Chapter 841 Two down-to-earth goddesses.

It is no different from the acquired human race, but it is very different from the innate human race. At this time, don't talk about whether it is obscene or not, the dog's life is important!
In the case of life safety, the opportunity to explore the physical foundation of the Wu Clan must not be missed. From this perspective, the Wu Clan will become a major obstacle for the human race on this mountain in the future.

In this case, staring can also bring some pressure to some opponents. You can be bad, but as long as you exist and your eyes are on her, she will be on guard against your sudden attack.

This forces her to be on guard against you, and if she is not paying attention, she will get hurt or even die.

Don't think that this method is despicable. If it really comes to a life-and-death fight, as long as you can attract the other person's attention and mind, you have a chance to survive!
That is the most effective means for our side, because he has to guard against you, he has no choice but to guard against you.

Murong Ji's gaze seemed to have a shape, falling on the witch, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

The witch looked down at Murong Ji with some anger in her eyes, but Murong Ji was a small figure and not worthy of attention for the time being.

Then, the witch clasped her hands and said, "Hou Tu, I pay my respects to the goddess Nuwa!"

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. Hou Tu? ! The Ancestral Witch Hou Tu? ! !

The next moment, beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. At this time, Hou Tu should have reached the level of a quasi-sage, right? !

He swallowed subconsciously, his whole body going limp. After escaping life and death, he was so completely relaxed that he couldn't stand up.

How long has it been since I last felt this way? ! As long as someone has the word "holy", Murong Ji will definitely not be able to deal with him.

Then, Murong Ji looked towards Hou Tu, and his eyes became much more restrained.

How could he not understand at this moment? How could he, with his insignificant cultivation, escape from a quasi-saint?

If it weren't for Nuwa restraining Hou Tu from using her full strength, she would have been captured long ago. Not to mention anything else, the feeling of escaping death has just faded away.

[See? Hehe... When did you become so polite?! ]

Murong Ji secretly exhaled a breath and heard the sound coming from the Wahuang Palace. It was a rumbling sound, similar to the harmony of the power of heaven and earth, but it was a little strange...

"It's just respect for the strong. If I become a saint first, you will be more respectful to me than I am now."

Hou Tu looked normal, looking in the direction of the Wa Palace, but her tone was not respectful. She raised her lips slightly and said with a smile: "After all, you don't have as deep a background as me."

"Empty blessings only make you luckier. The foundation left to us by Father God is extraordinary. Even if you become a saint, what can you do to us?"

Murong Ji secretly said, "Fuck!" This is really a big deal. It's fine to arrest humans at the foot of the Wa Palace, but to block the entrance of the Wa Palace and speak in this tone, is this the attitude of a prehistoric creature towards a saint?

Don't take Nuwa seriously? ! ! Murong was really shocked. At this time, he also understood that Nuwa and Houtu were probably old rivals.

Murong Ji just realized that there should have been three wars between the Lich and the Demon, but now there have been two wars.

Before the Third Lich War, the human race was born and Nuwa became a saint.

In the first two battles, these two rare goddesses in the prehistoric world, I wonder if they were really angry? ! !

The woman was a vengeful person, and for a moment, Murong Ji's gossipy thoughts emerged.

【Humph! 】

A cold snort came from the Queen Wa Palace, and in an instant, Hou Tu spat out a mouthful of blood.

But Hou Tu did not give in at all. She stood there looking coldly in the direction of the Wahuang Palace, as if two goddesses were looking at each other.

The two of them were getting more and more angry, and they might even start fighting! !
[Do you want to add fuel to the fire? ? ]

Murong Ji looked at the blood mist that was spilling down, and instantly collected his thoughts. He raised his head to glance at Hou Tu, and seeing that she was not paying attention, he quickly performed a water-drawing technique.

The blood mist sprayed out by Hou Tu was gathered together, and the breath revealed by the blood drops as big as quail eggs surprised Murong Ji.

[Is this the blood of a quasi-saint? Good stuff!]

He quietly made a stone bottle and guided the blood into it. With this drop of blood, he could save a lot of time in collecting resources.

Then he remembered that there might still be some stain on the Tianwen Sword.

When he picked up the Tianwen Sword and took a look at it, his face darkened. At this time, the blade of the Tianwen Sword had been mostly bent. The sword struck Hou Tu, injuring her and also destroying the sword.

She raised her head and looked towards Hou Tu with an earnest gaze, hoping that the goddess Nuwa would give her a few more blows. She didn't have to kill her, but it would be best if she was seriously injured or had limbs missing.

If for no other reason, just to let the Virgin Mary vent her anger, Murong Ji would just collect Hou Tu's blood.

After waiting for a long time, Nuwa did not make a move again. The two of them had a fierce verbal fight. Murong Ji's gossiping heart gradually died down. It was meaningless. This was the goddess. There was nothing new in the quarrel. [Why don't you start fighting! ]

Murong Ji was helpless. It seemed that he could not collect Hou Tu's blood.

Put away the broken sword. This thing can be refined and given to other people for use. But the human race is weak now, and the spiritual talents collected are very few, so we should cherish them.

"You don't dare to kill me, or you can't kill me! My brothers are at the foot of the mountain. If anything happens to me, they will definitely attack your Wa Palace!"

[Humph, in the ancient times, everyone said that you, Hou Tu, were kind, but the human race you slaughtered, their corpses must have piled up like a mountain! ]

"So what? During the war, you and I were enemies. Killing your lackeys and destroying your luck is the right thing to do, isn't it?"

[You saw that the souls of the human race can be regarded as the original spirits of your witch race! That Dayi is a witch born from the human race, yes and no! If you kill too much, you will suffer the consequences one day! ]

"Oh, that's a matter for the future. Besides, we captured human women for the purpose of reproduction. What about the demons? All 100,000 human women died at the hands of the demon leaders! Wouldn't it be even more miserable if they became materials to supplement their cultivation?"

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Murong Ji had a solemn expression on his face as he sat on the ground, looking at Hou Tu in the sky. The more he listened to the conversation between the two, the more frightened and angry he became, and he felt somewhat helpless.

The rabbit dies and the fox mourns. That feeling slowly lingers in my heart.

But he was helpless. Weakness was the original sin. What could he do?
The human race was created by Nuwa, so they are naturally different from the innate sacred beings of the demon race. These innate sacred beings were originally of the same generation as Nuwa, and 120,000 years ago, some demons even had a higher status than Nuwa.

How can they look at the human race? It is difficult for these innate saints to see humans as living beings. Just like the figurines in the homes of otakus.

If you destroy a figurine and get caught, you can just pay money and apologize, but can you really pay with your life for the figurine?!

Murong Ji exhaled a breath and his face became even gloomier.

Through their quarrel, she understood many things. There must be some reason why the ancient world gave Nuwa the merit of becoming a saint. If it was just to create a clan, wouldn't it be too simple?

[No need to say more, you and I will go to the teacher's thirty-third heaven and have a fight, and there will be no more trouble! ]

Hou Tu suddenly paused, her face flushed, she pinched her slender waist, and she wanted to rush into the Queen Nuwa Palace and beat that little bitch to death!
Thinking that he might be beaten to death by Nuwa if he really rushed into the Queen Nuwa Palace, he felt a little guilty and stopped. If it were his brothers, they might really follow Nuwa to heaven if provoked by her.

Hou Tu suddenly laughed, "I say, you have become a saint, and you are still arguing with me here. You don't need to go to the thirty-third heaven, just here! How about it!"

[I thought you were here to seek death, but it turns out you were here to test my foundation! No wonder it was you who came. If it were the other brainless ones, they would have followed me to heaven by now.]

Hou Tu's expression gradually became solemn. She slowly exhaled to calm herself down and her tone became gentle.

"You can't use your full strength in the prehistoric world."

As soon as the voice fell, Murong Ji instantly became alert. Was he afraid that he could hear some secret again? He looked at Hou Tu with some surprise. This woman was really amazing. It didn't look like she was acting at all!
One woman is an award-winning actor, two women make a play, three women make a TV series...if you add one more...

"There are already two saints in the prehistoric world. If there is one more, I'm afraid the world cannot bear the pressure of three saints."

"If you use all your strength, the prehistoric world will definitely be damaged. By then, I'm afraid your sainthood will be lost, and you will be punished by the teacher. Haha! You will be so frustrated!"

The sudden silence in the Wahuang Palace was obviously because Houtu was right. Otherwise, how could Houtu be so presumptuous? The cause and effect had already been established, so what if she was killed?

But under Nuwa's mysterious perception, she felt that Hou Tu could not die.

This feeling made her angry and helpless.

Murong Ji sat on the hill, looking at the two top figures of the prehistoric world, who were arguing with each other again. He wished that the two top figures could be traced back to the great god Pangu.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it turns out that the Virgin Mary and the Peaceful Queen can be so down-to-earth. The goddess is almost the same as the human women."

There was no image at all, and he was poking at the opponent's weak spot. The sudden change in style was too fast for Murong Ji to react.

The quarrel just now was just a test, but now they are really quarreling and are really angry!
"Oh... just beat her! Beat her up so badly that she's almost dead... and then let some wild beasts eat her. Even if they can't eat her, they can still disgust her... that shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Murong Ji stretched lazily. It was already bright outside and there was no more opportunity to gain advantage. He stood up, carried Fenghua on his back, and started looking for a way down the mountain bit by bit.

Suddenly, there was a strong pressure between heaven and earth. Murong Ji was shocked and caught off guard. His knees bent and his whole body shook.

He managed to steady himself and turned to check on Fenghua behind him. Seeing that she was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)