Chapter 892: Questioning the Saint
Such achievements and abilities truly dazzled the eyes of both the Lich and the Wizard races.

Dayi looked at the dragon-snake bow in his hand. Hou Tu Wuzu once told him that this bow and arrow was Murong Ji's magic weapon for self-defense, but he treasured it very much.

Now that it has fallen into my hands, I am extremely happy.

“This is a superb acquired spiritual treasure! If it is stained with merit, I’m afraid its power will be further enhanced!”

After finding a place, Dayi stepped on a stone, bent his bow and drew his arrow. Only then did he discover that the Dragon Snake Bow was much heavier than he had expected.

As the Dragon Snake Bow was opened, the power of heaven and earth from all directions poured in madly, absorbing countless spiritual and evil spirits and gathering them on the arrow.

There was a heavy pressure falling on him, which made the entire Dragon Snake Bow even heavier.

Dayi was unable to hold out for three breaths as he suddenly ran out of strength. He slowly loosened the bowstring, breathing heavily, and put down the bow and arrow dejectedly.

"You are a great wizard, but you have a bow and arrow that I can't pull?!!"

Reluctantly unwilling, he drew the bow again, only to find that the power of heaven and earth was still flowing into the bow and arrow. It was as if he had opened some restriction just now when he drew the bow.

The dragon-snake bow in his hand became heavier and heavier. Dayi looked at the dragon-snake bow in his hand in surprise. Holding it, it seemed as if he was holding the whole world. That feeling was extremely wonderful.

【authority!】

The two words reflected in Dayi's mind, that is the authority of heaven and earth! In this world, he is God.

"This feels so good! If I..."

Suddenly, a shout was heard, "Focus on it!"

The sound suddenly shattered Dayi's fantasy. Coming back to his senses, Dayi's face was covered with cold sweat. He swallowed his saliva, then slowly exhaled and looked at the dragon snake bow in his hand. This thing was really powerful!

It was not until this moment that he understood what Hou Tu Wu Zu had said to him.

A few days later, in the morning

Murong Ji stood on the rocks and watched Dayi draw his bow and arrow and shoot down a mountain thousands of miles away, then nodded.

"Okay, that's it for today."

Seeing Dayi put away his bow and arrow, Murong Ji then walked towards Chentang Pass step by step, "I will hand over the matter in the next few days, and then I will go back. Chentang Pass is now in your hands."

"Yes! I will definitely live up to the King's trust!"

After returning to the City Lord's Mansion, he handed over the affairs of Chentang Pass to Dayi.

There was nothing to hand over, and most of the official duties were handed over to other people by Murong Ji.

It had only been two months since Murong Ji came to Chentang Pass to quell the rebellion. There were many things that Murong Ji himself did not understand. He just wanted Dayi to familiarize himself with the affairs and know who to contact for each matter.

After arranging matters, Murong Ji took thousands of elites and flew away on his sword.

Along the way, Murong Ji remained silent. On the land below, the rice fields were lush and green, the fields were crisscrossed, and the sounds of chickens and dogs could be heard.

【The country is peaceful.】

Then, Murong Ji looked up at the sky, which was still blue sky with white clouds.

But in Cang's eyes, it was extremely gloomy, with countless calamity clouds gathering and rolling, accompanied by the resentment of countless living beings.

Murong Ji was not unfamiliar with this resentment. The resentment of all living beings in the world of Zhu Xian, the evil spirit attached to the Zhu Xian sword, was now everywhere in the sky.

How many people died outside the Huaxu Kingdom to gather so many resentful creatures?

The strength of the human race cannot be determined by the strength of one individual.

It also requires many not-so-powerful tribesmen to form a huge power system, which can be considered powerful.

For example, the Dragon Clan has only one powerful ancestor dragon, and that’s fine. Under the ancestor dragon, the Dragon Clan has countless masters. This profound foundation makes it easier for the Phoenix Clan and the Kirin Clan to surpass them.

It survived the great catastrophe and went through the Lich Catastrophe, and only after the Conferred God Catastrophe did it show signs of decline.

Compared with the dragon race, humans are just reptiles.

It's very helpless that the human race has too short a time to develop. If Murong Ji is given enough time, he can train a large number of human masters, including Xuanxian and Jinxian.

But Emperor Jun of the demon clan refused to give him time to develop. This time, the massacre of the demon clan caused the luck of the human race to drop by 60%. This shows how serious the casualties of the human race were.

[After returning, gather the resentful spirits and forge the Immortal Execution Sword!] Murong Ji made up his mind, looked calm, and flew forward with the sword.

"My king! Look!"

The team stopped in the air with their swords, and Murong Ji finally came to his senses and looked at the situation below.

His brows darkened again. They were a group of wandering souls wandering in the mountains, the wandering souls of the human race.

Murong Ji was silent for a long time and thought carefully. Now that the underworld has not been born, these dead wandering souls, whether they are human or demon, have nowhere to go and can only wander in the world in a daze.

These days, the number of wandering souls seen in Huaxu State has increased more and more, which shows how large the number of wandering souls in other places is.

Murong Ji was silent for a long time. After thinking about it, he felt that to solve this problem, he had to at least find a way out for these wandering souls of the human race.

[It would be nice to work in the underworld...]

Then, Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and two words emerged in his mind: Ghost Path! Now, the underground tunnel has just appeared, and there is no trace of the Ghost Path. [It seems that I have to establish the Ghost Path before Hou Tu! ]

With an idea in mind, Murong Ji's lips curled up slightly into a smile.

Looking up at the sky again, under his eyes, the sky that should have been sunny became extremely gloomy. Evil energy gathered in the sky, resentment was boiling, and the evil energy was like clouds.

This scene reminded Murong Ji of the Netherworld Blood Sea. The Netherworld Blood Sea looked exactly like this.

He has found another way to defeat the demon clan!

Murong Ji snorted coldly, [Emperor Jun and Emperor Dong have cut off their own path! ]

If such tremendous resentment and evil spirit were to merge with the calamity of the Lich Catastrophe and backfire on the demon clan's fortune, even the Donghuang Bell would be of no avail in suppressing the fortune.

As the thought came to his mind, it moved in his heart. This idea became more and more unsuppressible, and the complete plan gradually became complete in Murong Ji's mind.

"Haha! You're courting death!"

Murong Ji spread his hands, and a white lotus appeared in his hands and slowly bloomed, the Sword Lotus of Pure Karma.

[It is only a matter of time before the demon race's luck is backfired. Why not give him a push? This thing is not suitable.]

He crushed the sword lotus in his hand, then spread out his hands again. A green ghost fire emerged. Murong Ji waved his hand and sent the ghost fire directly into the sky, where it disappeared into the evil cloud.

"Let's go."

The group once again rode on their swords and continued on their journey.

Three days had passed when we returned to the capital of Huaxu State.

Murong Ji, along with Feng Hua, Feng Xu and others, learned about many recent events that had occurred in the country. After a busy day, he sat down on a chair to take a rest, seeming quite quiet.

Suddenly, Fenghua said: "There is news that Zhen Yuanzi in the west has protected most of the human race in the west..."

Murong Ji was stunned and silent for a long time before he said, "If this is true, we owe him a favor!"

At this time, Feng Xu continued, "It's not just Zhen Yuanzi. There's news that the two from West Kunlun and East Kunlun have gathered a large number of human beings up the mountain, set up a human town at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, and sheltered a large number of human beings."

"The same is true of Mount Xumi..."

……

Murong Ji was somewhat surprised as he listened to the news. These great powers would not do anything without profit. Why...

If they are morally pure, it is understandable. They cannot bear to see the suffering of sentient beings in the world and protect them to make themselves feel at ease, which is understandable.

However, Murong Ji had a feeling of uneasiness in his heart. He always felt that the human race was going to be divided up. Those big guys in the ancient times who could sit at the table and speak were the ones who dared to take away the fortune of the human race.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, thinking in his heart, "Good, very good, the karma that we humans owe is huge!"

Thinking about it carefully, this is not a bad idea, sharing some of the human race's luck...

Murong Ji is a villain. At this critical juncture, all he could think of was that these people were going to divide the interests of the human race.

But there is no way, some things require a small person like him to operate, plan and defend.

Murong Ji remained silent, still thinking about how to avoid it. How could these great powers divide up the destiny of the human race? Did they want to divide it up in some way?
Various thoughts kept churning in his mind, making Murong Ji feel a little tired. It was the kind of tiredness that went straight from the bottom of his heart to his soul, and even made his head hurt.

[We can’t not give any luck at all. It’s too exclusive and the human race can’t survive. ]

"But why didn't the Virgin Mary make any movement? If so..."

Murong Ji suddenly came back to his senses, looked up in surprise, and it was Fenghua who asked the question.

The innate human race created by Nuwa herself.

For a moment, Murong Ji didn't know what he felt, but he could also understand the loss in Fenghua's heart.

It was like a child abandoned by her mother, longing for maternal love but also resenting the mother who abandoned her. That kind of tangled and complicated emotions kept pondering Fenghua.

"And there is the Saint Taiqing..."

Murong Ji waved his hand to stop everyone from speaking. He raised his eyes and was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say.

It is true that Nuwa is the mother of the human race, but she has no obligation to plan the future for the human race. All she has to ensure is that the human race is not completely exterminated.

The Saint Taiqing is the leader of the Human Religion. This "human" does not only refer to the human race, but all living creatures in the world, and the human race is just one of them.

What dignity and strength does the human race have to represent all living beings in the world?

"Don't think too highly of our human race. The fact that they are silent is the best news. Once they take action, the human race will be wiped out in no time!"

Murong Ji stood up from his chair and looked at the dozen or so high-ranking human leaders in the hall, his eyes sweeping over them leisurely.

He took in everyone's expression and said sternly, "I will only say this once. Listen carefully, remember it carefully, and pass it on."

"The Holy Mother and the Great Saint of Taiqing exist to support the human race. With them, the human race will not be exterminated."

(End of this chapter)