Chapter 893 Then You Can Slap Me to Death
"The demons only dare to slaughter humans, but not to kill them all! Do you understand what I mean? Otherwise, what can humans do to stop the Ten Great Demon Saints, Emperor Jun Donghuang, the Moon Palace Mighty, and the Star Lords of the Heavens!"

"From now on, I don't want to hear any more complaints or grumbles. Let's get to work!"

Whoops!

More than a dozen high-ranking human leaders stood up, bowed to Murong Ji, walked out of the hall in silence, and went to arrange their own affairs.

The only ones left in the hall were Feng Hua and Feng Xu. Both of them looked unhappy.

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to them. He turned around and looked at the huge map behind him. It was a map drawn by Murong Ji based on the terrain of various places east of Zhoushan.

In this way, the veins of the earth can be gradually unblocked, the power of heaven and earth can be mobilized, and the land can be protected.

The cities built in various places are actually the core of the formation, the core of the formation that draws the power of heaven and earth.

It is also because of this that the human race can barely contend with the demon race. The vast terrain and the gathered power of heaven and earth are transformed into a protective formation that is almost impossible for ordinary demons to break through.

Fortunately, when setting up this formation, Murong Ji felt that sooner or later Donghuang and Dijun would personally take action to destroy the human race.

I just didn't expect it to come so soon.

The city in an important location had just been successfully built, and the flow of power of heaven and earth had entered a critical moment, which probably attracted the attention of Di Jun and Dong Huang.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji tilted his head slightly to look behind him, and saw Feng Hua and Feng Xu, waiting silently behind him, waiting for Murong Ji to speak.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little solemn. They were all innate human beings. The first few who had names also carried the destiny of the human race.

Xuandu, Xuannv and others have severed their karmic ties with the human race, and have completely become the foundation behind the human race, no longer presiding over human affairs.

Nowadays, the only ones who can preside over human affairs are Fenghua and Fengxu, two innate humans.

However, because he was the leader of the acquired human race, he weakened their power to the greatest extent.

What's more, this leader was personally appointed by Nuwa.

"Okay, is it necessary for us to be like this?" Murong Ji chuckled, turned around and sat on a chair beside him, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Before, I went to the Wa Palace once and met the Holy Mother. It's not that she doesn't care about the human race, but the situation is not good..."

As soon as Murong Ji finished speaking, Feng Hua and Feng Xu were shocked and looked at Murong Ji with some horror.

Saint, that's not good, these two words are usually not associated together, right?!
But these words came from Murong Ji's mouth!
Murong Ji waved his hand, motioning for the two to sit down and talk slowly. After they sat down, Murong Ji continued, "I can't explain the reason, but there must be something wrong."

"The Holy Mother decided to cooperate with the Wu Clan, and now it has been achieved. If I am not mistaken, the Wa Palace has now moved to the outer world."

"The entire Fengqi Mountain, the ancestral land of the human race, has become a piece of empty land!"

After he finished speaking, Murong Ji said no more. He lied, but he didn't lie completely.

In order to escape from the great calamity of the lich, Nuwa put in a lot of effort and dragged the human race into the catastrophe. In addition to solving the catastrophe that would start the human race, Nuwa was also replaced.

So many people died just to let Nuwa escape, is it worth it? !

worth!

At the very least, as long as Nuwa is alive, the human race will not be exterminated. If Nuwa dies, it doesn’t matter if the human race is exterminated. Who cares?

"Now let's talk about another thing. There are too many souls of dead humans wandering in this wilderness. Why not put them to use as well?"

"I need a command platform. I will choose a suitable location among these mountains to recruit human souls. If possible, I will start practicing the ghost way."

Speaking of practicing the ghost way, Murong Ji looked a little dazed. He actually had the method of practicing the ghost way in his hands.

Feng Hua Feng Xu was surprised. A feeling of astonishment came over him and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji continued, "Also, the human race cannot die in vain. I want to use the resentment generated by the death of the human race to aggravate the progress of the witch and demon calamity, and preferably erode the luck of the demon race."

The three of them chatted for a long time, and when they came to their senses, it was already late at night.

Murong Ji couldn't sleep, so he stood by the window of the main hall, looking at the scene in the night sky, staring at the moon in a daze.

Then, he walked towards the yard step by step with his hands behind his back.

He raised his head to look at the moon in the sky, his eyes darkened. The sun and the moon determine the fate of the world. As long as the sun and the moon exist, there will be continuous creation of demons.

By practicing with the help of sunlight and moonlight, the demon horde will continue to grow.

This is the trend created by Emperor Jun and Emperor Donghuang. Even the saints are helpless. They can't destroy all the lives in this world, or even destroy the sun and the moon?

In Murong Ji's opinion, the worst thing that Dijun Donghuang did was to remove the Ten Demon Saints and make the demon race their own.

Rather than the demon race among all living beings in the world.

Otherwise, Nuwa would not have gone to so much trouble to escape. With Nuwa restraining the demon clan, the demon clan's luck would not have dissipated.

Now, Murong Ji finally understood why Fuxi designed a scene in which the human race was slaughtered by the demon race.

Murong Ji knew very well that he was originally an acquired human being and had never studied the underlying logic of the human race. In terms of flesh, blood, essence and spirit, he had no way of making up for the cultivation level of the monsters.

Not to mention that he could break the Wu Clan's strong physique, which was nonsense. He was able to break the Wu Clan's defense because of his sword skills. When did it start to change?
It was after Fuxi had seen him! And after he had dug open Hou Tu's chest and taken out her blood.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. There was only one person who could influence the underlying logic of the human race, Nuwa.

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead and couldn't help but admire. From the overall perspective, Fuxi was ahead of everyone. This great god of Yi Dao opened up a way for Nuwa in the quagmire of the Lich Catastrophe.

The demons slaughtered the human race, refined the witch-killing sword, and improved the cultivation of the demon soldiers. The immense resentment of the human race rose to the sky, alarming all the adults in the prehistoric world.

God is angry and people are resentful!
It further intensified the progress of the witch-lich calamity. In this situation, Nuwa, as the demon saint, became the target of public criticism. How could the other saints let her go?

And Nuwa is the mother of the human race, supported by the luck of the human race. Now that the demons are slaughtering the human race, Nuwa stands by and watches, repaying the karma of the demons and hiding in the sky.

If a lich catastrophe breaks out in the future, the demon clan will no longer be able to ask her for help, and no one will be able to do anything to her.

Murong Ji sighed again, "As long as Nuwa doesn't leave, the demon race will never be defeated!"

The wars between humans and demons after the Lich Catastrophe were actually a continuation of the Lich Catastrophe.

After the third calamity between the liches and wizards subsides and the liches and wizards retreat from their roles as the rulers of the ancient world, it will be the turn of the human race to appear on the scene.

By then, it will be time for the great leaders of the ancient world to divide up the destiny of the human race.

The luck must be divided. The human race is weak to begin with, and does not have the strong foundation of the dragon, phoenix and other races.

Only by binding together with the great bosses of the prehistoric world and having conflicts of interest can the human race maintain its leading position in the prehistoric world.

It's very frustrating, but that's the truth. Otherwise, if something happens to the human race, why would others help you?
Can Nuwa alone withstand the other saints? !

When he returned to his residence and entered the yard, Murong Ji saw Hou Tu sitting in the yard.

There was silence for a moment. The two looked at each other for a moment, and Hou Tu suddenly looked away.

"Why are you back so late?"

After the words fell, Hou Tu was stunned for a moment. Why did she feel like a young wife waiting for her husband to come home? ! !

She stood there in a daze for a moment, feeling quite at a loss as to what to do. An unconscious concern made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Especially Murong Ji's unexpected look, constantly looking Hou Tu up and down, made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Hou Tu took a deep breath. She was one of the rare goddesses in the ancient times and the actual controller of the witch clan. How could she be a junior, and even the wife of a junior fabricated by her enemy?

Hou Tu was silent for a moment, then quickly turned around and went into the house.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, took a few steps forward, followed Hou Tu, and entered the house.

"What did you do in here!"

Murong Ji didn't say anything and just closed the door.

"presumptuous!"

"Then just slap me to death! Lady Pingxin..."

The weather was a bit cold at night. The yard should have been a place to shelter from the wind, but suddenly I could hear the whimpering of the wind.

The sound of the wind seemed to be mixed with the howling of a wolf cub foraging for food at night.

The whimpering of the wolf cub sounded somewhat mournful in the night wind, which made people feel pity.

The wolf cub seemed to have been severely punished. The executioner was so cruel. The more shrill the whimper, the more brutal the punishment...

In the following months.

Murong Ji spent the whole time among mountains and rivers, searching for the Five Mountains in his memory. After arriving at Mount Hua, he settled down there.

Arrange the formation, set the eye of the formation, and place a white jade bead inside. Gather the resentful spirits of all living beings here and refine them into the Zhu Xian Sword later.

After activating the formation, Murong Ji looked up at the sky. Under his dark eyes, the resentment of all living beings in the thick calamity clouds gathered together.

Murong Ji nodded, and then ordered a human from the Taiyi Golden Immortal race to guard here.

He then returned to the capital of Huaxu State to handle the grand sacrifice on Mount Tai.

During this period, the demon tribe calmed down and did not continue to attack Huaxu State. It seemed like the calm before the storm, and the gloom before the storm.

The demon race seemed to be a dark cloud, weighing on everyone's hearts and unable to be removed. Even Murong Ji felt a little heavy in his heart.

Standing in front of the palace hall, looking at the projection of destiny of the Fulong Ding above his head.

Because of the accumulation of power of heaven and earth, the luck has become more solid. This is because the city is used to stabilize the land veins in all directions, and the power of heaven and earth is gathered on this tripod.

Now that something has been achieved, Murong Ji is a little unsure about the power of the Fulong Ding.

(End of this chapter)