Within an underground space.
The interior of the space is huge, with many stone statues carved on the curved earth and stone walls. The stone statues stand around them, slightly bowed, and their heads are gathered together, as if they are looking at the ground below them at the same time.
These stone statues look arrogant and reveal infinite majesty. Although they are lifeless stone statues, they seem to be squeezing the space together, making people feel like they dare not look up.
Di Jiang stood under the stone statues, and his eyes scanned the faces of these stone statues one by one. After a while, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his figure became illusory, and in the next moment he appeared on the heads of these stone statues. above.
The feeling of oppression disappeared. When he stood above the stone statues and looked at them again, it was as if these stone statues were bowing to him and not daring to raise their heads. It felt like he was trampling all these stone statues under his feet.
Di Jiang glanced up at the high dome, and the crystal-white halo of the gem shrouded him in the center. Then he heard Di Jiang's voice slowly sounded, "You have always wanted to lead the Shura tribe to dominate the witchcraft world all your life. Dominate the Cangman Realm, but no one can really do it. It’s because of Yuan Fa and you are useless. Now it’s my turn, Emperor Jiang. After today, the Shura Clan will sweep across the Witch World, and unification of the Cangman World is just around the corner.”
After saying that, Di Jiang lowered his head and glanced at the stone statue beneath him, with a hint of disdain in his big eyes.
"You are losers and do not deserve to be worshiped by your tribe. From now on, I, Emperor Jiang, will be the only one here."
As soon as the words fell, Dijiang tapped his toes, and a strong wind immediately swept across, turning into a tornado and vortex that enveloped the stone statue below.
A strange scene appeared. Under the agitation of the tornado vortex, the stone statues suddenly flew up like weathered sand grains, turned into endless yellow sand, and disappeared.
With a muffled bang, the tornado vortex collapsed, and the yellow sand in the sky immediately scattered, covering the earth. In an instant, the space suddenly became empty, and only Dijiang stood proudly empty.
"Humph." Di Jiang said softly, flicked his robe sleeves, and his figure disappeared from the spot.
A clear spring is embedded on the ground, with curls of mist floating on the surface of the clear water. Water lotuses break through the water, and the lotus pods are swayed by the breeze, exuding a charming fragrance and stirring the mist.
There is a small island in the middle of the clear spring, and a simple wooden house is built on the island.
Ji Liao stood in front of the window of the wooden house, holding his hands and looking at the rising sun in the sky.
A group of people from the Dwarf Witch Clan entered the Shura Clan's imperial court. Although no one stopped them, there was no host to greet them, so they found an inn to stay.
Although the Wu Clan all live in tribes and rarely gather in the city, this is where the royal court of the Shura Clan is located, and the scale of the city and the prosperity of business are not inferior to the super giant cities of the human race.
The inn they chose was very large and could easily accommodate a group of dwarf wizards. Even Ji Liao, an outsider, was assigned an independent room.
It's been several days since I arrived here
, Ji Liao never left even half a step, firstly because of his sensitive identity, and secondly because he wanted to fully understand the mystery of Hou Tianling.
The sun rises in the sky, gradually dispelling the slight chill of the night. The orange-yellow sunlight falls on the earth, lingering on the water mist, rolling and twisting, and seems to turn into beautiful strands of silk.
"Ms. sir, why did you wake up so early?" At this time, the voice of Qianlongwu sounded behind Ji Liao.
Immediately, he saw Qian Longwu pouting his little mouth, rubbing his sleepy eyes and leaning towards Ji Liao.
Ji Liao smiled indifferently and said nothing.
When he arrived at Ji Liao's side, Qianlong Wu followed Ji Liao's gaze, and a flash of light flashed through his beautiful eyes, "It's so beautiful."
"Hahaha, after all the twists and turns, I should have retreated. Why should my fellow Taoist follow Ji again?"
Qian Longwu's body stiffened unnoticeably, and then his pretty face was immediately filled with concern. He quickly reached out and touched Ji Liao's forehead, "Hey, it's not hot at all. Why did you start so early in the morning?" Talking nonsense."
Ji Liao was at the mercy of Qianlongwu and smiled without saying a word.
Not long after, a red light flashed at the edge of the spring, and a figure appeared. It was the old demon of blood sacrifice.
Ji Liao and the Blood Sacrifice Old Demon looked at each other, nodded, and led Qian Long Wu out of the house.
Po Jun led the group of dwarf wizards out of the inn, and saw that the streets were filled with people like dragons, shoulder to shoulder. No matter what race they were, what cultivation level they were, or what their identities were, they were all crowded together, heading towards the center of the imperial city. .
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
"Get away and make way for me."
"What are you doing? Your family owns the road!"
"I blinded you and stepped on grandpa's feet."
There was a lot of yelling and yelling, and for a while there was no order on the street and it was extremely noisy.
Po Jun frowned slightly, hummed lowly, and a majestic pressure immediately swept over and fell on the street in the air.
The yelling and cursing stopped immediately, as if a switch had been pressed. Everyone couldn't help but shudder, and at the same time looked towards them.
The rules in the Shura Clan's imperial city are strict, and there are no air restrictions. At the same time, it is strictly prohibited to perform magic in public places. Although the people who come here are of different realms, no one dares to step beyond the thunder pool. Everyone is curious. Who was so bold and dared to use spiritual pressure on the street? They suddenly realized when they saw that it was a group of dwarf wizards.
Nowadays, the Dwarf Witch Clan is still one of the three royal clans, and only the Dwarf Witch Clan has the courage to ignore the Shura Clan's rules.
"Let's go!" Facing everyone's gaze, Po Jun said with a cold face.
Seeing the people from the Dwarf Witch Clan approaching, the crowded streets immediately retreated to both sides, leaving a way out.
A group of dwarf wizards passed by in the center of the crowd.
, greeting the attention of thousands of Wu clan people.
"Hey, hey, that white-haired one is Luo Xuanyuan, the ancestor of the Taotie clan."
"Shh, be careful, you dare to call that kind of person by name! I'll spare your life."
"That's right. He is a top half-step Hunyuan master. Ordinary innate souls would not dare to deal with his peers."
"Hiss...who is that one following him? It doesn't seem like he is from the Wu tribe."
"This...this...fuck! This is the old demon of blood sacrifice!"
"How is that possible! The old demon of blood sacrifice is also here."
"What! He is the old demon of blood sacrifice! I have only seen him on Tiangong's wanted list for so many years, and he was among the top twenty people."
"Why did the Blood Sacrifice Old Demon get involved here? Is it possible that you are not afraid of being wanted by the Heavenly Palace for being so grand?"
"Haha, so what if you know he is here, who of you dares to report the letter? Not to mention that once the old blood sacrifice demon knows who reported the letter, he will be retaliated by the old blood sacrifice demon. Just talking about disturbing the towering conference is not the crime. People can afford it.”
"Hey, Huo Yuan is here too. It seems that the dwarf wizard tribe is well prepared this time. With these few people alone, it is estimated that few of the big tribes will have the courage to attack them."
"Yes, the combat power of these people is almost equal to that of the top clans. With the strength behind them, it is estimated that even the Shura Blood Witch Clan will have to weigh them."
The Witch Clan people on both sides of the street pointed at the Dwarf Witch Clan people, and their eyes were almost all attracted to Luo Xuanyuan, the Blood Sacrifice Old Demon, and Huo Yuan.
"Eh? Who is the man with half a dragon horn?" After a while, someone finally noticed Ji Liao and pointed at him.
"It looks like it should be the Holy Spirit subspecies."
"The Holy Spirit always thinks highly of himself. How could there be a subspecies? By the way! Look at the woman next to him. That woman is definitely the Holy Spirit."
"The Holy Spirit is involved anyway!"
"It's incredible, it's incredible. It seems that the Dwarf Witch Clan's many years of heritage should not be underestimated."
"There is something good to watch this time. Let's see what those big clans who want to embarrass the Dwarf Witch Clan in the Towering Conference will do."
Ji Liao frowned and listened to the discussions of the people around him. The dragon horns on his forehead had not receded, and the aura on his body was quite mixed. Naturally, he was regarded by those people as a half-dragon, a subspecies of the Holy Spirit.
"Mr. sir, sir, what kind of subspecies of Holy Spirit do they all say you are?" At this time, Qianlongwu pulled the sleeve of Jiliao's shirt and said with a smile.
"Let them decide." Ji Liao said casually.
"Yu Bodhi, I'm sorry for everyone. I really sincerely say I'm sorry for everyone. Now I have to admit that my writing speed has suddenly plummeted, and the quality is not as good as before. I don't have anything in my mind, and it took me so long."
