Chapter 895 How to Become a Saint?
[Fellow Daoists, in the battle between humans and demons, should we lend a hand...]

【Inaction...】

In an instant, all the saints fell silent. After a long while, someone murmured something.

【Respected Master Brother’s Order】

All the fluctuations gradually subsided, silently and slowly dissipated.

"Boom! Click!"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang and the sky and the earth changed color.

Several saints felt a constant buzzing in their ears, and their perception was temporarily affected by the sound.

After coming to his senses, he looked at the primitive land with horror.

At the same time, all the powerful beings in the ancient world woke up from their retreat and looked up in horror.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the calamity clouds were surging like the sea, with raging waves!

The loud noise was like the explosion of heaven and earth. In fact, this sound was not audible and was almost inaudible to ordinary people.

The higher the level of cultivation, the more deafening the sound.

The dark clouds, the gloomy murderous aura gathered in the sky, and the resentment of the human race!

To the naked eye, the sky was sunny and calm.

To those who practice cultivation, the sky is filled with rolling clouds and flashing lights of various colors.

Evil spirit, negative energy, resentment, murderous intent, almost all the negative energy in the prehistoric world gathered together, mixing together and constantly turning into the atmosphere of a catastrophe.

Countless forces of heaven and earth were stirred up, and the calamity clouds continued to erode the power of heaven and earth, spreading along the veins of the power of heaven and earth to the entire prehistoric world.

Any living being that comes into contact with the aura of the catastrophe will have its will confused and its spiritual light dimmed.

It will erode your luck and offset your blessings.

The sky is falling!
Countless innate sacred beings were horrified, and some of the older ones who had transformed earlier had their hearts trembling violently.

This kind of situation only happened during the Longhan catastrophe when the three tribes fought to the death!

The lich catastrophe!

It’s really begun!

As soon as he entered the city, Murong Ji looked up at the sky with a sneer on his face, and then turned his gaze to Hou Tu in his arms.

By chance, she also looked up.

As soon as Hou Tu woke up, she felt the great changes in the world. She was shocked but could do nothing.

"We have finally come to this point!"

Originally, the top leaders of the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan had a tacit understanding to prevent the two clans from following the same path as the Dragon, Phoenix and Three Clans, and the fights between the two clans were restrained on both sides.

There is never a massacre. If you win, you win. If you lose, you lose. If you die, you die.

Both sides consciously exercised restraint, hoping to overcome this difficulty by prolonging the fight between the two tribes.

Now, the efforts of several Yuanhui have been in vain. It has really come to the life and death of the demon clan and the witch clan. Instead, people are terrified and unable to calm down.

Seeing that Hou Tu was a little distracted, Murong Ji patted Hou Tu's back gently and hugged her tighter.

I don’t know why, but I always feel a violent aura around Hou Tu, and even Murong Ji himself can’t calm down.

He was a little stunned for a moment. With his sexual practice, this shouldn't have happened.

When Murong Ji opened his eyes and looked, he was shocked. A large amount of evil aura was constantly lingering around Hou Tu, corroding her body.

Murong Ji was shocked and looked outside through the car window. He and the witches beside the car were still surrounded and suppressed by a large amount of evil spirit and resentment.

It's not just the witch clan, the human race is like this too, and the situation is especially serious around the witch clan and half-witches.

This calamity gradually eroded their bodies and spirits.

Murong Ji's heart sank, how could this be!

Looking up at the sky, there were endless clouds rolling above it. Then I remembered that all the calamity, evil spirit, and resentment had been melted together by me.

That kind of calamity cloud pressed downward, surging along with the power of heaven and earth in Huaxu, flowing to various parts of the country, transforming into all kinds of resentment and evil spirits, constantly eroding the will and consciousness of living beings.

Murong Ji calmed down. This thing was a bit weird. It gave him the feeling that the Beast God and Daoxuan were merged together.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji thought about it carefully and realized that this thing was formed by the resentment of living beings combining evil spirits with calamity spirits.

The resentful evil spirits of living beings can corrode people's consciousness and intelligence, causing them to become possessed by demons and destroying their spiritual fruits. This is also the main reason why the Zhu Xian Sword can kill the immortal species.

He looked down at Hou Tu in his arms. Hou Tu seemed to be consciously struggling with the resentful evil spirit.

She is the actual leader of the witch clan and the main target of the calamity energy. How could she possibly escape from it?

Murong Ji slowly exhaled a breath of foul air. It would probably not be easy to save Hou Tu from the catastrophe.

When he came to his senses, the carriage had already entered the palace. Murong Ji picked up Hou Tu and walked towards the residence. He put Hou Tu on the bed and covered her with a quilt. After making sure that she was fine for the time being, he walked out of the house and continued to deal with other things.

In the more than half a month since the Taishan Festival began, a lot of things have accumulated.

When I pushed the door open and walked into the palace hall, I saw Feng Hua and Feng Xu already sitting in front of the desk, handling matters with frowns on their brows.

Murong Ji picked a desk at random, picked up a scroll of bamboo slips, and read it carefully.

Murong Ji handled the affairs quickly, but Huaxu Kingdom was huge and also received affairs from other parts of the human race.

Just when he was halfway through, Murong Ji looked up at the sky again. His pair of pale eyes kept wandering in the clouds in the sky, and he glanced at himself with some surprise.

Unexpectedly, a large amount of calamity energy surged into his body, which was then dissipated by his own true essence and the Pure Karma Sword Lotus, and completely became Murong Ji's own foundation.

[This is almost like treating me as a member of the witch clan! ]

His eyes fell on Feng Hua Feng Xu, but he did not see much calamity lingering around them.

If you think about it carefully, there is almost no difference in body structure between the Witch Clan and the acquired human race, but they should not vent their anger on the human race due to luck and connections.

"It seems that this is a punishment from heaven."

Murong Ji was not sure whether this had anything to do with the fact that he had contributed to the triggering of the Lich Calamity, but for now, he should have gotten what he deserved.

Then he sneered. What do other ethnic groups have to do with other races? With so many humans dead, they should get some interest back!
For other cultivators, the calamity energy is poison, but for Murong Ji, it is a tonic.

Thinking of this, Murong Ji suddenly thought of a person, the Golden Spirit Mother, who, like himself, possessed both yin and yang. If she could find a suitable martial art, this calamity would be an opportunity for her.

Murong Ji collected his thoughts and glanced around the hall. Fenghua and Fengxu, Xuandu Xuannv, and Yao Ji were all sitting at their desks, handling human affairs.

The speed is not fast, and some things still need to be considered carefully.

Murong Ji doesn't need to do so, as his experience is enough to deal with many complicated matters.

Suddenly, a maid came forward respectfully and placed the bamboo slips that Xuan Du and the others could not handle on her desk.

He also quietly took the bamboo slips with Murong Ji's reply away and distributed them to the people who were doing business outside.

Murong Ji picked up a scroll of bamboo slips casually, but did not rush to approve it. He looked at the beads of sweat on the maids' foreheads and raised his eyebrows slightly.

This job may seem simple, but it is actually very physically demanding. These maids are all cultivators. Some of them are at the level of Taiyi True Immortal, which is considered as masters among the human race.

It is also an important force in guarding the royal palace.

When Murong Ji had nothing to do, he would teach them how to practice, combat techniques, and various secret arts. He never taught them privately, so these people could be considered his disciples.

It’s just… the techniques that he practiced were varied, including the Xuanbai Taiqing method, the Shiqing Yuqing method, the Taiji Xuanqing Dao method, and even the Queen Mother of the West’s Liuba Guiyin method.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji opened the bamboo slips in his hand and read them carefully.

The sky gradually darkened, and when Murong Ji came to his senses, it was already late at night, and Xuan Du and others were eating the food that was served to them.

Murong Ji stretched and looked at the food in front of him: boiled vegetables with oil floating in the soup. His eyes fell on the dry food and meat in the grate beside him.

Then I picked it up and took a bite. In this era, this is already a good thing, a delicacy.

There was no other way. The monks could survive by relying on spiritual energy and evil spirits. Murong Ji ordered that these monks should not eat if possible.

The remaining rations were all provided to those who were qualified to practice.

As for ordinary people, as long as they don’t starve to death, it’s fine.

It's cruel, but there's nothing we can do. Supplies are scarce and it's wartime, so being able to be alive is already very good.

Murong Ji picked up the piece of meat. This thing was the meat of a monster. At this point, why would he care whether the monster could eat it or not?

Knock out the bones and extract the marrow, make clothes out of the fur, a monster, no matter what it is, will be put to the best use, because there is nothing else.

The cultivated land is not enough for human beings to eat.

Murong Ji glanced at Xuan Du and the others. They were all in no mood to talk. The fatigue from handling government affairs made them have no time to pay attention to gossip. Now they just wanted to rest as soon as possible.

After eating a mouthful of food, Murong Ji felt that he was still alive. He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the hall leisurely. "I'll go home first."

No one responded, too lazy to respond.

Back to the residence.

Murong Ji saw Hou Tu sitting in front of the stone table in the yard, lost in thought.

When she saw Murong Ji coming back, Hou Tu raised her head and looked at him, as if she had just come back to life.

Then he asked, "The Wu Clan is hopeless... right?"

Murong Ji was silent for a moment, then said: "Yes, from witches to humans, your previous strategy must be changed, otherwise, as long as the witch clan still exists in name, it will be affected by the calamity."

"But how do you become a saint now?"

Hou Tu was stunned, then shook her head with a bitter smile: "The catastrophe has begun. I no longer expect to become a saint. Whether I can escape with my life depends on my luck."

Murong Ji sat on the stone table, cross-legged with his hand on his forehead, looking at Hou Tu in front of him, thinking carefully, it is very strange that the underworld has not yet appeared in the world.

(End of this chapter)