Chapter 842: Because we eat monsters?
I was raised by them, so I still have some feelings for them.

"bump!"

Murong Ji was startled, as if something had fallen in front of him. Turning his head, he saw Hou Tu, who had fallen in front of him, seriously injured.

At this moment, Hou Tu was looking at herself curiously, but she didn't say a word. Or, she couldn't speak. Not only could she not speak, she couldn't move at all, as if some force was holding her tightly.

Murong Ji's face turned dark instantly. Murong Ji still remembered what was said just now. He turned his head and glanced at the Queen Wa Palace, feeling all kinds of disgust and discomfort in his heart.

Feelings... Can the Goddess Nuwa hear it? ! ! Isn't my every move...

Murong Ji calmed down and looked at Hou Tu in front of him, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

What does Taoism worship? Heaven and Earth.

Now that the Queen Mother Hou Tu is here in person, isn't this embarrassing for him?! Besides, Murong Ji is weak now and doesn't dare to offend a quasi-saint.

Murong Ji immediately looked up, pretending not to see it, and carried Fenghua on his back, stepped over Hou Tu, and flew quickly down the mountain. He didn't believe that Nuwa could still throw Hou Tu to the human settlement.

After taking a few steps, there was another "bang" sound, and Hou Tu landed in front of Murong Ji, blocking his way.

Murong Ji: "..."

Looking at the dazed Hou Tu who was thrown down, Murong Ji was surprised. Is there such a big gap between a quasi-saint and a saint? Can Nuwa easily control Hou Tu who has not yet achieved enlightenment?
Murong Ji turned his head and glanced at the Queen Wa Palace. He really didn't expect that she was actually a little petty. He slowly exhaled and calmed himself down.

Just as he was about to change the route, he saw Hou Tu slowly floating up, and was going to kill Murong Ji.

Murong Ji wanted to slap himself a few times. Why did he talk so much? It only caused trouble.

At this point, Murong Ji took a deep breath and could only treat it as an opportunity! The blood of a quasi-saint was extremely rare for him now.

Tie Fenghua to yourself with vines, and don't forget it when you run away later.

Then he walked up to Hou Tu and looked at her watery eyes, which were looking at him. The grudge between them was established.

He gritted his teeth and squatted beside Hou Tu, and immediately felt a sharp murderous intent. If looks could kill, Murong Ji would have died a thousand times over at this moment.

Now that things have come to this, there is nothing to be afraid of!

He took out the rolled Tianwen sword, found a place where the blade could still be used, circulated the sword energy, and just as he was about to take action, a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on Murong Ji's forehead.

If I strike with this sword, I am afraid that the human race will also suffer with me! !

The witch clan’s revenge! The human race can’t bear it! Murong Ji’s face became uglier and uglier. They say destiny lies in the hands of humans… Are they talking about humans?
Absolutely not. The human race has become the representative of humanity, but it is definitely not the only one of humanity. Other ethnic groups can also become the representatives of humanity!

For a moment, Murong Ji was in a dilemma and felt a little regretful. Driven by greed, he wanted to obtain some of Hou Tu's blood for cultivation and did not think about the problems of the human race.

Murong Ji's brain worked rapidly, and he finally let out a long breath, [After returning to the tribe, the human race must move! ]

As soon as the idea came out, he became more determined. He remembered that the purpose of Hou Tu's visit was to test whether Nuwa could take action. Now, he was afraid...

The third war between liches and sorcerers is not far away!

Murong Ji turned around and a plan emerged in his mind. Then, he tore open the animal skin clothes on Hou Tu's chest, and the wheat-colored weapon was instantly revealed, which was quite elastic.

A sword slashed across Hou Tu's heart, leaving a white mark without even breaking her skin.

Hou Tu rolled her eyes, clearly saying that he couldn't even break her skin and had made her worry for so long in vain.

Murong Ji wiped the sweat from his forehead and exhaled, "I am so tired. I can't break this witch's defense! There is no other way."

As he spoke, Murong Ji stood up and before he could run, a knife suddenly fell from the sky...

Murong Ji was silent for a long time, looking at the milky white knife in front of him, which was neither stone nor jade, with a twitching mouth. He was sure that this was an innate spiritual treasure. He didn't know what grade it was, but since it had the word "innate" in it, it was not simple.

Murong Ji turned his head slightly to look, his movements were so subtle that no one noticed except Hou Tu. There was another person hiding behind him.

That was his subconscious feeling, and this feeling has always been accurate, but Murong Ji could not detect the specific location of that person.

Grabbing the handle of the knife, there was really no way out at this point. Raising the knife high, looking at Hou Tu's face full of disdain, Murong Ji's expression became more and more stern.

[The human race must leave Zhoushan to avoid disaster! If you want to become the leader of all spirits, you still need to make many plans! ] Murong Ji felt that Nuwa had some plan for him to have a grudge with Hou Tu! In this case, she would definitely not let him go easily.

Without any hesitation, Murong Ji swung his sword, and the blade was wrapped with sword energy, which directly cut a hole in Hou Tu's chest.

In an instant, a sense of oppression emerged from Hou Tu's heart, as if she had fallen into a quagmire, or as if a mountain was pressing down on her body.

Murong Ji collapsed to the ground in an instant. This was the power of a quasi-saint! Even with the goddess Nuwa suppressing her, no one else could blaspheme!
Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and used the Wanxu Qianchou Enai Hui to break down Hou Tu's pressure bit by bit. Gradually, he was able to withstand the pressure.

With the help of Hou Tu's own power, Murong Ji was somewhat surprised. This feeling seemed to allow him to directly break through to the fifth level of Shangqing.

He received a bottle of his heart's blood, sealed it, and then pinned the bottle on Fenghua's belt. With a crisp "click" sound, Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat.

The power of the blood directly crushed the stone bottle. In a hurry, it guided the blood into blood cells. With the help of Hou Tu's power, it wanted to condense the blood cells into beads.

Murong Ji was startled, and suddenly he thought of something. Isn't this a godsend? ! [Since Goddess Nuwa wants me to have a grudge with Hou Tu, let's play a big one! ]

A fierce look flashed across his eyes, and without saying anything more, he directly drew a large amount of Hou Tu's heart blood and began to refine the bloodthirsty bead.

As Murong Ji struck down with several weapon patterns, most of Hou Tu's blood was gathered by Murong Ji. At the same time, a large amount of spiritual energy and evil energy from heaven and earth gathered.

The world changes color!

A large number of dark clouds are gathering, and a thunderstorm is coming!

Murong Ji frowned. Thunder tribulation is also a kind of resource, which cannot be wasted. He stopped refining the Bloodthirsty Pearl.

The current Bloodthirsty Pearl has been modified countless times by Murong Ji. It now has both spiritual and evil spirits, and its power is many times stronger than the original Bloodthirsty Pearl!
Looking down again, a trace of fear flashed in Hou Tu's eyes, and she looked at Murong Ji with a pale face.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the dark clouds that were slowly dissipating in the sky. "No living being will face death calmly."

No matter how fearless, resolute, or heroic he is, he will always show a hint of cowardice in the face of death.

He looked down at Hou Tu's chest which was split open by a sword, then treated the wound on Hou Tu's heart and studied Hou Tu's body.

The body structure of the Ancestral Witch is not much different from that of the Acquired Human Race, and is extremely similar. The Acquired Human Race is like a low-profile version of the Witch Race.

For a moment, Murong Ji was a little surprised again, why... Did Nuwa do it on purpose? Then he rejected this year, the innate human race is different from the acquired human race!
The witches are also different from the human race. They do not have a primordial spirit or soul, and cannot practice "sexual skills" such as Taoism, but they have extremely outstanding achievements in "fate".

Murong Ji turned around, closed Hou Tu's chest and treated her wound. At her level, as long as Nuwa let her go, her wound would heal automatically.

Murong Ji did not dare to stay any longer, and rushed to the base at the foot of Fengqi Mountain at a very fast speed, and evacuated the human race overnight! Otherwise, there would be a disaster!
Not long after Murong Ji left, a figure walked out from the dense forest on the mountainside. He was more than two meters tall, with a rough face but a hint of weakness.

On her chest was a thick armor of unknown material, her abdomen was covered with silk cloth with snake-like patterns, and her lower body was covered with an animal skin dress.

Beneath the dress, a thick snake body about four or five meters long was revealed.

The man came to Hou Tu and looked at the fallen Hou Tu with a serious expression, "How could your body, which even the innate spiritual treasures cannot break, be opened by a human boy?!!"

Hou Tu laughed sarcastically, "You innate saints are not even as good as a human boy, a bunch of trash!"

Fuxi paused, "You..." Then he said angrily, "You Wu clan feed on monsters! You kill and slaughter! How are you different from that vicious beast!"

"What's it got to do with you! It's not you who is eating! Those monsters! It's just what our Father left for us to eat!" Houtu moved her hands and feet and found that Nuwa's grip had disappeared.

It's just that he had lost a lot of blood, and he was still a little cold and weak. He just sat up and still felt a little dizzy.

After a pause, he continued, "You said that my Wu clan slaughtered too many people? How much better can your demon clan be? Aren't the 100,000 innate creatures of the human race eaten by the demon clan?!"

"There are many other tribes similar to the demon race that have been slaughtered and eaten by the demon race! Too much killing?! When the demon race eats other creatures, is the killing not too heavy?"

"Or is it because our Wu clan eats the demon clan?! Fuxi! Don't you think so?" Hou Tu stood up and turned her wrist. The energy and blood in her body recovered with her breath.

Fuxi didn't say anything, but frowned and looked down the mountain, as if he was looking through countless jungles at the human settlement.

Murong Ji's forehead was covered with sweat. He ran down the mountain in a hurry with Fenghua, looking behind him, fearing that the witch ancestor Hou Tu would catch up with him.

Suddenly, Hou Tu's figure flashed across the sky. Murong Ji's pupils shrank. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that Hou Tu seemed to be pressed down by some force.

(End of this chapter)