Ji Liao followed the group of dwarf wizards toward the center of the Shura clan's imperial city. Not long after, the crown of the Wizard Emperor's Palace appeared on the horizon.
It is a glazed tile roof surrounded by thousands of rays of light, reflecting the dazzling light. As far as the eye can see, you can feel the majestic momentum and solemn atmosphere.
The Dwarf Witch Clan traveled unimpeded, and no one dared to stop them wherever they passed.
When we arrived near the Wuhuang Palace, we saw that the square in front of the Wuhuang Palace was already full of people, crowded together like a swarm of bees.
"Hahaha, we haven't seen each other for a long time, friends from the Pojun clan. Our colleagues from the Dwarf Witch Clan are here, and we, the Shura Clan, are not far away to welcome them." The group of Dwarf Witch Clan members had just arrived near the Witch Emperor's Palace when an old laughter immediately greeted them. .
Ji Liao followed the sound and saw an old man coming to greet him.
This old man has pale hair, which is completely opposite to the usually strong Wu clan people. He is tall and thin, as if a gust of wind can blow him away.
However, for such an old man in his twilight years, the aura exuding from his body is extremely terrifying. He is no worse than Po Jun. He is vaguely comparable to the old blood sacrifice demon next to Ji Liao, but he is clearly an innate Yuan with profound cultivation. Spiritual monk.
Po Jun obviously knew the old man, he held his hands and smiled, "What did Elder Ye say? Tens of thousands of clans are coming to the Towering Conference. Now the Shura clan is very busy. Elder Ye can take time to pick up our dwarf wizard clan. We dwarf wizards are here." It’s not too late for the Wu clan to be happy.”
"Fellow Daoist, what you said is obvious." Elder Ye replied with a smile, and immediately moved his eyes to Luo Xuanyuan and the old demon of Blood Sacrifice, "Fellow Daoist Xuanyuan, fellow Daoist Blood Sacrifice is here too. Counting that, we have quite a few Haven’t seen you for years.”
Luo Xuanyuan was not interested in such superficial greetings and nodded slightly as an answer.
The blood-sacrifice old devil curled his red lips and said, "Yeah, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I was thinking of reminiscing with fellow Taoist Ye, but I didn't expect that the Shura clan has such strict rules that we almost didn't even enter your city. "
Elder Ye immediately showed a look of panic, "What kind of words did fellow Taoist Blood Sacrifice say? If fellow Taoist knows this, he will definitely go out of the city to welcome you."
After speaking, Elder Ye glanced at Ji Liao and Qianlong Wu unintentionally. When he sensed the cultivation of Ji Liao and Qianlong Wu, he immediately turned his eyes away and said, "The Witch King gave the Dwarf Witch Clan My fellow Taoists have reserved a spot, fellow Taoists, come with me.”
Elder Ye led Ji Liao and others towards the Wuhuang Palace and introduced Po Jun with a smile.
"Speaking of it, it is also a great opportunity for our Witch Clan. The Sky-Mending Sacred Tree has been silent for hundreds of millions of years. Unexpectedly, it came to life again tens of thousands of years ago."
"Your family has done a really good job of keeping secrets. We, the dwarf witch clan, don't even know about this news." Po Jun replied.
"Hahaha, to be honest, ever since we got the sacred tree, the sacred tree has been in the hands of the Witch King of our tribe. The news of the fruit of the sacred tree this time was also notified to us by the Witch King. To this day, even I haven't heard of it yet. I’ve seen the shadow of the sacred tree.”
"I see, no wonder the news is so sudden." Po Jun nodded clearly, and then praised, "I also want to say that the Witch Emperor is kind and cares about the entire Witch Clan, and is willing to take out the Heaven-Mending Divine Fruit and cooperate with the whole
Shared by all witch clans. "
Speaking of Emperor Shura, Elder Ye showed a hint of complacency and stroked his white beard, "Yes, the Witch Emperor is kind and considers the Witch Clan wholeheartedly. We can only do our best to do innocuous things to benefit the Witch Emperor." Share the worries."
"By the way, can I meet the Witch Emperor this time?" Po Jun asked again.
"After the Towering Conference begins, our Witch King and Lord Blood God will preach to the Witch clan for seven days, and then distribute the Heaven-Mending Fruit."
"Hiss... Lord Wu Huang still wants to preach?" Po Jun frowned slightly when he heard this.
According to calculations, the blood replenished by the Dwarf Witch King can last for at most one month. After this time, the fullness of the blood in the Dwarf Witch King's body will gradually weaken. Previously, they were delayed for more than half a month. If they add more than half a month, , then the best time to resurrect the Dwarf Wizard King would have been missed.
"Yes, a prosperous event like the Towering Conference is rare in a million years. The two sorcerer kings are benevolent. This sermon is for the benefit of the entire sorcerer clan."
Po Jun's expression changed twice, and then he smiled and agreed, "You're right, fellow Taoist, being able to listen to the Witch King's sermon with my own ears is really a great opportunity for monks like us."
Ji Liao's eyes wandered around, and he saw that the square in front of the Wuhuang Palace was filled with futons. The closer he got to the Wuhuang Palace, the futons became sparse, and they were much looser and quieter than at the edge of the square.
At the same time, Ji Liao discovered that the location of these futons was also very particular, and they were divided into small communities. They were obviously powerful clans in the Wu clan.
Ji Liao was looking at them, and they were also looking at the group of dwarf wizards. Their expressions were different, but Ji Liao could see that there was a kind of disdain and gloating in their eyes.
"We're here! This is the place reserved for all of you comrades." When they arrived at an empty field, Elder Ye stopped and said.
The center of the square is naturally the place for the Shura Clan. Next to the Shura Clan is the Blood Witch Clan. Although the position reserved for the Dwarf Witch Clan by the Shura Clan is at the front of the crowd, it is a relatively remote place and belongs to the square. corner of.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist." Po Jun glanced at the empty futon, nodded, and then ordered the people behind him to walk towards the futon.
"I have other things to do. Fellow Taoists, just wait here." Elder Ye cupped his hands and left.
"What do the Shura tribe mean? They put us here. They obviously don't take us seriously."
"These guys look down upon others. They will immediately change their attitude when our Witch King ascends. I'm sorry for that."
"After some time, we, the dwarf witch clan, must get back today's humiliation."
"Yes! Wait for the Witch King..."
"That's enough! Shut your mouth!"
As soon as the people of the Dwarf Witch Clan sat down, they immediately started chatting in low voices, venting their dissatisfaction with the Shura Clan. Seeing that the people of the Shura Clan were talking openly, Po Jun immediately stopped their conversation with a loud shout.
Everyone was in awe, and immediately shut up and said no more.
Ji Liao looked around the square and saw many stone pillars standing in the square. On the top of the stone pillars stood a huge bronze drum. Each of the strong men of the Shura tribe, bare-chested and holding drum hammers, stood in the wind, creating a solemn atmosphere. There was a hint of solemnity in it.
"Boy, you are so lucky. You can listen to the Hunyuan realm monk's sermon just after breaking the mirror." At this time, the voice of the old demon of blood sacrifice came to Ji Liao's ears.
"Haha, I've been unlucky for so long, it's time for me to change my fortune." Ji Liao replied with a smile.
"Listen, the Hunyuan realm monk is preaching. Even I don't dare to miss it."
"That's right! Fellow Taoist Blood Sacrifice masters comprehend the Tao of Blood. I heard that the Witch King of the Blood Witch Clan also cultivates the Tao of Blood. I just don't know who among you is stronger?"
"Uh...this..." The Blood Sacrifice Old Demon immediately stammered after hearing this, and thought for a while before replying, "In terms of Taoism, of course my Blood Dao is stronger, and with my cultivation, of course it is. He is stronger than me, but cultivation is nothing, I will be able to break through Hunyuan sooner or later, and besides, you don’t practice the Dao of Blood, why do you ask this?”
"I'm just curious." Ji Liao replied with a smile. After saying that, he glanced at Qianlong Wu beside him. He saw Qianlong Wu sitting quietly on the futon, although his charming face still had that ignorant look. demeanor, but it was difficult to conceal a hint of nervousness beneath that demeanor.
Ji Liao sneered in his heart, closed his eyes slightly, adjusted his breath and started to meditate.
Most of the day passed in a flash, and all the Wu clan members gathered at the venue.
Suddenly, a dull drum sound was heard, like morning bells and evening drums rumbling throughout everyone's consciousness.
Everyone woke up and looked at the stone pillars at the same time. They saw that the big men on the stone pillars had moved, waving the drum hammers in their hands and beating the drums hard.
The muffled sound of "dong dong dong" became one, and the solemn atmosphere suddenly rose. Then, one by one, the female cultivators of the Witch Clan in gorgeous clothes were seen rising in the sky. Their clothes were fluttering, and thousands of colorful clouds fell in the sky. Traveling around.
"The Towering Conference has begun. The Towering Conference is finally about to begin."
"Okay, okay, finally I can meet the Witch King."
"Yeah, I thought it would be enough to meet them once, but I didn't expect to be able to listen to the sermons of the two Witch Emperors in person. This meeting is really worth it."
The noisy sound gradually started to rise, and at this moment, a sharp roar suddenly overwhelmed everything, and a bright beam of light shot straight into the void on the tiled roof of the Wuhuang Palace. After a twist, it suddenly landed on the ground and bounced up again. The void immediately appeared. A gorgeous auspicious cloud appeared.
Then Di Jiang's burly figure stood up in the middle of the clouds.
There was a soft hum, and a golden wheel appeared behind him, rotating slightly, driving sixteen dark rune disks to rotate.
"The golden wheel of the great road is the golden wheel of the great road."
"Lord Witch King!"
"Greetings to the Witch King."
As soon as all the Wu clan members in the venue saw Di Jiang's appearance, they immediately knelt down and shouted loudly.
