Di Jiang knelt down to meet the hundreds of millions of witch clansmen below. After a while, his lips moved slightly, and his deep and thick voice immediately resounded throughout the world.
"Today, the Heaven-Building Divine Fruit is about to mature, so I specially held this grand event. Although not all tribes can get something, I and my Blood God Taoist friends will each preach to you for seven days. You need to listen attentively and don't slack off in the slightest. "
"Buzz..."
As soon as Di Jiang finished speaking, a ray of blood immediately rushed up in the Witch Emperor's Palace, and the blood-red blood god appeared. Then there was another buzzing sound, and there was a wave behind the blood god, and a bloody golden wheel appeared. When it came out, it was wrapped with sixteen dark blood-colored runes twisting and turning.
"Greetings to the Witch King!"
"Greetings to the Blood Emperor."
The witch clansmen in front of the witch emperor's palace shouted again.
"It turned out that both of them were enlightened by the Golden Wheel of the Great Dao. It seems that they both chose to cut off the roots of love. But how can there be fraternity in the eyes of these people?" Ji Liao saw two people in the Hunyuan realm. The Witch King appeared, whispering in his heart.
He has the love roots of Xiaomeng and has some understanding of the love roots.
The so-called love roots are not exclusive to the love between men and women, but also include family affection, love, and human desires. To put it simply, people who have cut off their love roots have almost become puppets of the great road. They only have the great road in their hearts, and they are not the same as themselves. There is no such thing as this kind of kinship.
Ji Liao was puzzled, and then suddenly remembered something, "Fellow Taoist, do you know the name of the current Shura Tribe's Witch King?"
The old blood sacrifice demon who was attracted by Di Jiang tilted his head slightly, moved his lips slightly, and replied via voice transmission, "My name is Di Jiang. He has been reclusive since Hunyuan and almost never shows up. What's wrong?" "
"Dijiang!" Ji Liao's eyes narrowed sharply, and he immediately remembered the dream he had after he fell into coma that day.
He still remembered that the Dwarf Witch Queen claimed that Di Jiang had tampered with her when she ascended, which made her fall out of hatred, and also asked Ji Liao to avenge her.
After Ji Liao woke up, he thought it was just his mental consciousness that was frustrated and he was just thinking wildly. Unexpectedly, the dream overlapped with reality.
"Hey, kid, what's wrong with you?" The old demon of blood sacrifice asked again when he saw that Ji Liao looked wrong.
Ji Liao frowned, came to his senses, and asked, "Do you know how the Dwarf Witch King achieved enlightenment?"
"It's been a long time ago." After hearing this, the old demon of blood sacrifice pondered for a moment, and then replied, "It seems to be a physical evidence of the Tao. It should be a fire lotus visualized."
"It's actually true!" Ji Liao whispered.
"What's true? What do you know?" The Blood Sacrifice Old Demon felt that something was wrong with Ji Liao and asked.
"Nothing." Ji Liao said casually.
The blood-sacrificing demon stared at Ji Liao's face for a while with his red eyes, and then he turned his head back hesitantly.
Ji Liao fell into deep thought, recalling the scene in his dream when he met the Dwarf Witch King. He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the blood of the Dwarf Witch King remaining in his body.
"It seems that this Di Jiang is definitely not a kind person."
Ji Liao has experienced hardships and dangers in his life. When he learned that his dream was true, he immediately saw that Di Jiang was not a good person. Looking at it this way, the Sky-Building Divine Tree revived and the Sky-Building Divine Fruit matured. With Di Jiang's temperament It should have been taken privately. How could the entire Wu clan be notified and hold this grand gathering where all the Wu clan gathered?
Moreover, fruits like the Heaven-Mending Divine Fruit are generally extremely precious. It is very rare to have a few mature fruits. Now that so many witch clans have gathered in this towering conference, it is obvious that If there are not enough points, then holding this towering conference is simply useless.
Ji Liao's mind was racing with thoughts, and only one clue began to spread infinitely. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Based on his years of accumulated experience, he could vaguely smell a hint of danger.
Di Jiang's clear voice was still ringing in the sky above the Witch Emperor's Palace, and Ji Liao fell into his own time and space.
Suddenly an arc of electricity flashed through his mind. Ji Liao suddenly turned his head and looked at the nearly endless square. His eyes swept over the faces of the Witch Clan monks, and his eyes were filled with coldness. A fierce light.
Then Ji Liao turned his eyes again and looked at Di Jiang and Blood God in the sky, his eyes slightly narrowed, trying to see what they were thinking.
"Ms. sir, what's wrong with you?" At this time, Qianlong Wu pulled Jiliao's sleeve and asked in a low voice.
Ji Liao frowned and shook his head.
Those who can come to participate in the Towering Conference are all the more powerful clans in the Wu Clan. There are countless monks like the Blood Sacrifice Old Demon in the innate Yuanling realm, accounting for almost 90% of the entire Wu Clan's combat power. In normal times, they gather together. It was impossible to be together, and the Sky-Building Divine Fruit happened to facilitate this. If an accident occurred at this time, it would be equivalent to bringing down the entire Wu clan.
Thinking of this, Ji Liao felt chills running down his spine. He couldn't believe that what he had speculated was true. With more than ten million people gathered in the venue, Ji Liao was probably the only one who had this idea.
"Fellow Taoist Blood Sacrifice..." Ji Liao moved his lips slightly and spoke again.
"What are you doing? I see that something has been wrong with you since you got here. Tell me what happened?" The old demon of blood sacrifice was a little impatient.
"Fellow Blood Sacrifice Daoist, can we leave here now?" Ji Liao replied directly.
"Ah? Are you leaving now? Don't you want the Sky-Bending Divine Fruit?"
Ji Liao stared at the old blood sacrifice demon, his eyes full of solemnity.
Seeing that Ji Liao was not joking, the Blood Sacrifice Old Demon shrugged his shoulders, "Look back and see the sword-like mountain on the horizon."
Ji Liao's eyebrows moved and he turned his head inexplicably.
His eyes swayed for a while, and he finally saw the hilltop pointed by the old demon of blood sacrifice.
It was a distant mountain hidden in the horizon. The mountainside was hidden in the clouds. The sharp mountain top broke through the clouds and revealed a corner of the distant sky. The mountain peak was very far away from them.
It was far away, even though Ji Liao had excellent eyesight, he could only see roughly.
After staring for a long time, Ji Liao didn't see anything and asked in surprise, "I saw it! What's wrong?"
"That mountain top is within the consciousness of the two people above. They can easily target even one of the ants. Do you think we outsiders can leave so easily?"
"Hey, you..." Ji Liao was teased severely by the old demon of blood sacrifice, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
After a few breaths, Ji Liao calmed down.
Thinking about it, if it is really what he thinks, then their departure will definitely attract the attention of the Shura clan. It is not so easy to escape. Maybe they will provoke the Hunyuan monks to take action in advance.
"Maybe I'm overthinking it. If Di Jiang can really do such a thing, even the Heavenly Palace may not be able to accommodate him." Ji Liao comforted himself in his heart.
Although he thought so in his heart, he did not let down his guard at all.
"Dong dong dong."
At this time, he heard the sound of beating drums, and Ji Liao's consciousness was shocked again. When the drums fell, Di Jiang's voice slowly spread.
For a moment, everyone closed their eyes and listened attentively, immersed in Di Jiang's sermon, even the Blood Sacrifice Old Demon and Luo Xuanyuan.
The sun and the moon alternated silently, and seven days and nights passed quietly in the blink of an eye. During this period, Di Jiang's preaching voice did not stop for a moment, as if the entire world was immersed in the light of the avenue.
Suddenly, Di Jiang's voice stopped abruptly.
Ji Liao's eyebrows moved and he woke up while listening to the sermon.
Di Jiang is worthy of being a monk in the Hunyuan Realm, and the Tao he talks about is extremely mysterious. If he wants to master it, Ji Liao will not be able to even think about it without spending eighteen hundred years.
It's just that Di Jiang became a saint in the flesh, and most of the Tao he preached was about physical cultivation. Therefore, for Ji Liao, what he said was of little help to Ji Liao. At the same time, Ji Liao could not calm down because of something in his heart. , so Ji Liao did not gain much from this hearing.
All the Wu Clan monks in the venue woke up one after another, and their expressions were different. Nearly 70% of the monks had blank faces, and only a small part of them had no idea what Di Jiang was talking about. There was a look of joy on his face.
The Blood God opened his eyes, glanced at Dijiang not far away, and said in his unique hoarse voice, "My fellow Taoist, this Tao is very mysterious. I'm afraid those little guys can't understand it."
Di Jiang nodded, noncommittal, "There are millions of Taoist ideas, and they are like waves washing over the sand. How much they can get from it all depends on the depth of their blessings."
"Hahaha, now it's time for me to preach."
"Fellow Taoist, please!" Di Jiang said.
The Blood God's whole body glowed with red light, reflecting the void like a bright sun, and then his voice slowly sounded, shaking the entire world.
The listeners who had just opened their eyes immediately closed their eyes again and fell into concentration, once again sinking into the great avenue.
