Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 998 More Like a Toothpick
Murong Ji chuckled and said, "Thank you for coming to help me!"

Zhen Yuanzi sat cross-legged in front of the formation, opened his eyes slightly, and murmured, "Just don't forget about Hongyun."

"Oh, who do you think I am? I have made all the arrangements for Hongyun's three souls."

"So good."

After much difficulty, the battle situation was stabilized slightly. Murong Ji slightly twisted the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, and in an instant, the formation was operating at a high speed, and countless streams of light gathered between heaven and earth.

The mountains, rivers, earth, stars and white clouds all had an inexplicable force coming towards the North Sea, and were all immersed in the Zhoutian Stars and Dutian Shensha formations.

Heaven and earth are connected, and all living things seem to come to help, just like a saint arriving.

When everyone looked up, they saw a huge sword that seemed to have come out of the chaos and cut through the entire prehistoric world. The tip of the sword was pointing downward, slowly slashing down from the sky.

This sword has seven blades, and each blade has seven colors: red, orange, red, green, blue, indigo, and purple.

The seven sword bodies merged into one, accompanied by countless flowing sword qi, and the starlight turned into a sharp sword.

Mountains, rivers, and breath also turned into sword energy.

The world is turned upside down and a murderous disaster is coming!
Wherever the endless sword energy passed, it was like the end of the world.

A large amount of blood mist exploded, sword energy was like rain and long dragon, the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array and the Dutian Shensha Array seemed to be blessed.

It runs smoothly and is more powerful than ever.

The sword energy gathered, and wherever it passed, there was dead silence.

Daluo Jinxian!

What can we do?! They are just like pigs and dogs! They are slaughtered at will.

Under the great formation, the so-called Golden Immortal is nothing more than a stronger ant.

There were wails and screams everywhere, and a blood mist dyed the entire North Sea red, rolling with the waves on the sea.

In a short period of time, the North Sea became like a sea of ​​blood and a river of Hades, even worse than before.

Fuxi stared blankly at the sky. Countless sword energy was emanating from the seven giant swords. It was impossible to tell whether it was sword energy or starlight.

Seeing the fate of the ancient world being drawn over, all turned into murderous intent and a killing calamity. At this moment, above the sea and sky, Murong Ji, holding up the Zhuxian Sword, was like the great calamity of heaven and earth itself.

It also seems like he is the one who started the infinite calamity...

"The great catastrophe..." Fuxi muttered to himself and could not recover for a long time.

Murong Ji looked down and saw that the situation under the North Sea had been reversed. The human race had turned the situation around.

The Zhu Xian Sword Formation played an indispensable role in defeating the larger force with the smaller one.

The next moment, Murong Ji frowned slightly. Wisps of black aura slowly emerged from under the entire North Sea and gathered towards the sky.

Most of them gathered around Murong Ji, who was stunned for a moment. Is this calamity energy? !
Rather than calling it a calamity, it is better to call it the resentment of living beings! !
Living beings are unwilling to die, so they guide the resentment around them to transform into evil spirits, which creates the resentment of all living beings, and its power is quite powerful.

Murong Ji gently twisted the Zhu Xian Sword without any fear. He used the formation to guide the resentful evil spirits of these living beings into the Zhu Xian Sword, transforming them into the foundation of the Zhu Xian Sword.

As the Zhu Xian Sword kills more lives, more resentment from living beings accumulates, and killing saints will become easier.

The resentful evil spirits of living beings can restrain the immortal species.

This is what Murong Ji has experienced over and over again in the past few worlds. Saints are also human beings. Even if they place their souls on the Great Dao, does that mean they will not die?
As long as the past and the future are cut off, the saint will be dead within this period of time.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji looked down again. Above the sea, a large number of resentful creatures emerged. The sin of slaughtering all living beings was no greater than this.

Murong Ji looked up and saw that the calamity energy gathered by the dark clouds in the sky was getting thicker and thicker. Without saying anything more, he swallowed up the whole sky and took in all the dark clouds in his mouth.

Swallow it into your stomach like chewing it, and it will become your own foundation.

Soon, Murong Ji saw a large number of dragons disperse.

They scattered in all directions. There were millions of Golden Immortals that could not be killed. No one knew how many people died. More than half of the 70,000 Daluo Golden Immortals were killed or injured.

Compared with the original dragon clan, they were seriously injured.

Murong Ji sank into the water, guiding the Zhuxian Sword Formation to hunt down the scattered Golden Immortals of the Dragon Clan.

At this moment, every death is a treasure for the human race.

These Golden Immortals of the Dragon Clan are the resources for cultivation.

Their Tao and methods can be transformed into golden elixirs, which can help the human race produce many more masters.

Some were slaughtering, some were collecting corpses, and the bloodthirsty beads on the command platform were madly absorbing the blood around them to purify the entire sea.

"Ouch!"

There was a dragon roar, but it was extremely powerful. Murong Ji's pupils shrank. Just by listening to this dragon roar, he knew that the old dragon was at the same level as himself.

His expression changed slightly, but a hint of fighting spirit rose in his heart, and at the same time he felt relieved.

After Emperor Jun became the Eastern Emperor, he rarely took action and rarely had the opportunity to do so.

After a dragon roar, the scattered dragon soldiers slowly and orderly entered Guixu.

When they came out again, they were less panicked and became more orderly. They helped other scattered dragons to escape or enter Guixu. Murong Ji frowned, feeling a little sorry that the results of the battle were greatly reduced!

Looking up, one can see an ancient blue dragon hovering above the entire Guixu.

The dragon exudes a sense of vigor, as if it has experienced countless baptisms of wind and dust and crossed countless time and space.

If we use civilization as an analogy, then this dragon is civilization.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows, his sexual power and life palace were almost on par with his own.

Murong Ji is not bragging. After traveling through several worlds, he naturally has his own abilities.

This blue dragon is taller than Murong Ji, not shorter.

His cultivation was only a step away from breaking through to the Saint realm. More importantly, he did not follow the path of slaying the Three Corpses, but a path of cultivation that he had figured out on his own.

This is extremely rare and precious. Compared with this blue dragon, the Yuanfeng that I met before becomes not so outstanding.

Both are the finishing touch, but this door is different. Once this blue dragon becomes a saint, he will definitely be the most saintly among saints.

People of the same level as Hongjun, Taiqing, and Houtu.

The most important thing is that no one has ever seized his authority. He is a complete and holy immortal.

Murong Ji frowned, slowly exhaled, and looked at the countless dragon corpses killed by the endless Zhuxian sword energy and countless stars and starlight.

Densely floating on the sea, the red water of the North Sea looked like a sea of ​​blood, soaking the dragon corpses.

Nowadays, the casualties of the dragon clan have been controlled. After a great battle, almost half of them were killed or wounded. For the human race, it is already a great victory.

But Murong Ji felt that it was still not enough.

Even if the current dragon clan loses Murong Ji, the formation, and Fuxi, the human race will not be able to deal with them.

This is not enough! Far from enough!
Murong Ji looked up again and looked at the huge body that seemed to span the North Sea. In his sight, it was like a wall, blocking the North Sea and blocking the water veins.

This huge innate creature lived from the same era as Taoist Ancestor Hongjun.

Murong Ji suppressed the shock in his heart. Zulong's huge body made him feel a kind of giant fear.

Flying in the air with a sword, Murong Ji looked up at the huge Zhu Xian main sword in his hand. This was a Zhu Xian formation formed by condensing spiritual energy and evil spirits with the power of the ancient world.

With this formation, he can defeat even a saint!
But at this moment, the edge of the Zhuxian sword was like a toothpick in front of Zulong, looking somewhat pitiful and ridiculous.

Now that things have come to this, no matter what, we have to fight this blue dragon.

Murong Ji's eyes suddenly became fierce, and before he could take any action, he heard Zulong's voice slowly approaching.

"Ren Jiang, our two tribes will stop fighting. The dragon tribe will retreat to the sea, and the human tribe will live on land, and we will not invade each other. If you are still worried, how about we swear an oath?"

The rumbling sound caused waves that made the entire North Sea surface surge and surging.

Fuxi was secretly shocked and looked up at Murong Ji in the sky, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He also had the potential to become a saint, all he lacked was an opportunity. However, under this Canglong, he seemed so depressed.

Unable to muster the slightest desire to resist, Fuxi lowered his head and said, "The ancient ancestor dragon is truly terrifying!"

Murong Ji thought about it carefully, weighing the gap between himself and this Canglong.
There is definitely a gap. He is the one who fought with Tao Ancestor Hongjun for the Tao, and he also fought with Demon Ancestor Luohou. What kind of battles has he not seen?

Sometimes, body size represents combat power.

Murong Ji waved the Zhu Xian Sword in his hand. The Zhu Xian Sword, which could directly split the sky, was like a toothpick in front of this man. If he moved it again... it would be more like a toothpick...

"No! Senior Zulong, I would like to weigh your strength."

"Humph! It's too much!"

The next moment, a tail slapped over.

The momentum was surging, and as the huge dragon body moved, endless waves scattered in all directions and directly rushed onto the land of Uttarakuru.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, he looked up, it was as if the sky was pressing down on him, and he held up his left hand.

He directly held up the huge dragon's tail, and it seemed as if it was floating lightly, without even the energy to carry it, and the water waves did not surge at all...

Holding up the sky with one hand!

After this fight, both of them had an idea of ​​each other's strength.

"It's quite interesting." Murong Ji murmured.

Soon, the huge dragon tail slowly raised up, and its huge pupils, which were comparable to the sun and the moon, stared at Murong Ji for a long time, and then slowly said: "The opportunity to become a saint?! You are going to become a saint? No wonder..."

No wonder Murong Ji dared to fight against the dragon clan, no wonder the human race had such confidence.

Murong Ji smacked his lips. This old dragon was even stronger than him. If he fought with all his might, he could even take down a saint.

It can be considered an alternative way of achieving enlightenment!
"You think too much. The one who is truly going to be sanctified is right under you."

Zulong was stunned for a moment, then his huge body began to twist and his dragon head dived underwater.

(End of this chapter)