Not far from the hollow willow tree, two Taoists, Jieyin and Zhunti, were busy working.
They were very curious about everything Xuan Qing said.
But he didn't dare to get too close to Xuan Qing.
Because they were afraid that Xuanqing would give them a mission!
The two of them had a feeling in their hearts that Xuan Qing should be more powerful than Dao Ancestor.
But the scene that Daozu showed in Daolin showed that Daozu could control the three thousand avenues, and the two of them were not so sure of this feeling.
In short, neither Daozu nor Xuanqing, Jie Yin and Zhunti could afford to offend.
Daozu's order is that after preaching for three thousand years, you can work in the senior's dojo, but you cannot interfere in major events.
If this senior gave an order, they obviously would not be able to refuse. In that case, wouldn't they be violating Dao Ancestor's order?
Jie Yin and Zhunti can only survive in the cracks, hoping to spend these three thousand years safely.
…
At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, all twelve ancestral witches arrived.
Di Jiang was the first to stop, instead of turning into light and rushing towards the mountain, he chose to walk.
Other ancestral witches followed behind Di Jiang.
Anyway, Kunlun Mountain is only so big and can be covered quickly on foot!
Gonggong glared at Xuan Ming and Hou Tu. If everything they said before was false and the senior was also a lie, there is no doubt that Xuan Ming and Hou Tu's status among the ancestral witches would drop again.
At that time, the Communist Union took the lead and took over the tribes belonging to Houtu and Xuanming.
Soon after, Di Jiang and other ancestral witches came to the river and saw the rushing river.
"The aura of the ancestral dragon?" Di Jiang was confused and looked at Gonggong.
Gonggong activated the water attribute law, opened his eyes after a moment, nodded slowly, and emphasized again: "It's the breath of the ancestral dragon."
The ancestral witches who were still a little frivolous all became much quieter and calmer.
During the Long Han era, the aura of the ancestral dragon, one of the strongest among the hundreds of tribes and the pinnacle quasi-sage, appeared here.
Is it possible that the Yellow River in Nanzhou was not transformed by the ancestral dragon? Was Zulong suppressed by the seniors here and turned into such a small river?
Or could it be said that the aura from Zulong's body was extracted and injected into this small river?
Either way, it shows the power of the people living here.
Di Jiang looked at Hou Tu, nodded slowly towards Hou Tu, took a deep breath, stepped on the wooden bridge first, and walked over.
On the other side of the river, the huge hollow willow tree was swaying happily in the windless way.
Now, he finally has wisdom!
The moment spiritual wisdom was born, he directly had the cultivation level of Daluo True Immortal.
When Xuan Qing was promoted to the middle stage Taiyi True Immortal, he was under the hollow willow tree.
Powerful Dao rhymes were injected into the hollow willow tree at the same time.
Driven by these Taoist rhymes, spirituality grows and spiritual wisdom is transformed.
The group of spirits planned to show up immediately to pay their respects, but were stopped by the Queen Mother of the West.
The Queen Mother of the West asked him to cultivate to the realm of Daluo Jinxian, and even to the quasi-sage realm and show up again to pay her respects. Now that he is cultivating in the hollow willow body, he can practice faster than after transforming.
The new-born Yangmei was shaking his branches happily. Suddenly, he sensed the power of powerful laws, and even sensed a powerful ominous aura.
"Who?" He raised his eyebrows and became angry. He immediately looked at the person, activated the law, and landed on the person.
The senior put him here just to guard the door.
He was born thanks to that senior, so he must do his job well!
As soon as the sound reached the ears of Di Jiang and others, before the Twelve Ancestral Witches could react, the scene around them suddenly disappeared.
They emerged into a blank void.
Opposite the Twelve Ancestral Witches is a child with wrinkles on his face.
Gonggong and Zhu Jiuyin immediately took a step forward, exuding murderous auras from their bodies.
Di Jiang stopped the two of them, frowning and thinking.
There seemed to be such an image in his memory, and it was the image of a strong man.
But for a moment, Di Jiang couldn't remember who this was.
Xuan Ming looked around, and from the power of light and law, he finally came up with a guess, and shouted in surprise: "Are you the Great Immortal Yang Mei?"
The boy shouted: "Since you know who I am, why do you dare to offend my master's residence?"
"Who is your master?" Di Jiang asked, cupping his fists.
He didn't expect that the person in front of him was the Great Immortal Yang Mei.
Didn't it mean that Great Immortal Yang Mei was killed by Demon Ancestor Luo Hu? How come he is still alive?
Great Immortal Yang Mei, that is the Chaos God and Demon from the Chaos Sea, more powerful than the Ancestral Dragon, but now he is just a child!
Still calling others my master?
How can this be? !
What an exaggeration!
Yang Mei was still waiting to say more, but suddenly said nervously: "My master is here, remember, don't say you have seen me, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude, did you hear that?!"
Before the ancestral witches could react, the surrounding void disappeared and they reappeared on Kunlun Mountain, exactly where they had crossed the river.
"so far so good!"
Inside the hollow willow, the child patted his chest repeatedly: "Fortunately, I was not discovered by the master, but who is the Great Immortal Yang Mei? I seem to be familiar with this name? I do seem to be raising my eyebrows?"
Tong'er fell into silence as he talked.
The swaying hollow willow suddenly became quiet.
…
Tianque, Demon Court.
The merits of heaven have arrived, and today's Tianque has transformed into a demon court.
Brilliant and brilliant.
From time to time, various fairy lights flashed, and countless auspicious signs flew over the demon court.
The demon creatures' confidence was greatly boosted, and they trained seriously under the ten demon kings.
Donghuang Taiyi laughed and walked in. He clasped his fists towards Emperor Jun and said, "Brother, why are you summoning me? Are you going to kill the witch clan again?"
Behind Di Jun, Kunpeng stood up and saluted Donghuang Taiyi.
Donghuang Taiyi waved his hand: "The Demon Master is too polite. We are all our own people. Demon Master, sit down quickly!"
Di Jun glanced at Donghuang Taiyi and said calmly: "Sit down."
Donghuang Taiyi was stunned for a moment, sat down next to Di Jun, and asked in confusion: "Brother, what's wrong?"
"Look ahead." Fuxi reminded from the side.
Xi He originally planned to remind him, but now he had nothing to say and could only smile and nod at Fu Xi.
"Ancestral witch?"
Donghuang Taiyi immediately stood up: "Brother, what a great opportunity, the ancestral witches are gathered together. Let's send troops now to kill these witches directly!"
"Sit down!" Di Jun repeated, but this time his tone was stern, and he even gave Donghuang Taiyi a reproachful look.
Just as Donghuang Taiyi was about to speak, he saw the swaying willow tree: "That's..."
Fuxi nodded and said, "Yes, it's that senior's dojo."
Donghuang Taiyi gritted his teeth angrily and wanted to say something, but in the end he did not dare to say anything and sat obediently next to Di Jun.
That senior was even more powerful than Daozu Hongjun. Donghuang Taiyi was afraid that what he said might offend that senior!
The five core members of Demon Court all fell silent and stared at the scene in front of them with gloomy expressions.
They all knew that if the ancestral witch gained the support of the West Kunlun man, it would be difficult for them, the Demon Court, to compete with him.
