Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 987 Are you really that ancestor?

Not long after, Yunxiao came over, exchanged a few words of greeting, and looked at the Golden Spirit Mother with an increasingly unfriendly expression.

Murong Ji was overwhelmed. How did he end up encountering such a thing?

Murong Ji is not popular. He is a real villain, so naturally not many people are willing to make friends with him.

How can a person who can plot against the person next to him have a deep friendship with anyone?

Only Hongyun, and the three Yunxiao sisters and Zhao Gongming, regarded him as a friend, or even a relative...

Murong Ji sighed lightly, and the three of them stood silently under the Biyou Palace, watching the magic weapons and elixirs in the square being picked up one by one.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, don't worry. As long as I'm here, the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea will not be able to prosper." The Golden Spirit Mother suddenly spoke.

Murong Ji nodded, then clasped his fists and responded: "In that case, thank you very much, fellow Taoist."

The base number of the dragon clan is actually not small, and their reproductive capacity is also very strong, but the cultivation of direct bloodline is extremely difficult.

For example, if one is a direct descendant of the dragon clan and his bloodline reaches a certain level, a random pool of blood can turn the fish and shrimp in the river into dragons.

Just a casual pee can turn snakes on the ground, fish and shrimps, and creatures in the water into dragons.

Although he is a mixed-blood dragon, the Ancestral Dragon has found a way to evolve his bloodline.

These mixed-blood dragons can practice according to their bloodline and continue to refine their own bloodline to become pure-blood dragons.

This is also the reason why Murong Ji has been suppressing the dragon clan. If one day they can wash away the calamity brought about by the entire Longhan catastrophe.

They will never be content to be inferior to others, and will stir up trouble when they find an opportunity. Their advantages are much greater than those of humans.

Why do humans have a better destiny?
Because the human race is not closed.

Murong Ji once shared the luck of the human race with all the powerful beings in the prehistoric world, from saints to independent cultivators. Which of these powerful beings in the prehistoric world had not earned luck and merit from the human race?
It’s not surprising that so many innate gods come to help.

After everyone had taken away the magic weapons and elixirs in the square, Murong Ji stood up and said goodbye, walking out of the Biyou Palace.

Sitting on the square of Biyou Palace, Murong Ji suddenly looked back. The layout of the entire Biyou Palace was like a tower, with each floor higher than the last.

Looking at the misty clouds, it seemed as if a pair of eyes were falling on him. Retracting his gaze, Murong Ji continued to walk out of the Biyou Palace.

Through the clouds, above the attic of Biyou Palace.

Master Tongtian stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, watching Murong Ji walk step by step in the square, in silence.

"Master, does this person really have the strength of a saint?"

Master Tongtian glanced at his eldest disciple, was silent for a moment, and then said: "I don't know..."

"Then why... Master treats him as an equal?"

Tongtian Patriarch sighed and said, "You were born late, so you don't understand many things."

"Take the most recent one, for example. When the pillar of heaven collapsed, he was able to hold up the entire world. This level of strength is difficult for ordinary saints to achieve. At least as your teacher, I don't have that confidence."

"When the six of us appeared around him, he didn't panic at all. His eyes were indifferent, showing that he didn't care about our presence."

Taoist Duobao was shocked. He couldn't understand what it meant to face six saints without fear.

"Your master has plotted against him many times, but he has always cracked them silently. Only twice has his mind been shaken, but he quickly calmed down. Even a teacher may not have such a state of mind."

Master Tongtian looked at Murong Ji's departing back, slowly withdrew his gaze, then turned around and walked towards the tea table in the attic.

Taoist Duobao followed closely behind him, took a few steps forward, and poured a cup of tea for his master in advance.

"Your master uncle has a dispute with him. But he is always ahead of the saints step by step."

"The human race is flourishing. The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. When we calculated it, the Heavenly Emperor and the Human Emperor had already been decided. We can't calculate the Earth Emperor, Hongyun..."

"If you want to achieve something, you can only start with the Five Emperors."

"Ah! It's not simple. He follows the acquired sword path. If it weren't for him, who would have thought that the sword path would be so sharp!"

"It's called the Way of the Sword, but it's actually the Way of Mankind! It forced my elder brother to take one step back, and then he would retreat step by step. Now even half of this authority of mankind has been taken away by the Fulong Ding."

"Daoyou Fuxi is on his side again. It's really puzzling."

Master Tongtian picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then put it down. These words were not so much for his disciple to hear as for himself to sort out his thoughts.

After coming to his senses, he immediately asked, "Did you meet your uncle Nuwa when you went to the Nuwa Palace this time?"

Taoist Duobao stood aside respectfully and said, "I have never seen them. I only saw two disciples of Nüwa."

Tongtian Sect Master's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "Call me Uncle Master!"

Taoist Duobao rolled his eyes helplessly, and then said: "My disciple made a mistake, it was Uncle Nuwa. Please forgive me, Master."

Tongtian Sect Master's expression looked better now. "I heard that Ren Jiang has a new Lingyun girl by his side. She is extremely lucky."

"I think that Junior Sister Nuwa was tricked by him into falling into a calamity. It's possible..."

Then, there was another silence. For several hours, Duobao Daoist stood aside quietly without saying a word. When Tongtian Sect Master came to his senses, he stepped forward and asked, "Master, Junior Sister Jinling and Junior Sister Yunxiao..."

Tongtian Sect Master instantly understood what he meant, then nodded and said, "Let them go. The origin of the Golden Spirit is compatible with the origin of the human ginger."

"If I could be guided by him, it would be a blessing for Jin Ling. As for Yun Xiao..."

Thinking of Yunxiao, Tongtian felt a little sick. Although the three Yunxiao sisters could not be said to have the same origin as the Three Pure Ones, they did have some kinship.

All along, Master Tongtian has discussed religion with Yunxiao as an equal, and has been very caring towards the three sisters.

Although we cannot be close companions, I still care for and love her as if she were my own sister.

But Tongtian Cult Master felt a little uncomfortable, and Yunxiao's heart was also on Murong Ji. It was like watching his own cabbage fall on the pig.

Shouting loudly, Push me! Push me! And the pig was still disgusted, who could stand this? ! !

"Ah! Let her be."

Murong Ji flew to the shore of the East China Sea and found a city to live in. He was waiting for news.

How could the dragon clan give up unless they bleed this time?

For dozens of days, there was no news. Murong Ji was not in a hurry and just lived quietly in this city.

More than half a month later, Murong Ji had just finished his meal in the inn and was about to go upstairs to rest when he saw Taoist Duobao walk in.

Behind him followed Yunxiao and the Golden Spirit Holy Mother.

Just as they were about to say hello, they looked up and saw seven or eight more dragon disciples following behind them.

When these people walked into the inn, they saw the Four Dragon Kings walking behind them.

The old Dragon King of the East China Sea today looks much older than before, and still vaguely resembles the Dragon King that Murong Ji killed at Chentang Pass.

I just don't know what their relationship is.

"We have this place covered! Everyone else, get out of here!" A scolding brought Murong Ji back to his senses.

Turning around, he saw several descendants of the Dragon Clan driving out all the guests in the inn, and kicking those who walked slowly.

How could ordinary humans withstand a kick from the dragon clan? The man fell outside the inn and was half-dead.

Arrogant and domineering!

It looked like he was an experienced hand and the movements had almost become subconscious.

Several dragon disciples immediately turned around and led them to sit down with smiles on their faces. The Four Dragon Kings sat at a table as if nothing had happened.

Just as he was about to call the waiter over, he was stunned when he looked up and his face suddenly stiffened.

Taoist Duobao, Yunxiao, and Jinling stood still. For a moment, the Four Seas Dragon Kings were neither standing nor sitting...

Murong Ji sneered and looked up, then saw Yunxiao walking out of the door and treating the seriously injured human. He would not die, but would be left disabled.

Murong Ji waved his hands casually and healed the man's injuries with both hands. He watched him leave in panic and then looked away.

His eyes fell on the Four Seas Dragon Kings.

At this time, the Four Dragon Kings had already stood up, bowed to Murong Ji to apologize, and then bowed to the three Duobao Taoists to apologize.

Yun Xiao frowned and walked beside the Golden Spirit Mother. "The Dragon Clan... is really so majestic..."

"Mrs. Yunxiao, calm down, calm down. We were indeed rude." The North Sea Dragon King bowed hastily. "We will send an apology to your mansion later. Please..."

After the words fell, Duobao and the other two all frowned, and Jin Ling scolded: "Who wants your broken things! We in Biyou Palace are not rich, but we are not begging for food!"

In an instant, the atmosphere in the inn became solemn.

Jin Ling's face turned pale. The dragon clan looked down on them, the disciples of the Biyou Palace. What the North Sea Dragon King said sounded like blackmail.

"Haha, everyone please take a seat."

After Murong Ji finished speaking, the atmosphere became a little better.

Murong Ji casually beckoned the shopkeeper nearby and asked, "Do they pay for eating and drinking here?"
The shopkeeper was also a shrewd man. He could naturally tell which one was easy to mess with and which one was not. He immediately put on a smile, walked forward a few steps, and bowed his head.

"Sir, what are you talking about? It's a blessing for our restaurant that this bunch of dragon kings come to eat here. How dare we ask for money?"

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the shopkeeper's fake smile, and couldn't help but sneered and nodded his finger.

"This lawsuit is of high quality. How did you know that?"

The shopkeeper exhaled slightly and glanced at the people in the inn. Seeing that they were all standing in a row like quails, not daring to act presumptuously, he knew that he had met a master.

Then, he asked with some doubt: "Are you really that ancestor?!"

(End of this chapter)