Chapter 848: Fuxi God
"It would be more effective if you put a stove there."

Murong Ji smiled bitterly and clasped his fists, saying, "The Holy Mother has just seen it. Setting up the formation here has already cost me half my life, and I am still terrified of being discovered."

“If those powerful people slap me in the face, not only this place, but also me will be killed by these big men.”

"Is this why you want to lead the human race to escape?"

"Goddess of Mercy, the calamity of the lich has come again. If we don't run away now, the human race will really perish!"

"You don't think highly of the demon race, do you? Do you think we will lose to that group of barbarians?!"

Murong Ji remained silent. Is this a question of who will win or lose? It is a question of the survival of the human race. Well, here, the human race may not even see the result of the lich catastrophe.

Who wins or loses is not important to the human race, the most important thing is to survive. "The Holy Mother is a saint, she should be able to sense it."

"The reason why the catastrophe is called a catastrophe is that there are various irresistible factors in it. What is the current status of the three tribes in the Longhan catastrophe?"

Murong Ji's meaning was very clear. Once the Lich ignites the true fire, it will be like the dragon, phoenix and unicorn, fighting for life and death. The final result will only be withdrawal from the prehistoric stage.

So for Nuwa, this situation where humans replace the liches is the most beneficial to her.

The human race came into being because of her. Even if she did nothing, she could still gain a large amount of luck and merit.

Murong Ji has been in the prehistoric world for so long, and although he has no access to information from the top level, he has understood some things.

If the Way of Heaven has not come out, the Way of Man has probably already come out. The Way of Man represents countless living beings. The Way of Man already existed when Hongjun was born.

That group of big guys improved their realm as the prehistoric world grew gradually. Today, there is no one else but Hongjun who is the most holy saint in humanity.

This was just Murong Ji's guess. Murong Ji couldn't believe in the conspiracy theory that the way of heaven suppressed the way of earth. A great way would only hide itself automatically and would never be suppressed by anyone.

If Hongjun had that ability, he would have transcended the prehistoric world long ago. Moreover... the Six Saints were not fools. How could they not notice the method of beheading the three corpses?

Murong Ji had truly entered the realm of Return to Void, the ninth level of Taiqing. He had a vague sense of many things between heaven and earth. This sense came from himself, and the harmony between himself and Tao could not be concealed.

As for the problem of humanity, Murong Ji felt that it was because of the Longhan catastrophe, or perhaps other reasons, that humanity was not obvious.

The tunnel is hidden underground and it is not time for it to be revealed.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through Murong Ji's mind. He came to his senses, looked at the sparrow, and then turned around to do his own thing.

For some things, it is enough to just remind Nuwa. There is no need for Murong Ji to do anything. The old silver coin god Fuxi will naturally make arrangements for the future. Otherwise, his practice of Yi Dao will be in vain.

Nuwa said no more and remained silent for a long time, watching Murong Ji throw the corpses of the collected demon and witch masters directly into the furnace. The pills he refined were round red blood pills.

It contains the essence of the demon and witch clans. This elixir is of no use to Nuwa, but to those cultivators below the level of Taiyi Jinxian, it is priceless.

Almost every pill contains the great laws that those liches knew during their lifetime.

However, using the corpses of demons to refine pills... is really...

Murong Ji glanced at the colorful sparrow, and seeing that she didn't react, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his mind couldn't help but start to wander again.

The demon clan, this clan is very strange.

After the birth of the innate gods, the world was originally a loose sand. Emperor Jun and Dong Huang founded the Demon Court and established the Demon Clan. Many innate gods joined in to strengthen their prestige.

Ten innate sacred beings with deep roots and blessings were established to fight against the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan.

He also established 365 great saints of the demon clan to be in charge of the stars in the sky and the alternation of the sun and the moon, so that all the demons in the ancient times could practice with the essence of the sun, moon and stars.

What Murong Ji saw that day was the moonlight like rain, which was truly beyond his comprehension… Just bathing in the moonlight, Murong Ji had a feeling of self-cultivation.

Coming back to his senses, Murong took out a star map, which he had drawn in the past few years. The Qiankun Mirror was a magic weapon made based on the stars, and the Qiankun Lock was invincible and no one could break it.

After many modifications by himself, incorporating time and space, Murong Ji really couldn't say for sure what its specific power was.

Murong Ji suddenly remembered that the two tribes of Lich and Warlock had three large formations, right?
[Zhou Tian Xing Dou, Hun Yuan He Luo, Du Tian Shen Sha. ]

Murong Ji gradually deduced it in his mind, but had no clue. The formation was not obvious, and he could not figure out the mystery.

"Brother is right. He asked me to watch you, which really gave me a lot of surprises." The sparrow pecked at its feathers and pecked out a purple feather.

He watched the feather slowly float into Murong Ji's palm. Then he said, "Don't worry, I will protect you here and keep the secret for you."

Murong Ji was relieved. Goddess Nuwa had agreed to use the human race as a backup! He tightly grasped the purple feather and saluted the colorful sparrow again: "Thank you, Goddess!"

"Don't thank me so quickly. I am not without conditions. My eldest brother follows the path of Yi. It doesn't matter who wins or loses between witches and monsters. No matter what, they will all be plagued by disasters in the end." "If there really comes such a day, I want my eldest brother Fuxi to carry all the luck of the human race! Help him achieve enlightenment!"

Murong Ji frowned slightly. The risk was not small! But he had no say in the matter. Even if he refused, it would not affect the overall situation.

As the brother of Nuwa, Fuxi naturally possesses many causes and effects and fortunes of the human race. Even if Fuxi was not there, there would be other powerful people who would come to reap the benefits!
Murong Ji bowed and acknowledged it. When he was strong enough, he could make any changes he wanted.

The problem is, we have to overcome the current difficulties first. If we can't overcome the current difficulties, there is no point in talking about the future.

Watching the sparrow slowly fly out of the cave, Murong Ji let out a breath and felt relieved. He waited for Xuan Du to become his disciple and for Master Liuli to become the disciple of the Two Saints of the West.

Xuannu and Yaoji went up to West Kunlun, and the destiny of the human race's rise was secured.

Many thoughts flashed through Murong Ji's mind, and then he quickly packed up the gourd and pills and walked towards the human settlements.

He distributed the resources and guided them in their practice. After making sure that there were no problems, he quietly sneaked back into the battlefield.

Constantly searching underground for things like the battle between wizards and liches, the flesh and blood corpses of dead wizards and demons, fragments of magic weapons and so on.

This battle seemed to be one in which both sides exercised restraint, and was also extremely brutal, with tens of thousands of corpses falling at the foot of Fengqi Mountain.

Most of them were collected by Murong Ji and refined into pills. Their Tao and Dharma became the nutrients for Murong Ji's Seven Treasures Magic Tree.

Murong Ji's little move was naturally discovered by the two clan leaders, but so what? With Nuwa covering up his breath, the two clan leaders could not find Murong Ji's whereabouts.

This battle lasted for another three years before both sides gradually retreated.

The war between the liches and the sorcerers seemed to have come to an end, but in fact, the conflict had further intensified. Murong Ji was walking on the hillside of Fengxi Mountain, feeling that a storm was about to come.

He focused on picking up the fragments of innate spiritual treasures. Murong Ji also did not let go of some acquired spiritual treasures. The materials that could be made into magic weapons by these witch and monster tribes were all top-notch things in the prehistoric times.

With the materials, Murong Ji began to build his own foundation. With Nuwa's help in mobilizing the power of heaven and earth, the effects of his refining weapons, elixirs, and even cultivation were very outstanding.

It took several months to refine the first magic weapon, the Qiankun Qingguang Ring.

This thing is Murong Ji's trump card, a space ring. There are very few rings that can provide collective space and defense. It is also one of the foundations of Murong Ji's self-defense.

Looking at the black ring in his hand, a smile slowly appeared on Murong Ji's face. He felt a little more at ease. Then, he threw all the fragments of the innate spiritual treasure he had picked up into the furnace.

Then use the fragments of the innate spiritual treasure to refine the Tianwen Sword.

Over the course of several months, these fragments of innate spiritual treasures were smelted by the power of heaven and earth in the entire Zhou Mountain. It took several months for them to slowly melt and be cast into a sword shape with engraved patterns.

The moment the furnace was taken out, several innate spiritual lights emanated from the sword, but they were very strange and it was impossible to tell whether it was an acquired magic weapon or an innate spiritual treasure.

The rest of the time, he guided the old, weak, sick and disabled people of the human race to practice. Over the past few years, the effect has been quite good. At the very least, they have escaped the category of old, weak, sick and disabled, and can more or less be considered as cultivators.

With the expansion of the strength of these thousands of people, the scope that can be explored is much larger.

At Murong Ji's suggestion, they began to intermarry and have children.

This brief moment of peace between the witch clan and the demon clan is actually a time for the development of the human race.

After the monk's body was cleansed by the spiritual energy, his understanding and learning abilities increased a lot. Murong Ji established human relations, various rules, and established a discipline hall to supervise and punish those who made mistakes.

After collecting enough food, Murong Ji felt relieved and practicing with peace of mind became his first thing.

With the protection of Nuwa, the furnace set up by Murong Ji became much safer.

It becomes much easier to mobilize the power of heaven and earth around the mountain to temper one's own muscles, bones, qi, blood, and meridians.

Zhou Shan.

But this is not an ordinary mountain. With the help of the power of heaven and earth of this sacred mountain and sufficient resources for cultivation, Murong Ji's progress is extremely rapid.

After a few years, he had reached the peak of the ninth level of Yuqing. Just when he was about to break through to Shangqing, a man suddenly walked into the cave.

Murong Ji subconsciously touched the Tianwen Sword and looked at the figure at the door, who had a human body and a snake tail. He exhaled secretly. He didn't need to think too much to know that this person was the great god Fuxi.

He stood up hurriedly and bowed to Fuxi.

"Disciple has met the great god Fuxi."

(End of this chapter)