Chapter 846: The Power of Zhou Shan
As for merit, there are more and more residual souls in the prehistoric world, and they need to be dealt with...

Suddenly, Murong Ji felt a little regretful. His rash intervention seemed to have brought even more trouble to the human race.

With his brows furrowed, Murong Ji turned and walked towards the human race’s base. The so-called disaster that founded the race was not without source.

It seems that the complete death of the Xiantian human race is beneficial to the human race and all walks of life in the prehistoric world. Rubbing his swollen forehead, it is too late to catch up and kill the Xiantian human race now.

Murong Ji felt a little troubled for a moment. This situation was the most disgusting. No matter how bad the situation was, he could think of various ways to deal with it, but he could not avoid the entanglement of cause and effect.

Murong Ji suddenly thought of something. This colorful sparrow had been observing him for a long time. [Nuwa is staring at me. Is she suspecting that I am the innate residual soul awakening the memory of the previous life? ? ]

If you think about it this way, it is really possible!
But he was the first acquired human being, which could be considered a great fortune. If things had developed according to the original plan, none of the first batch of acquired humans would have survived.

However, the fact that I survived makes it hard not to have fantasies.

Exhaling a breath, Murong Ji walked out of the cave and looked at the old, weak and sick people who were slowly gathering around him.

To be honest, these people were abandoned. For various reasons, they were unable to follow the human race on the long journey and could only stay here and wait to die.

Murong Ji chose to stay, and that made him their only support. He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and murmured, "Love is what it is!"

After pacifying the remaining humans, Murong Ji used his two hands to repair those with disabilities.

In this era, whether it is the innate human race or the acquired human race, their foundation and qualifications are much stronger than those in Murong Ji's impression.

When Nuwa created human beings, she used her own blood, and because of this, human beings were blessed with Nuwa's fortune.

With his current strength, it is still quite difficult to completely repair the body of a human being, whether congenital or acquired. Nuwa has now become a saint, and her blood has also undergone mutations.

Only one person can be cured in half a month, but this speed is actually not slow. Things cannot be rushed. Take it slowly, and there will always be a day when they can all be cured completely.

Using both hands, he slowly kneaded out the severed limb of a congenital human.

Watching him gradually adapt to his new body, Murong Ji sent him away, sat alone on the stone, wiped the sweat off his face, and looked up. The fight between the liches in the sky was becoming more and more intense.

These days, broken pieces of various spiritual treasures fell from time to time, even broken limbs, half bodies, complete bodies, etc., and all kinds of blood were spilled everywhere.

But letting the human race eat their fill is extremely risky. An attack might come at any time, and large numbers of humans would be wiped out.

But the benefits were also extremely rich. Most of the heritage of those dead innate sacred beings benefited the human race and Murong Ji.

Unconsciously, he pushed his cultivation to the peak of the eighth level of Yuqing, and his foundation was terrifyingly deep. This was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that Murong Ji had filled in various Dao rules into his seven great ways.

The various details and main threads of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree have been improved.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled, looked at the various flashes of light in the sky, his mind confused.

The third war of the Liches has begun, and it will become more and more intense from now on. According to myths and legends, it was in this third war that the mortal feuds gradually emerged!

In the past, the demon clan and the witch clan believed that they were the darlings of heaven and earth, the masters of heaven and earth, and they cherished all living things in the world.

A man who believes that he is a descendant of the great god Pangu and is very caring towards the ancient world.

Both parties consciously control the intensity of the conflict to avoid causing irreversible damage.

[I’m afraid it will be even harder from now on! ]

Murong Ji was worried. This place at the foot of Fengqi Mountain had become a direct battlefield, which made him feel uneasy.

After thinking it over carefully, he organized these old, weak, sick and disabled people that night and migrated towards the depths of Zhoushan Mountains which he had explored not long ago.

After much effort, they set up a formation there, which served as a temporary shelter.

Murong Ji was not sure how long this formation could last, or whether it could defend against a slap from the opponent.

Still feeling uneasy, he divided this group of old, weak, sick and disabled people into four parts and hid them in various places in Zhoushan.

He guided them to practice Tai Chi Xuan Qing Taoism, and led the human race he had healed to explore, hunt, and search for food regularly near Zhou Mountain.

Life is still difficult, but I can survive after all.

Murong Ji's mind was mostly distracted, and most of his energy was spent on collecting the corpses of the liches that died in battle. He didn't have the time or energy to practice with peace of mind.

It took several years before he finally reached the ninth level of Yuqing, and he used the resources to lay the foundation.

There was no other way. With this kind of strength, he was just a weakling in this primitive world. Murong Ji didn't even know what level he was at now. Was he a Xuanxian, a Zhenxian, or a Jinxian?

There is no concept of this. To be precise, at this time, there is no concept of these realms. These innate saints have been at the level of Golden Immortal since birth. In their cognition, Golden Immortal is the lowest level. Who would care about those below Golden Immortal?

Exhaling a breath, Murong Ji really had no other choice. Seeking the truth was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Patriarch Hongjun has materialized his insights from cultivation into a state of mind, which shows how great what he has done is.

If he had any plans, he could have just taught Nuwa's group of people. Why would he have to subdivide the various realms?
For many things, you only know how difficult they are after you have experienced them.

Murong Ji started out as a small mortal and climbed step by step to where he is today. He was well aware of the difficulty of seeking the truth, and the suffering involved was also deeply engraved in his mind.

Even so, to a certain extent, he was unwilling to spread his skills everywhere.

Looking up, I saw the lich above my head was fighting a life-and-death battle day and night, and the battle was getting more and more intense.

Suddenly, a stream of light fell in the valley not far from Murong Ji. There was no need to look closely, just by looking at its aura, one could tell that it was an innate spiritual treasure.

Murong Ji frowned, quickly dived underground, looked over there, and slightly stuck his head out. The valley had been destroyed by the pressure of this magic treasure, leaving only wasteland and rocks.

I glanced around to make sure there was no one else around.

Murong Ji quietly approached the magic treasure, suppressed its power with a formation, and put it in his pocket. Before he could escape, he suddenly heard a sound of breaking through the air, and Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat.

He turned around and hid underground. After waiting for a long time, he poked his head out and saw two corpses in the valley, one demon and one witch.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath and sneaked in silently. The imposing aura and pressure of the Golden Immortal made Murong Ji a little breathless.

Taking advantage of the terrain here, Murong Ji set up a formation and used Zhou Shan's power to suppress the two corpses, then sealed them up and kept them as resources.

Seeing a streak of light flying towards here in the sky, Murong Ji quickly dived into the ground and fled away.

None of these innate divine beings, whether they are demons or witches, are simple. Their flesh and blood are extremely rare materials for cultivation for humans.

Murong Ji fled far away, following the rest of the power, using the "Wanxu Qianchou Enai Hui" to steal Zhou Shan's power, bless himself, and hide himself with the power of heaven and earth.

Lurking around Fengqi Mountain, collecting their flesh and blood and spiritual treasure fragments, and bringing these things back to use as cultivation resources for the human race.

These innate sacred foundations can be said to be the strongest. The realm of each person is not low, far beyond what the human race can benefit from now.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath of foul air. He had no choice but to rely on Zhou Shan's power of heaven and earth.

Then, they quietly sneaked back to Fengqi Mountain, which was the main battlefield of the war between wizards and liches. The wizards wanted to force Nuwa to take action, so they got close to Nuwa and attacked her several times.

One can imagine how angry Nuwa must have been.

Murong Ji suddenly stopped and thought carefully, thinking that he might be able to get help from Nuwa.

After walking around, he realized that this was not a good place and there was almost no place to hide. Feeling a little helpless, he went around to another direction of Zhoushan Mountain and built a gas furnace there with great effort.

After setting up the formation, all that’s left is to mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

He does not have the strength to mobilize the power of heaven and earth. The power of heaven and earth in the ancient times is thousands of times stronger than the power of heaven and earth in other worlds.

The power of heaven and earth is stagnant and it is difficult for it to operate on its own. For example, on Mount Zhou, the power of heaven and earth is like a pool of stagnant water. In the same Mount Zhou, some places are blessed lands, while some places are barren.

In addition, this is Zhoushan, the center of the entire prehistoric world, which is far beyond the reach of Murong Ji.

There was no other way but to use the 'Wanxu Qianchou Enai Hui' to adjust it little by little. With great difficulty, he borrowed a bit of the power of heaven and earth, tried his best to bear it, introduced it into the gas furnace, and barely followed the operation of the formation.

After lighting the fire, Murong Ji sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.

Countless drops of blood oozed out from his skin in the blink of an eye. Murong Ji casually wiped the blood off his face, but his face was covered with blood.

[Zhoushan is the backbone of the great god Pangu. Even for a saint, it is difficult to shake it completely. How could it be broken so easily?!]

Murong Ji looked solemn and took out a pill to repair the damage to his body caused by the power of heaven and earth.

For a moment, he couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it. Many things were not something he could deal with right now.

Since we have chosen to settle here and after attracting the power of heaven and earth, this place will become a treasure land over time, and the value of the furnace can be imagined.

He turned his head to look at the inner wall of the cave, and saw the power of heaven and earth constantly flowing. He let out a long breath. With this thing, his future practice would be twice as effective with half the effort, especially in terms of physical and vital energy.

(End of this chapter)