Chapter 881 The Gentlest Ancestral Witch

Murong Ji raised his eyes slightly, looked towards the woods on the left, and his face darkened again.

Before he knew it, he had found himself surrounded by the Ancestral Witches. He discovered four of them alone.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled, "What if I don't agree? Is Queen Hou Tu still planning to snatch it away by force?!"

Hou Tu suddenly smiled: "No, everyone knows that I, Hou Tu, am the most kindhearted person. How could I do such a thing?"

Murong Ji: "..."

"In our witch clan, as long as the ancestor witch agrees, the opinions of other witches are not important at all. Including my brothers and sisters, as long as I am stronger than them, I can easily convince them."

"I have always been gentle, the gentlest among the witches. Whenever there is a disagreement, I will gently persuade them."

Murong Ji's face darkened. The meaning of this was very clear. She and Nuwa had already reached a consensus, so it didn't matter what choice she made.

"You may not be stronger than me..." Murong Ji frowned, and the Precious Lotus Lantern slowly appeared in his hand. He was about to look for an opportunity to attack.

In an instant, Hou Tu's aura suddenly exploded and pressed towards Murong Ji like an overwhelming force.

Murong Ji frowned, and immediately used the Wanxu Qianchou Enai Hui, and in this majestic momentum, he continuously dissolved Hou Tu's momentum and pressure.

At the same time, he used the innate spiritual light of the Precious Lotus Lantern to defend himself from a sneak attack by the Ancestral Witch.

In an instant, a delicate fist appeared in front of Murong Ji.

The punch was thrown at a fast speed and didn't seem to have much force, but there was a strong power attached to it.

There was something wrong with this power, as there was a hint of will mixed in with the force.

【Three Elements Return to One! 】

Murong Ji's pupils shrank sharply and he retreated hastily, ignoring the colorful flames. He retreated several meters and after making sure it was safe, he looked at Hou Tu again.

Hou Tu looked at him with a smile on her face, like a little girl showing off her new toy.

And he had a look of determination to win.

Murong Ji then remembered that among the twelve ancient witches, Hou Tu Niangniang was the most special. She had a weak soul.

This kind of soul did not have much advantage at the beginning, and even weakened some of Hou Tu's advantages among the ancestor witches, so she was the youngest sister.

But in the later stages, the soul gradually grows stronger and reaches the level of the body, and both life and death are preserved, which is another state.

Murong Ji's face turned pale, his injuries had not yet fully healed, and facing the ancestor witch Hou Tu who was both alive and dead, Murong Ji felt that he was in a bit of trouble.

【Return to the Void! 】

Murong Ji was not sure what the difference was between Anti-Void and Saint, but Hou Tu's realm at this moment was actually the Return to Void realm!
She! Has not yet become a saint! But she has definitely transcended the level of a quasi-saint.

Murong Ji had fought with Di Jun Dong Huang before. He was at the peak of Quasi-Saint level and was still at the level of "using the Dao". He could confront Di Jun Dong Huang with the same Dao. He could fight or escape.

But Hou Tu at this time was in a very mysterious state. She had already realized the fruit of her own great Dao. If she took another half step forward, she would be able to be above the Great Dao, or within the Great Dao.

To have both sex and life, to go against the innate nature.

This is a pseudo-concept. It is a practice system and concept that will only appear after the practice system of the human race is completed.

A method that was figured out by people, just like the acquired sword art.

In this period of time when everyone is inherently sacred, no one has ever cared about the relationship between the body, magic power, or even the soul.

The saints passed down the Taoist tradition, but there are only vague concepts in it.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled and looked at Hou Tu with fear in his eyes.

He really didn't expect that Hou Tu had already reached this level. She was already a leader among the peak quasi-saints, but he didn't expect that she was only half a step away from the supreme sainthood.

[After all, she was the powerful one who competed with Nuwa, and she always underestimated her! ]

Murong Ji felt heavy in his heart. In the early years, because Nuwa had suppressed Hou Tu's quasi-saint cultivation and took advantage of her, he subconsciously thought that Hou Tu was very weak.

But we forget that no one who can become a saint is simple.

"Hehe, I still have to thank you. The sword you chopped on my chest and the sword that was able to dig open my chest with the magic treasure really benefited me a lot."

"You helped me find a path of cultivation suitable for my witch clan. After careful research, I found that this path is more suitable for the human race. Is this the method you came up with to help the human race rise?!"

Hou Tu's face was full of smiles, and she looked at Murong Ji with increasing satisfaction, like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law.

Murong Ji's heart trembled and he jumped away suddenly. At the same time, he opened the innate spiritual light of the Precious Lotus Lantern and looked again. There was a big man with a black face standing where he originally stood.

The big man raised the stick and smashed it down with a loud bang.

Dijiang!

Before Murong Ji could react, another person rushed out from the bushes behind him and tried to hug him tightly from behind.

Murong Ji frowned, and threw the person behind him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw. He raised his foot again and kicked the figure flying to the right.

After kicking the person flying backwards, I realized that she was a cute girl.

Xuan Ming!

Murong Ji was stunned, but he couldn't care less at this moment as more and more people rushed out of the woods.

"Human! You are so brave! You dug open my sister's chest and sucked her blood!" Di Jiang looked at Murong Ji with a gloomy face, wishing he could tear Murong Ji to pieces.

Murong Ji ignored it and looked around, only to find that there were densely packed torches burning in the woods, completely illuminating the surroundings in the dusk.

These witches did not want to kill him. Except for Di Jiang, the other witches did not have the slightest killing intent. It was as if they wanted to subdue him with just their strength.

If it comes to a competition of strength and skills, Murong Ji is not afraid at all. He comes from a martial arts background and knows countless different boxing techniques.

For more than ten rounds in a row, Murong Ji had fought with almost all the other eleven witch ancestors except Hou Tu.

Except for Xuan Ming who was a little lenient, Murong Ji would take shady actions against the others whenever he got the chance. After all, whoever was suffering knew it.

At a glance, the twelve ancient witches had already surrounded themselves tightly in the center.

Everyone held a wooden stick in his hand. The stick was extremely black. Murong Ji had no idea what kind of wood it was made of, but its hardness was no less than that of Shoushan copper.

It looks like a good thing at first glance, but it's a pity that they cut it into sticks.

Murong Ji felt a little pain in his heart. If that thing was in his hands, there was a chance that a few more powerful magic weapons would appear.

"Hehe, I'm so shameless. The twelve witch ancestors came out together to deal with a small cultivator like me."

Murong Ji's eyes were grim as he looked vigilantly at the crowd in front, behind, and around him, looking for a chance to escape, or a chance to make them lose their fighting power with one strike.

After a long standoff, no opportunity appeared.

Murong Ji knew in his heart that these people were all powerful warriors who had experienced many battles. What's more, they had not yet displayed their own great laws and were completely competing with him in strength.

Otherwise, Murong Ji would be able to return to Nuwa’s arms in a moment after facing twelve quasi-saints.

"Empress Hou Tu, what does this mean?!"

Hou Tu kept recording the various moves that Murong Ji had used. She could only depict Murong Ji's moves on animal skins, but the operation of the meridians involved was unknown.

The meridians of the human race are not much different from those of the witch race. If they think about some things, the witches can also use them, not to mention that the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong can be used as a substitute.

Murong Ji's face darkened again when he saw that he was stealing skills so blatantly.

Hou Tu didn't even raise her head in response to Murong Ji's questioning. She just pondered the moves Murong Ji used and found that it was a complete set of boxing techniques.

"What do you mean? It means nothing. Your Holy Mother sold you to me. From now on, his brother will enter reincarnation to avoid the karma of the lich disaster. I want to help him avoid the karma and be reborn safely."

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. What did this mean? It had been made very clear. Hou Tu had already realized her chance of becoming a saint. Now she only lacked an opportunity.

Transform your body into the six realms, the six realms are established, and reincarnation appears.

Use merit to promote the naturalization of the Three Elements, take one step further in the realm of returning to emptiness, and reach the realm of saints.

Murong Ji's heart sank. The method of becoming a saint by killing the three corpses could not be used by the Witch Clan.

To put it simply, this method is a path of practice opened up for the innate sacred.

The method to go against the innate nature is to kill the three corpses and get out of it. According to Murong Ji's understanding, human beings are born with three parts: essence, energy and spirit, plus the soul, which together become the primordial spirit.

The normal practice of Xuanmen, according to the methods handed down by the saints, is still to combine the essence, energy, spirit and soul into the primordial spirit, and then practice the innate sacred method normally.

Murong Ji felt that the three corpses of good, evil and attachment could be replaced by essence, energy and spirit.

It is still the path of inner alchemy.

The former is to refine the three corpses into one, and the latter is to refine the three origins into one.

Simply skip the step of refining the primordial spirit, and practice the three elements of essence, qi and spirit as the three corpses, condense them into elixir, and finally reverse the innate.

This way, it is indeed a lot simpler.

This is the route he designed specifically for the human race. No one has ever told anyone about it. He is just waiting for things to be finalized before passing it on to the human race to continue the path of cultivation for the human race.

But now, for some unknown reason, Hou Tu has taken a step ahead of him and has opened up this path, or in other words, she is following the path he designed for the human race.

[How did she know this? ! ! We have the karma to become saints, right? ! ! ]

"I have found a wife for you, the great witch of the Dijiang tribe - Luo, who is very powerful. She is the successor trained by my eldest brother, and she is good enough to be your wife."

Murong Ji turned his head to look at Di Jiang, the big man with a black face. His head was covered with bumps and his face was bruised, with both new and old wounds.

The new wounds were caused by Murong Ji, and as for the old wounds... I don’t know who caused the beating. The wound was very dark and specifically hit the face.

(End of this chapter)