Chapter 901: The Underworld
[Didn’t Hong Yun escape from that battle?!] Murong Ji was hesitant, and he wanted to flee to the underworld in the west, waiting for the underworld to come out and earn some merits.

【Could there be an accident? 】

Zhen Yuanzi placed the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd on the table, and then said calmly: "Back then, Hong Yun and Daoist Fellow Jiang went through a life-and-death battle together. With Daoist Fellow's help, although he escaped, he was also seriously injured."

"When I was heading to the Netherworld, I was injured by the old man of the Styx again, and my soul was split into two, but... but..."

Murong Ji was stunned. This Hong Yun was really troubled. He only had his soul left, but he also encountered disaster? Could it be that he really got into trouble because he had stained himself with the blood of the great god Pangu? ! !

Murong Ji was uncertain in his heart, and his eyes fell on the Jiujiu Sanpo Gourd again. He could clearly feel a trace of soul attached to it.

Because only this Jiujiu Sanpo Gourd can preserve this half of the soul, otherwise, Hong Yun would have died.

Murong Ji touched his chin and frowned slightly. He wondered whether the other half of Hong Yun's soul had sunk into the Yellow Springs water.

If one really sank into the Yellow Spring water, there is a chance that one could regenerate a complete soul.

However, Murong Ji did not dare to gamble. If the other half did not escape, this half of the soul would dissipate sooner or later.

"Senior Zhen Yuanzi, what do you want?"

Zhen Yuanzi was silent for a moment, then he gritted his teeth and said, "My request may be a little excessive, but I really have no other choice. I need your help, Taoist friend!"

"I want you to think of some way to preserve Hongyun's soul, and then use the luck of the human race to help him achieve enlightenment."

After he finished speaking, Zhen Yuanzi looked at Murong Ji eagerly, with pleading in his eyes.

Murong Ji thought about it carefully and decided that the human race had already won. In fact, after the first battle between humans and demons, although it was a tragic victory, it also served as a wake-up call to all the tribes in the prehistoric world.

According to the development of the human race, the life span of the acquired human race is generally around one hundred years, which is so short. As the number of the human race increases, the luck is also rising.

With the help of luck and practice, maybe a few saints will emerge!
Fuxi once told Murong Ji that there should be nine Heavenly Saints. Excluding Hongjun, the Heavenly Saint, there are still eight saints to take their place, but now there are only six...

Among them is a saint of humanity.

In addition, there are also nine saints of humanity. No matter what, as far as the current prehistoric world is concerned, there is enough space to accommodate more than twenty saints.

Although it sounds ridiculous, judging from the current situation, the growth rate of this ancient world may be able to exceed that of the Six Saints, with the addition of a few others.

Murong Ji subconsciously glanced at Hou Tu, but he was constantly thinking in his heart.

There must have been many wars between the witches and humans after the witch-lich catastrophe. [Those who do not plan for eternity are not qualified to plan for the moment.]

Murong Ji suddenly thought of making plans for the future. Then, he nodded and decided that letting Hong Yun reincarnate as a human would be a good choice.

Seeing Murong Ji's agreement, Zhen Yuanzi's face was full of red. He smiled and bowed to Murong Ji, saying: "If you have any requests, please let me know. I will never refuse."

Murong Ji bowed in return, and before he could say anything, he heard Zhen Yuanzi say, "To be honest, I suddenly felt that there was something strange going on in the heaven and earth, and I'm afraid that the underground tunnel is about to appear."

"The earthly treasure book is in my hands. If I can operate it well, I might become an earthly saint, hahahaha."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank. Is the saint really a cabbage? He subconsciously swallowed the words in his mouth and looked at Hou Tu with shining eyes.

Hou Tu was confused, thinking that Murong Ji was flirting with her. Her face turned red, and she lowered her head, not bothering to pay attention to him.

Murong Ji: "..."

After sending Zhen Yuanzi away, Murong Nonggengji went to see the human beings he had sent.

These people were arranged by Xuan Du and his men, and the place they chose for their base was a fertile land.

With the people from Xuandu handling it, Murong Ji no longer cared.

He said hello to Xuandu and the others, picked up the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd, and said to Hou Tu, "Follow me to a place."

"where?"

Murong Ji grabbed Hou Tu's wrist and dragged her out of the royal city. He flew up on his sword, put his arms around Hou Tu's waist, and flew directly to the west.

After traveling for several months, Hou Tu was still confused when she arrived at the entrance to the Western Nine Netherworld Barrier.

"What brought you here?"

Murong Ji smiled and said nothing more. He broke the barrier and plunged into it. In an instant, a bloody and murderous aura hit him in the face, making people feel sick.

Murong Ji's heart sank as he looked at this dark sea of ​​blood. It had expanded several times compared to the first time he came here, and the bloody murderous aura was even more intense.

The smell was a bit heady, and Hou Tu fanned her nose, feeling a little chilly.

"What on earth are we doing here?"

Murong Ji glanced at the Netherworld Blood Sea and followed the original memory route. "Some things can't be explained. Only when you see them can you understand them."

Following the original traces, he found the location where he had initially set up the formation.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, "Let's go down and take a look together?"

Hou Tu instantly got goosebumps all over her body, "You...you want to go down?!"

Murong Ji nodded, and then he smiled and went forward to pull Hou Tu. Hou Tu was stunned and retreated far away in fear. "I won't go!"

Murong Ji shook his head, then sank into the sea of ​​blood and found the deep valley where the formation was originally set up. In the valley, the evil spirit had gathered to the size of a pigeon egg, and it was unknown how many years it would take before it could be used.

He looked at the array stakes again and made sure that there was no problem before he breathed a sigh of relief.

The human race's base number is too large, and the corpses of the demon race are not enough. Where do all the resources come from?
The netherworld sea of ​​blood.

Murong Ji drew a large amount of sea water from the famous Blood Sea, extracted the essence of life and blood evil energy from it and refined it into pills.

The ashes were piled up in the fields as fertilizer.

Murong Ji accumulated all the blood, evil and resentment, waiting to refine the Zhuxian Sword in the future.

Otherwise, where would the resources come from for so many cultivators of the human race?
After checking the valley again and making sure that the formation was functioning normally, the sea of ​​blood gushed out.

As we got closer to the sea, we saw Houtu standing on the shore, looking down into the sea of ​​blood with a worried look on her face. She wanted to come down to investigate, but she was somewhat disgusted by the smelly bloody water.

Murong Ji sneered and then jumped out of the water.

Seeing Murong Ji coming ashore, Hou Tu quickly took two steps back, covered her nose and said, "Go wash yourself quickly. If you can't wash yourself clean, don't touch me!"

Murong Ji laughed, [She really has fallen in love with me!] He made a hand seal and directly cleared the blood stains on his body.

He took Hou Tu and walked towards the Yellow Spring River.

The two of them were not moving very fast, as most of the ground here was covered in blood and mud, with nowhere to step.

The source of Yellow Spring Water is the Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood. The water flowing out of Yellow Spring Water is the essence of life, but it is not pure.

That thing can repair the soul and even assist in the cultivation of the spirit, but it is a good thing, but... it is too disgusting.

I don’t know how long I walked, but I smelled a rotten odor, which was very disgusting. When Hou Tu smelled it, she felt a little nauseous.

Near the Yellow Springs River, a dark yellow river water slowly flows out from the netherworld sea of ​​blood.

There were some rotten and yellow water stains, which were extremely disgusting and smelled terrible.

Not long after walking along the Yellow Springs River, Hou Tu vomited twice. The environment here is really indescribable.

Murong Ji watched Hou Tu bending over and vomiting by the river, thinking for a moment: "Are you pregnant?! We didn't take any protective measures when we were having fun together."

Hou Tu glared at him angrily and said, "Get lost!"

He wanted to scold Murong Ji a few more times, but a feeling of nausea suddenly surged into his heart. He bent over and continued to vomit. The taste of this Yellow Spring water was really disgusting.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly. For creatures of their level, pregnancy was an unattainable wish.

The ten sons of Di Jun and Chang Xi were the ones who conceived offspring by cutting off their origins.

It is extremely difficult to get pregnant normally. Their bodies are too active, making it almost impossible for them to get pregnant and have children.

Unless...some means are used.

But Murong Ji didn't want to have any offspring in this life. If he had any offspring, he would have a flaw. How could anyone be so cruel as to watch his son and daughter being brutally murdered and remain indifferent? !
At least Murong Ji couldn't do it.

Coming back to his senses and seeing that Hou Tu was in better condition, Murong Ji then pointed a bright light from his fingertips and touched Hou Tu's forehead.

By passing the law of heaven and earth over, this method can support oneself and create a world of its own within the body.

Hou Tu said angrily: "If you have this method, why didn't you teach it to me earlier?!"

Murong Ji chuckled, "Because... I still don't trust you..."

Hou Tu was startled, but she didn't ask any more questions. How could she trust Murong Ji...

After waiting for Hou Tu's condition to ease a lot, Murong Ji asked, "How is it? If you are better, let's continue moving forward."

Hou Tu wiped the corner of her mouth, suppressed the nausea, and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Murong Ji raised his lips and said, "The underworld! Like the Purple Sky Palace, a palace that carries the Great Dao."

Hou Tu collected her thoughts instantly. Since it involved the sainthood, she couldn't help but take it seriously. Perhaps it was just as Murong Ji said, only by becoming a saint would one have the ability to protect the witch clan.

Murong Ji walked forward, and Hou Tu followed closely behind.

The two of them walked to the entrance where the Yellow Springs River flowed into the underground. Murong Ji gestured, then jumped into the water and sank into the underground along with the river.

In the blink of an eye, there was no trace of Murong Ji.

Hou Tu stood by the river, looking at the yellow water, and the feeling of nausea surged into her heart again. If possible, she really didn't want to jump into the river.

After thinking about it, he pinched his nose and jumped down.

There was a long period of darkness. It was an underground sewer. Some places were wide enough for only one person to pass through. Hou Tu was worried that she would get stuck.

(End of this chapter)