Chapter 839: The Leader of the Wu Clan

This thing is a spiritual wood, as hard as iron, as black as ink, and quite heavy. Murong Ji couldn't tell what it was exactly. There were too many magical things in the ancient times.

It is still okay to use it as a magic weapon in the early stages of practice.

Carrying it on his back, he walked out of the cave and saw Xuan Du and Shi Liuli coming towards him.

Both of them were silent, looking at Murong Ji without saying a word.

Murong Ji clasped his fists towards the two of them, still without saying a word, he walked past them and headed towards the outskirts of the tribe.

Murong Ji could understand their feelings, they were the first and second innate human race, and their most important responsibility was to find a way to lead their people to gain a foothold in this world.

These two people are different from other innate humans. They carry a large amount of human luck and the merits left over from when Nuwa founded the human race.

These things are the foundation of the human race. Once they are scattered, the human race will be exterminated in an instant. The death of one of the two people is a huge loss to the human race.

These things were all Murong Ji's conjectures after observing for these years. Murong Ji felt that there must be an inexplicable connection between the two.

If they were really afraid of death, they would climb to the top of Fengqi Mountain and live in the Queen Wa Palace. Even if they were just a doorman, no one would dare to mess with them. Why would they lead their people to survive in this desolate mountain and dense forest?
After walking a few steps, a figure followed behind him. Murong Ji turned around and saw that it was Feng Xu and Xuan Nu.

Murong Ji waved at them, signaling them to go back quickly. When Goddess Nuwa created humans, only these few were given names, and for the human race, each of them has different meanings.

They all carry merits and fortune to a certain extent, but we cannot let anything happen to them.

The other innate humans died, and it was fair to pay the price for survival. If it was those with names who died, it would be quite unworthy.

Murong Ji exhaled, drew out the Tianwen Sword from behind, flew up on the sword, and headed down the mountain.

"Ginger! Ginger! Wait for me! Wait for me!"

Hearing an urgent call from behind, Murong Ji turned around and saw Feng Xu chasing on the ground desperately. He was so tired that he was panting. The blood in his body was surging wildly, and his face turned red from holding it in.

The speed was not much slower than Murong Ji's sword riding.

You know, Murong Ji flew his sword in an instant, and Feng Xu was able to catch up, which surprised him.

In Murong Ji's opinion, the innate human race has good qualifications and foundation. What they lack is the sedimentation and inheritance of countless years of human race.

If he were born in the future, he would definitely be a genius who will never be seen again!
Unfortunately, without humanistic education, these innate and acquired humans are nothing more than hairy, blood-drinking beasts, and they are the weakest beasts at that.

To transform from a beast into a human being requires a long period of sedimentation and domestication. To put it nicely, it is called education, and that is actually what it is.

Knowing etiquette leads to civilization, but the human race still has a long way to go, and it cannot be changed by the emergence of one or two powerful people.

Murong Ji sighed softly. If he didn't stop, this fool would tire himself to death! The flying sword fell to the ground. Feng Xu also ran to Murong Ji and said breathlessly: "Jiang, take me... I know... where they... they are going!"

Murong Ji thought about it and realized that it was true. He didn’t often go out hunting with them and was not very familiar with the surrounding environment.

There was someone who knew the way, which was not bad. He immediately grabbed Feng Xu's arm, took him to the Tianwen Sword, and flew down the mountain at a very fast speed.

Zhoushan, as the pillar of the ancient world, not only covers a vast area, but also separates the four directions of heaven and earth. The four directions of heaven and earth are all divided based on Zhoushan.

After flying at high speed for more than half an hour, they finally arrived at their hunting place. Then, following Feng Xu's direction, they flew directly down the mountain for a long time.

With just a Zhoushan Mountain, Murong Ji witnessed the vastness of this world.

The terrain here is steep everywhere. You can find a place at random and set up a formation according to the ground veins. The power will be extremely amazing.

The power of heaven and earth carried by Zhoushan is simply astonishing and terrifying. Murong Ji even wondered if these places where formations could be set up were the birthplaces of the innate creatures that died in the previous catastrophes.
Feeling someone tugging at the animal skin on his body, Murong Ji came to his senses and looked in the direction Feng Xu pointed.

He was startled and hurriedly hid in the bushes, escaping underground with Feng Xu.

Hiding behind a tree, Murong Jiwei opened his eyes, the black pupils in his eyes slowly turned white, and his pair of eyes looked through the endless bushes and trees and fell on a group of people in the jungle.

These people, in terms of clothing alone, are dressed more gorgeously than humans. The gorgeous here does not refer to silk or jade.

It’s the quality of the animal skins. The animal skins they wear are the real furs of the great monsters of the demon race.

These witches looked no different from humans, but they were a bit more muscular than humans. Their skin was darker, some of them looked like bronze.

There is a team of fourteen witches in total, and in the middle of the team is the leader of this team.

There was no need to tell the difference; the woman was dressed differently from the others. Also, the young wizard next to the woman was much taller than the witch, and he carried a large, somewhat rough bow on his back.

That big bow is a magic weapon!
Murong Ji's pupils shrank and his heart sank slightly. The risk this time was much greater than he had imagined.

At this moment, the witch in the lead suddenly turned around and looked over. Murong Ji instantly stopped breathing and merged with the surrounding environment, blending in with the light and dust! At the same time, Murong Ji also saw the appearance of the witch through his blue eyes.

The delicate face was the size of a palm, but it was extremely delicate and pretty, not coquettish, but rather heroic. There was authority in her words, and it seemed that her status in the witch clan was not low.

Murong Ji was secretly frightened. He could not see through her strength and background. The faint feeling of danger kept lingering in his mind, making his heart sink.

[I am definitely no match for this person right now! ]

Looking to the side, his sight fell on the young man from the Wu clan. Murong was very sure that he was no match for this man.

As long as he is given time to practice, it won’t take long, just fifty years, and he is confident that he can defeat these witch hammers!
As for the twelve ancestor witches, Murong Ji had no idea what level the Golden Immortals and Quasi-Sages were, so he didn't dare to make any rash estimates.

Not far away, behind him were two men from the Wu tribe, carrying a wooden bar, and hanging under the bar was Fenghua.

When he saw Feng Hua, Feng Xu became anxious and wanted to rush out to save her.

Murong Ji pulled him back into the bushes, his eyes calm, and he slowly said: "You stay here to meet them, I will go to meet them. You are the most crucial point in whether we can escape, don't let us die in vain!"

Murong Ji's expression was solemn, as if he had handed Feng Xu a heavy burden. After making sure that Feng Xu would not act rashly, Murong Ji looked at the vines beside him, quietly cut off a large piece, and refined it with the Samadhi True Fire.

He discovered that with his current level of cultivation, he was not yet able to gather the Pure Karma Sword Lotus. He could only use the Samadhi True Fire to refine the Immortal Binding Rope to defeat the enemy.

Then, Murong Ji flashed, sank into the ground, and sneaked past silently.

Hiding beside a rock several meters underground, Murong Ji's gaze fell on Feng Hua. Feng Hua's condition was not very good now, but fortunately she was still alive.

It's just... a little strange.

At this moment, the witches passed by from above, but Murong Ji did not move at all. He tried his best to gather his breath and blend it with the surrounding land.

The essence of the Five Elements Escape Technique is to transform oneself into an aura that corresponds to the five elements.

Murong Ji was a little nervous because he hadn't found out their background yet. After they passed by, Murong Ji slowly stuck his head out and looked at the sky, which was gradually getting dark.

According to the estimated time, they would not be able to get back to the Wu Clan's residence before dark. [It would be good if they could spend a night on the hillside of Zhou Mountain.]

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath, and then quietly followed underground for a while, looking for an opportunity to attack again.

It's approaching night.

This group of witches found a place to rest for a while.

As the sky gradually darkened and became increasingly gloomy, the beauty of the moonlight above the surrounding mountains was truly intoxicating.

The watery moonlight slowly spread to all parts of Zhou Mountain, dyeing each holy spirit on Zhou Mountain with a layer of silver frost.

Murong Ji poked his head out from underground and looked up at the moonlight in the sky. The moonlight was really like water and mist. The moonlight seemed to be sprinkled down like it was free. Murong Ji had never seen this in other worlds.

He was just like a country bumpkin, staring at the moonlight in the sky with obsession. In this kind of cultivation environment, he could push every realm to the extreme and improve his cultivation quickly.

Maybe not even fifty years.

Then, Murong Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the Wu Clan team a thousand meters away, frowned slightly, raised his sword finger, made a mantra, and the faint sword energy pointed to the sky.

Not long after, a dark cloud floated over from not far above Zhou Mountain, vaguely covering the moonlight.

The sky changes color,

The woman who was the leader of the Wu Clan frowned and looked up at the sky, subconsciously feeling that something was wrong. But she didn't find anything unusual, so she stood up, took two steps forward, and looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, feeling a little surprised and stunned.

But what is more confusing is that the arrival of these dark clouds is somewhat strange.

"Wake up! Don't sleep so soundly!" A clear voice sounded, and it sounded a bit childish, but no one dared to refute it. It seemed to have absolute majesty.

"Chief, how about I keep watch myself?" The young man from the witch tribe said, carrying a large bow on his back, as he walked up to the witch.

This man was considered tall among the witches. He had a calm face, a well-proportioned body, and was quite handsome.

"Can!"

Murong Ji watched from afar, and for a moment he was unsure of the woman's background. He knew too little, and many people and things in this world were unknown.

(End of this chapter)