Demon Emperor, who has greatly advanced the progress of the entire prehistoric world. Such a person is hard to come by.

"How about I make a deal with you to end the karma between you and me?"

"What deal do I have with you? You can kill me or chop me up, it's all up to you, but don't humiliate me!"

Murong Ji laughed twice: "The human race will prosper, but how? How can it prosper? Those high and mighty saints will not bestow gifts, so the human race can only do it little by little."

"Now the common leader of the human race, Fuxi, has already sat on the throne of heaven and earth and obtained the opportunity to become a saint. The saint of humanity, Dijun, are you... not tempted!?"

Murong Ji was bewitching with a smile on his face, and looking at Di Jun's expression, he knew that he was moved.

They are innately sacred and born to pursue the Tao. This is their nature, but it is different from that of humans.

Murong Ji then said: "If you help me revitalize the human race, I will allow you to use the human race's luck and even help you take the last step."

"But you have to swear that from now on, you are no longer the demon emperor Jun, but the emperor of the human race, and you will always put the interests of the human race first! How do you do that?"

Di Jun closed his eyes and said nothing, completely ignoring Murong Ji, but he was thinking secretly in his heart.

Murong Ji smacked his lips, not in a hurry. He walked closer to the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk, and saw Ping Xin. His heart couldn't help but warm up. He couldn't help but walk forward and hug her in his arms, sniffing the scent on her body.

After glancing around to make sure there was no one around, he sealed Di Jun's soul again and whispered in her ear, "I miss you."

Pingxin chuckled, "Are you thinking about me or Hou Tu?"

Murong Ji smiled and said, "Of course it's you."

As he spoke, he put his hands on Pingxin's back, wandered around, and rubbed her gently, ignoring her shyness and struggle.

The other hand slowly wrapped around her slender waist, wishing he could rub Pingxin into his body and feel the other's tenderness and love.

Pingxin, who was as quiet and gentle as a young lady from a wealthy family, refused at first and then allowed Murong Ji to bully her.

Suddenly, Pingxin pressed her chest tightly, looked at Murong Ji with a blushing face, and shook her head.

How could Murong Ji care about those things? !

(End of this chapter)