Chapter 1136 The Foundation of Cultivation
Why bother going and wasting energy to start over?
Murong Ji has been paying close attention to the progress of the prehistoric world. What he didn't expect was that the Demon Ancestor Luohou seemed to have disappeared again, and there was no news at all.
Murong Ji was a little surprised and confused about what Luohou was doing.
Generally, he doesn't need to deal with worldly affairs, as his two disciples can handle them well.
Murong Ji stood up and walked out of Yuqing Palace. At a glance, he saw that his three little disciples had grown into graceful young ladies.
There is no trace of his original stupid appearance at all, it is completely different appearance, quite like the Three Monsters of Mount Tu in the previous life.
Murong nodded with satisfaction, said no more, flew up and flew towards Tianwaitian.
Going up to Zixiao Palace again and landing on the island of Zixiao Palace, you will see that the entire island of Zixiao Palace is extremely empty.
The formation that was originally set up was still working, but it seemed like a dead end.
lifeless.
Walking into the Zixiao Palace, I could not see the black masses in my sight.
The Demon Ancestor Luohou follows the path of the devil, the path of darkness and turbidity, which is completely opposite to the path of Hongjun.
But what exactly is the magic way? He is not very clear.
He walked all the way to the inner hall of Zixiao Palace and looked inside through the window. There was still no one in sight. Murong Ji frowned slightly, feeling a little helpless.
He had anticipated this kind of situation a long time ago, but he never thought that it would be so difficult to deal with now that it was really in front of him.
The situations were different each time I went to Zixiao Palace three times. Now, no one knew where Hongjun's body and Luohou had gone.
There is an 80% chance that he has entered the ancient world. If we can't find him, it will be a trouble.
Murong Ji went to check the situations of the saints again, one by one, and made sure that there was nothing unusual. Then he flew towards the last place, the Empress Wa Palace.
Landing outside the Wahuang Palace, Murong Ji looked around again and found that the entire Wahuang Palace was somewhat empty and lonely.
Before I took a few steps, a voice came to my ear: "Why are you looking for me?"
Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, then he bowed and saluted: "Disciple pays respect to the Holy Mother!"
"Haha, you are really good at this. You want to see my condition, right?!"
Murong Ji did not deny it. He walked into the Queen Wa Palace, passed the front hall, walked into the inner hall a little, and then went straight to her bedroom.
As soon as you push the door open and enter, the first thing that catches your eye is the map of mountains, rivers, and the country. On the back of the map, a figure is vaguely revealed.
Murong Ji bowed again and said, "I'm sorry!"
Going around the map of mountains, rivers, and the state, he came directly to the depths of the inner hall. Looking up, he saw Nuwa lying on the bed with a pair of delicate feet swinging back and forth.
But he was studying the red hydrangea carefully.
With just one glance, Murong Ji discovered that the red hydrangea had turned into a Chaos Spirit Treasure. He was a little stunned for a moment, not knowing how Nuwa did it.
Without asking any more questions, he opened his eyes and looked at Nuwa, from beginning to end, without seeing anything unusual, and was about to ask for apology.
He saw Nuwa fiddling with the red hydrangea, as if trying to attract his attention.
Murong Ji was speechless for a moment, feeling a little amused and helpless. At this moment, Nuwa was like a little girl showing off her toys.
Murong Ji was silent for a moment, then said casually, "The Holy Mother is truly gifted. This innate treasure can be cultivated into a Chaos Spirit Treasure by the Holy Mother. This is truly a great blessing for our race!!"
Nuwa's eyes were almost smiling. She raised her head proudly and waved at Murong Ji, motioning him to come forward.
Murong Ji was a little stunned for a moment. If he walked further, he would reach the platform. The raised part of the bedroom was where the bed was placed.
It is also a reminder that it is a safe distance for the owner.
If Murong Ji just walked up like this...it might not be a good idea.
"come over!"
Murong Ji frowned slightly. He didn't like this commanding tone.
"Hurry up~"
Murong Ji's eyebrows jumped violently. The contrast between before and after was quite big. Why? After a moment of silence, he still raised his foot and walked forward.
"Holy Mother." He saluted respectfully with his fists clasped.
Nuwa, however, looked at Murong Ji meaningfully. She just leaned on the bed and looked at Murong Ji who was standing beside the bed.
Murong Ji waited for a long time, but there was no instruction from Nuwa. He looked up with a frown and saw that Nuwa had a strange look in her eyes.
His heart couldn't help but skip a beat. This look was somewhat familiar to him. It was the look that Hou Tu gave him when she asked for love.
"Holy Mother, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Murong Ji turned around and walked towards the door without saying a word.
"Humph! Coward! Are you afraid that Houtu will cause trouble for you? Get out! Get out now!"
Suddenly, something hit him from behind and landed on the back of Murong Ji's head.
Murong Ji looked back and saw Nuwa's pillow fallen to the ground. He silently picked up the pillow and found that this thing was also an innate spiritual treasure.
I have an understanding of Nuwa's luxurious life.
I thought about putting the pillow aside, but when I looked around, I found that the surroundings were very empty. There was no place to put anything, not even furniture. Most of the utensils were in Nuwa's bedroom.
Murong Ji was helpless, turned around and walked back, wanting to put the pillow on the table.
"Give it here...it's just two steps, you don't want me to do it myself." Nuwa's face was full of resentment, and she cried softly, like a real fairy.
Murong Ji had a blank expression on his face. He placed the pillow on Nuwa's bed, exhaled secretly, and turned away.
After taking a few steps, suddenly, his waist was stopped by something. Murong Ji frowned and looked down.
That was a tail, a smooth and tender tail, a snake's tail.
Suddenly, it seemed as if something climbed up Murong Ji's back and wrapped around his entire body.
"Holy Mother, please..."
"I want to have a taste of that feeling... Hou Tu often brags to me, I want to try it out and see if it's the same feeling as she said..."
As she spoke, Nuwa climbed onto the back of Murong Ji's neck, and her breath blew behind Murong Ji's ears, which was very itchy.
Murong Ji was somewhat tempted, but he forced himself to suppress the desire in his heart, and his eyes gradually became clear.
Murong Ji: "..."
"You go find someone else, I..."
"lie……"
Nuwa's body was soft and she wrapped around Murong Ji's body. Her voice was not loud, but it was like the little cat in his heart, scratching constantly.
"I sensed that you are also... not being honest..."
Murong Ji had a headache. He was a man, and it would be strange if he didn't react. He looked down and saw Nuwa's snake tail tightly wrapped around him.
"Why choose me?"
"Because... you are so strong that you are about to leave all of us behind. As a small cultivator, I naturally need to find a backer."
Murong Ji was speechless and didn't know what to say. He was thinking about how to get out of this situation, but when he was distracted, he was pulled back by Nuwa.
She fell on the bed, but still wrapped herself tightly around Murong Ji, just like a python that would crush its prey before eating.
Murong Ji had a headache. If he didn't use the Immortal Execution Sword, he really couldn't get rid of the veil of a saint with brute force...
"Stop it, we shouldn't..."
Before he could finish his words, Nuwa's face suddenly came in front of Murong Ji, so close that Murong Ji was startled.
He was silent for a moment.
"I am not a human. I am born sacred. I don't have to pay attention to the benevolence, justice, etiquette and laws you set." Nuwa suddenly held up Murong Ji's face.
When Murong Ji was hesitating whether to leave, he heard Nuwa slowly say: "Are you looking for Luohou?"
As soon as he heard the serious business, Murong Ji instantly came out of that ambiguous state.
"Yes, do you have news?" His voice was a little deep, his brows were slightly furrowed, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Nuwa gradually became sharper.
"No, but I want to tell you...hiss..." As she spoke, Nuwa suddenly spit out her tongue like a snake.
The tip of the tongue was small, like a pair of small hands, wandering on Murong Ji's face.
"Nothing can happen to Hongjun and Luohou."
Suddenly, the snake's tongue went directly into Murong Ji's mouth, and Nuwa's snake tail slowly turned into legs and wrapped around Murong Ji's waist.
"You don't know what the original prehistoric world was like. There was no immortal system. It was all built up based on the great ways of the two of them..."
Murong Ji was a little angry because of Nuwa's teasing, and his breathing became heavy, but he calmed down and thought carefully.
He was not quite clear about what Nuwa meant. What did she mean by that the system of immortals and gods was built based on the great ways of Hongjun and Luohou?
As if she understood Murong Ji's doubts, Nuwa slowly said: "In the prehistoric world, cultivation is divided into three stages."
"After the creation of the world, the first innate creatures that were born had no concept of cultivation at all. They just instinctively groped for the way forward."
"Including us, the second batch of innate saints, before we transformed, we all grew naturally like trees."
"At that time, there was no concept of cultivation. It was just... to stay alive... The highest level of cultivation was no more than a celestial being..."
Nuwa leaned forward, lifted her hips slightly from Murong Ji's legs, pushed her skirt up to her thighs, and took off her undergarments and underwear together.
For a moment, the moonlight was bright, as if a full moon of the sixteenth moon was in my arms.
There is no light in the inner hall. The lighting is entirely dependent on the use of a ray of light, so that there are no blind spots in the entire inner hall.
No matter what, you can see it clearly.
"The King of Ferocious Beasts, Shen Ni, and his subordinates are all murderous people. A large number of innate sacred beings have become their food."
"In order to survive, Hongjun and Luohou once thought of a way to speed up their own growth and strength, so they practiced cultivation."
"After the Dao-Demon Catastrophe, Dao Ancestor accepted Luo Hou's Dao and maintained that way of practice... that's why we have... the situation we have now."
Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, but not surprised. He lowered his head and thought carefully, and saw the clear wood grain on the floor of the inner hall.
It was made of a spiritual wood, with beautiful patterns and an antique feel.
(End of this chapter)
Why bother going and wasting energy to start over?
Murong Ji has been paying close attention to the progress of the prehistoric world. What he didn't expect was that the Demon Ancestor Luohou seemed to have disappeared again, and there was no news at all.
Murong Ji was a little surprised and confused about what Luohou was doing.
Generally, he doesn't need to deal with worldly affairs, as his two disciples can handle them well.
Murong Ji stood up and walked out of Yuqing Palace. At a glance, he saw that his three little disciples had grown into graceful young ladies.
There is no trace of his original stupid appearance at all, it is completely different appearance, quite like the Three Monsters of Mount Tu in the previous life.
Murong nodded with satisfaction, said no more, flew up and flew towards Tianwaitian.
Going up to Zixiao Palace again and landing on the island of Zixiao Palace, you will see that the entire island of Zixiao Palace is extremely empty.
The formation that was originally set up was still working, but it seemed like a dead end.
lifeless.
Walking into the Zixiao Palace, I could not see the black masses in my sight.
The Demon Ancestor Luohou follows the path of the devil, the path of darkness and turbidity, which is completely opposite to the path of Hongjun.
But what exactly is the magic way? He is not very clear.
He walked all the way to the inner hall of Zixiao Palace and looked inside through the window. There was still no one in sight. Murong Ji frowned slightly, feeling a little helpless.
He had anticipated this kind of situation a long time ago, but he never thought that it would be so difficult to deal with now that it was really in front of him.
The situations were different each time I went to Zixiao Palace three times. Now, no one knew where Hongjun's body and Luohou had gone.
There is an 80% chance that he has entered the ancient world. If we can't find him, it will be a trouble.
Murong Ji went to check the situations of the saints again, one by one, and made sure that there was nothing unusual. Then he flew towards the last place, the Empress Wa Palace.
Landing outside the Wahuang Palace, Murong Ji looked around again and found that the entire Wahuang Palace was somewhat empty and lonely.
Before I took a few steps, a voice came to my ear: "Why are you looking for me?"
Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, then he bowed and saluted: "Disciple pays respect to the Holy Mother!"
"Haha, you are really good at this. You want to see my condition, right?!"
Murong Ji did not deny it. He walked into the Queen Wa Palace, passed the front hall, walked into the inner hall a little, and then went straight to her bedroom.
As soon as you push the door open and enter, the first thing that catches your eye is the map of mountains, rivers, and the country. On the back of the map, a figure is vaguely revealed.
Murong Ji bowed again and said, "I'm sorry!"
Going around the map of mountains, rivers, and the state, he came directly to the depths of the inner hall. Looking up, he saw Nuwa lying on the bed with a pair of delicate feet swinging back and forth.
But he was studying the red hydrangea carefully.
With just one glance, Murong Ji discovered that the red hydrangea had turned into a Chaos Spirit Treasure. He was a little stunned for a moment, not knowing how Nuwa did it.
Without asking any more questions, he opened his eyes and looked at Nuwa, from beginning to end, without seeing anything unusual, and was about to ask for apology.
He saw Nuwa fiddling with the red hydrangea, as if trying to attract his attention.
Murong Ji was speechless for a moment, feeling a little amused and helpless. At this moment, Nuwa was like a little girl showing off her toys.
Murong Ji was silent for a moment, then said casually, "The Holy Mother is truly gifted. This innate treasure can be cultivated into a Chaos Spirit Treasure by the Holy Mother. This is truly a great blessing for our race!!"
Nuwa's eyes were almost smiling. She raised her head proudly and waved at Murong Ji, motioning him to come forward.
Murong Ji was a little stunned for a moment. If he walked further, he would reach the platform. The raised part of the bedroom was where the bed was placed.
It is also a reminder that it is a safe distance for the owner.
If Murong Ji just walked up like this...it might not be a good idea.
"come over!"
Murong Ji frowned slightly. He didn't like this commanding tone.
"Hurry up~"
Murong Ji's eyebrows jumped violently. The contrast between before and after was quite big. Why? After a moment of silence, he still raised his foot and walked forward.
"Holy Mother." He saluted respectfully with his fists clasped.
Nuwa, however, looked at Murong Ji meaningfully. She just leaned on the bed and looked at Murong Ji who was standing beside the bed.
Murong Ji waited for a long time, but there was no instruction from Nuwa. He looked up with a frown and saw that Nuwa had a strange look in her eyes.
His heart couldn't help but skip a beat. This look was somewhat familiar to him. It was the look that Hou Tu gave him when she asked for love.
"Holy Mother, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Murong Ji turned around and walked towards the door without saying a word.
"Humph! Coward! Are you afraid that Houtu will cause trouble for you? Get out! Get out now!"
Suddenly, something hit him from behind and landed on the back of Murong Ji's head.
Murong Ji looked back and saw Nuwa's pillow fallen to the ground. He silently picked up the pillow and found that this thing was also an innate spiritual treasure.
I have an understanding of Nuwa's luxurious life.
I thought about putting the pillow aside, but when I looked around, I found that the surroundings were very empty. There was no place to put anything, not even furniture. Most of the utensils were in Nuwa's bedroom.
Murong Ji was helpless, turned around and walked back, wanting to put the pillow on the table.
"Give it here...it's just two steps, you don't want me to do it myself." Nuwa's face was full of resentment, and she cried softly, like a real fairy.
Murong Ji had a blank expression on his face. He placed the pillow on Nuwa's bed, exhaled secretly, and turned away.
After taking a few steps, suddenly, his waist was stopped by something. Murong Ji frowned and looked down.
That was a tail, a smooth and tender tail, a snake's tail.
Suddenly, it seemed as if something climbed up Murong Ji's back and wrapped around his entire body.
"Holy Mother, please..."
"I want to have a taste of that feeling... Hou Tu often brags to me, I want to try it out and see if it's the same feeling as she said..."
As she spoke, Nuwa climbed onto the back of Murong Ji's neck, and her breath blew behind Murong Ji's ears, which was very itchy.
Murong Ji was somewhat tempted, but he forced himself to suppress the desire in his heart, and his eyes gradually became clear.
Murong Ji: "..."
"You go find someone else, I..."
"lie……"
Nuwa's body was soft and she wrapped around Murong Ji's body. Her voice was not loud, but it was like the little cat in his heart, scratching constantly.
"I sensed that you are also... not being honest..."
Murong Ji had a headache. He was a man, and it would be strange if he didn't react. He looked down and saw Nuwa's snake tail tightly wrapped around him.
"Why choose me?"
"Because... you are so strong that you are about to leave all of us behind. As a small cultivator, I naturally need to find a backer."
Murong Ji was speechless and didn't know what to say. He was thinking about how to get out of this situation, but when he was distracted, he was pulled back by Nuwa.
She fell on the bed, but still wrapped herself tightly around Murong Ji, just like a python that would crush its prey before eating.
Murong Ji had a headache. If he didn't use the Immortal Execution Sword, he really couldn't get rid of the veil of a saint with brute force...
"Stop it, we shouldn't..."
Before he could finish his words, Nuwa's face suddenly came in front of Murong Ji, so close that Murong Ji was startled.
He was silent for a moment.
"I am not a human. I am born sacred. I don't have to pay attention to the benevolence, justice, etiquette and laws you set." Nuwa suddenly held up Murong Ji's face.
When Murong Ji was hesitating whether to leave, he heard Nuwa slowly say: "Are you looking for Luohou?"
As soon as he heard the serious business, Murong Ji instantly came out of that ambiguous state.
"Yes, do you have news?" His voice was a little deep, his brows were slightly furrowed, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Nuwa gradually became sharper.
"No, but I want to tell you...hiss..." As she spoke, Nuwa suddenly spit out her tongue like a snake.
The tip of the tongue was small, like a pair of small hands, wandering on Murong Ji's face.
"Nothing can happen to Hongjun and Luohou."
Suddenly, the snake's tongue went directly into Murong Ji's mouth, and Nuwa's snake tail slowly turned into legs and wrapped around Murong Ji's waist.
"You don't know what the original prehistoric world was like. There was no immortal system. It was all built up based on the great ways of the two of them..."
Murong Ji was a little angry because of Nuwa's teasing, and his breathing became heavy, but he calmed down and thought carefully.
He was not quite clear about what Nuwa meant. What did she mean by that the system of immortals and gods was built based on the great ways of Hongjun and Luohou?
As if she understood Murong Ji's doubts, Nuwa slowly said: "In the prehistoric world, cultivation is divided into three stages."
"After the creation of the world, the first innate creatures that were born had no concept of cultivation at all. They just instinctively groped for the way forward."
"Including us, the second batch of innate saints, before we transformed, we all grew naturally like trees."
"At that time, there was no concept of cultivation. It was just... to stay alive... The highest level of cultivation was no more than a celestial being..."
Nuwa leaned forward, lifted her hips slightly from Murong Ji's legs, pushed her skirt up to her thighs, and took off her undergarments and underwear together.
For a moment, the moonlight was bright, as if a full moon of the sixteenth moon was in my arms.
There is no light in the inner hall. The lighting is entirely dependent on the use of a ray of light, so that there are no blind spots in the entire inner hall.
No matter what, you can see it clearly.
"The King of Ferocious Beasts, Shen Ni, and his subordinates are all murderous people. A large number of innate sacred beings have become their food."
"In order to survive, Hongjun and Luohou once thought of a way to speed up their own growth and strength, so they practiced cultivation."
"After the Dao-Demon Catastrophe, Dao Ancestor accepted Luo Hou's Dao and maintained that way of practice... that's why we have... the situation we have now."
Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, but not surprised. He lowered his head and thought carefully, and saw the clear wood grain on the floor of the inner hall.
It was made of a spiritual wood, with beautiful patterns and an antique feel.
(End of this chapter)
