Chapter 878: Empress Hou Tu, any instructions?

If the mountain range on the seabed is completely dredged, the level of this mountain will rise to another level.

After Murong Ji cleared the entire mountain range and the main veins of the earth, he collected a wave of merit and designed what the sisters would do in the future, so that they could practice with peace of mind and go out less often.

After living here for half a month, the palace and other things were built by Ruhua. The formation pattern was laid in the training place, and Murong Ji also acted as a nanny, chattering non-stop.

This caused Qiongxiao and Bixiao to feel disgusted.

Standing on a hill of Sanxian Island, Murong Ji looked at the clouds in the sky in silence, but in his heart he was thinking about the future of the human race.

Yunxiao flew over slowly, and stood quietly in front of Murong Ji with a smile on his face. "Fellow Daoist Jiang, is my dress pretty?"

Murong Ji: "..."

With a sigh, Murong Ji said, "It's very suitable for Fairy Yunxiao." After the voice fell, he clasped his fists and bowed to Yunxiao, "It's time for me to go. We will meet again."

Then, he flew towards the east on the sword.

Yunxiao opened his mouth, looked at Murong Ji's back, and sighed helplessly.

Then he turned his head and glanced at the bushes beside him, his expression stern, "Why don't you go practice quickly!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

Two figures, one in front and one behind, disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds above.

Murong Ji flew at high speed on his sword and touched his chest. His injuries had not yet healed, but... there was no time.

Many things need to be discussed with Nuwa face to face, and then with the help of the power of heaven and earth in Zhoushan, one can refine one's own magic weapon.

After leaving Sanxian Island, he looked back and saw Yunxiao still standing on the hill, as if he wanted to see him off.

Murong Ji turned around and increased the speed of flying the sword.

After traveling for a hundred years, I returned to Zhou Mountain again, feeling a little melancholy and uneasy.

He landed his sword on a flat ground below Zhou Mountain and walked up the mountain step by step along the road, feeling extremely relaxed in his heart.

This battle between humans and demons is destined to be extremely brutal, as the strength of the two sides is not on the same level.

In Murong Ji's memory, the human race finally survived the catastrophe, but also lost the right to rise.

A large number of human masters were killed, the innate human race was almost wiped out, and not many of the original acquired humans survived.

Until the birth of Fuxi, when fighting against many ethnic groups, it was necessary to ask other people for help to share the destiny of the human race.

This situation continued until the time of Dayu.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled, turned around and looked at Zhou Shan, but in his heart he was constantly thinking about how to preserve the foundation of the human race in this war.

It’s very difficult, because what the demon race wants is the human race’s foundation.

It is absolutely impossible for the human race to defeat the demon race. Even the witch race does not dare to say that they can definitely defeat the demon race.

However, they had to fight. If they took the human experts and hid, a large number of their base would be slaughtered.

Without a large population base, other ethnic groups will no longer give the human race a second chance to rise, and will try every means to control the number of the human race's grassroots.

This is also the reason why Murong Ji wants to control some of the power of the underworld.

When he came to his senses, Murong Ji was already standing on the hillside of Zhou Mountain. He raised his head and looked around. Facing the demon clan, he really had no way to deal with it!
Looking back, he saw the Wu Clan’s base, and he couldn’t help but feel a little surprised. The Wu Clan’s base stretched for tens of thousands of miles, and the area was no less populous than a large city!
I was surprised. Didn't the Wu Clan have difficulty in giving birth? ! Up to now, the second generation of Wu Clan only had 20 to 30 people, and they were formed by the twelve ancestor witches who risked their lives with their own blood.

How come in just a hundred years, the Wu Clan has grown so many people? !
Murong Ji was silent for a moment, and then he realized that the Wu clan and the human clan were intermarrying!
There are three wars between the Lich and the Demons, and we are now in the early stages of the third war.

The first war between wizards and liches was caused by the fact that the demon clan was dissatisfied with the wizard clan's feeding on the innate saints, so they gathered around Emperor Jun and Emperor Donghuang, and the demon clan became stronger as a result.

The second time was because the demon tribe was prosperous and numerous, and they attacked the witch tribe. The witch tribe suffered a loss, so a large number of witch tribe members transformed into human form to reproduce the tribe and resist the demon tribe.

According to Fuxi, at this time the Wu clan and the demon clan were equally powerful.

Now, the situation has changed. The strength of the demon clan's heaven has become increasingly powerful. Emperor Jun and Emperor Donghuang conquered various clans and obtained a large number of innate Dao patterns. The demon master Kunpeng created the innate demon patterns based on these Dao patterns.

The inheritance is drawn on the bloodline level. All demons, after being born and having practiced to a certain level, can obtain the inheritance of their ancestors.

As a result, the demon tribe grew stronger, while the witch tribe fell into a weak position due to fertility issues.

A hundred years is a lifetime for humans, but for the witch clan, it is just like a day.

Each war between the Lich and the Warlock lasted for several eons.

"The Wu Clan is developing too fast nowadays, which is not a good thing for the human race." Murong Ji said solemnly as he looked at the Wu Clan below.

"It won't happen again. The witch tribe will no longer slaughter humans and collect their souls."

A voice suddenly appeared behind him, which scared Murong Ji. He jumped away subconsciously and looked over vigilantly.

I saw a woman sitting sideways on the branch. Her skin was slightly dark with a hint of wheat color, and her pair of smooth legs were exposed naked.

Sitting in this position, the fur skirt cannot completely cover some parts of the body.

The edge of the animal skin skirt is pushed all the way to the thigh area, and because of the sitting posture, it arouses endless reverie.

This animal skin skirt seemed to have been modified. It was no longer as rough as before, but instead revealed the woman's slender waist.

In this way, the animal skin skirt fully shows the woman's curvy figure, and the animal skin clothes on the upper body further highlight the pair of huge hammers on the chest.

She has a slim figure, yet a kind of rugged beauty.

The ancestor of witches, Hou Tu!

"Hey, you're back. I thought you had abandoned your people and ran away for your life."

Murong Ji was shocked and cursed in his heart.

Why don’t you check the almanac before going out? My luck has been a bit bad these days. When I meet Fuxi later, I must ask him to tell my fortune.

He cursed inwardly, but appeared respectful on the surface, clasping his fists and bowing in one breath: "Junior greets Senior Hou Tu."

One has to be respectful, as the person in front of him is at the peak of quasi-saint status, the kind that is only one opportunity away from achieving sainthood.

Compared to the big enemy like Hong Yun, she, the quasi-saint, was achieved through real fighting.

Suddenly, Murong Ji had a flash of inspiration in his mind, as if he had captured some information, but also as if he had not captured anything.

He was stunned, but thought about it carefully. In an instant, his mind became clear and he understood what Hong Yun's opportunity to become a saint was.

Mahayana Buddhism!

If Hong Yun could comprehend it, he would immediately swear to prove the truth and achieve the status of a saint with the status of Buddha. That ray of primordial purple energy might be able to promote the unification of his three corpses!
Murong Ji thought about it carefully for a moment and realized that this method actually worked.

Later, two saints from the West converted Western religion into Buddhism, and Buddhism spread eastward and flourished.

Many other figures appeared, and the tremendous fortune was supported by the many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of Buddhism.

If you think about it carefully, at this stage in life, Hong Yun really cannot attain sainthood.

Buddhist teachings are not just talk. Whether it is Mahayana Buddhism or Hinayana Buddhism, we need to take firm steps one by one.

No Buddha or Bodhisattva is created randomly; each one of them must have his own "Dharma".

Hongyun didn't even understand his own path, so how could he participate in Buddhist teachings? Without a solid foundation, how could he compare with other saints? It can only be said that he was unlucky.

Murong Ji sighed secretly and suddenly felt it was a pity.

"You are sighing so much... Do you think it's unlucky to see me?!"

Murong Ji was startled and looked up. Hou Tu's face looked gloomy, not as cheerful as before.

At some point, Hou Tu had tied up her hair, jumped off the tree trunk and walked towards Murong Ji step by step.

Murong Ji's expression changed, and he clasped his fists respectfully: "I dare not, but I suddenly thought of something and felt it was a pity."

Hou Tu walked around Murong Ji and looked at him carefully, with a satisfied look on her face, "Not bad, not bad. You, the first human of the acquired world, can actually cultivate to this level."

"It's not weaker than our ancestor witch's body. It's between Taiyi Jinxian and Daluo Jinxian. It has only been a few years. It really has a good aptitude."

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, looking at the Hou Tu in front of him, not daring to act rashly. This... well-known, Huang Tian Hou Tu, had a great influence on Murong Ji.

"The Queen Mother Hou Tu is joking."

"Whether you are joking or not, you know in your heart that this time when I went out for training, I really made a big name for myself."

"After Emperor Jun and Dong Huang returned, they were so angry that they wanted to overthrow the Heavenly Palace. In the West, they used the Precious Lotus Lantern and the Primordial Golden Bowl to defeat the two emperors of the demon clan, thus cutting off Emperor Jun's foundation for becoming a saint."

"He also cut off the three flowers on Kunpeng's head, dispersed the five energies in his chest, and made him fall from the holy position. This reputation has spread to our Wu clan."

Murong Ji's expression became more and more solemn, but what he was concerned about was that Donghuang and Dijun had returned to heaven.

"May I ask, Madam Hou Tu, what actions have the demons taken recently?"

Hou Tu raised her lips slightly and laughed, "They... are organizing demon soldiers to encircle and annihilate the human race. You have thought of this, right?"

Murong Ji's heart sank. He didn't expect that this matter would happen much faster than he imagined. He secretly exhaled and saluted Hou Tu with his fists clasped.

Then he hurriedly walked towards the mountainside. He wanted to go to Fengqi Mountain to meet Nuwa.

Hou Tu did not stop him, and shouted to Murong Ji: "The Houtian human race is the same as my Wu race. If you cannot seek Nuwa's protection, come to me! The Wu and human races are united, and I will find you a woman who will satisfy you!"

Murong Ji looked back speechlessly, then stopped, hesitated for a moment, and walked back, "Empress Hou Tu, do you have any instructions?"

(End of this chapter)