Seven days passed by in a flash, and the time for the Blood God's sermon also stopped.
Ji Liao slowly opened his eyes and couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face.
The way of body refining taught by Di Jiang was already mysterious and unpredictable, and the great way taught by this blood god was even more profound. Ji Liao listened to it as if he were listening to a book from heaven. There were a few times when Ji Liao even woke up while in trance. , I couldn’t understand what he was talking about.
Ji Liao couldn't help but wonder whether the Hunyuan realm had reached the level of high-level monks, and the world they saw and the avenues they understood were beyond the reach of middle-level monks like them, or maybe the two of them were just showing off mysteries. .
Ji Liao glanced at the old blood sacrifice demon in front of him. At this moment, the old blood sacrifice demon glanced at the blood god in the sky intentionally or unintentionally. His eyes were still full of arrogance, and at the same time, a sense of ridicule was revealed without concealment.
"Fellow Blood Sacrifice Daoist, why can't you understand what the Witch King is talking about?" Ji Liao asked immediately.
The old demon of blood sacrifice tilted his head slightly and glanced at his mouth, "You're right if you don't understand."
"What do you mean by this?"
"What he's talking about is nothing more than refining blood essence to the point of strengthening muscles and bones."
"Isn't this the most basic? But if it is so basic, what he preaches should be very simple."
"What Di Jiang talks about is the way of refining the body. Although it is a bit mysterious, there are still 30% to 20% of these people who can get something if they understand it. What this Blood God talks about is only for people who refine blood essence. That’s all, it’s normal if you don’t practice essence and blood and don’t understand it.”
"You mean, in name he is preaching for the Witch Clan, but in fact he is just preaching to the people of the Blood Witch Clan?"
There are many strange ways to refine the body, and the Blood Witch Clan, one of the three royal families, has the innate advantage of refining the body with essence and blood. Therefore, the Blood Witch Clan is the direct beneficiary of the meaning of the Blood God. As for some scattered Blood repair is at best a bargain.
"This person is narrow-minded and really unworthy of his position as the Witch King." After figuring out the key, Ji Liao shook his head and smiled.
"The Tao he preaches is also extremely vulgar. If you practice according to the Tao he preaches, you will go crazy even if you don't have the energy and blood to backfire."
As the saying goes, enemies are enemies when peers are together, especially when the Blood Sacrifice Old Devil and the Blood God are almost the top powerhouses on the Dust Star. The Blood Sacrifice Old Devil completely despises the Blood God. Although they are at a lower level, they are not at all. Take the Blood God, a great monk in the Hunyuan Realm, seriously.
Di Jiang opened his eyes, glanced at the Blood God not far away with a smile, and said with a smile, "Fellow Taoist, I'm afraid not many people can understand this."
The Blood God shrugged his shoulders, "I can't help it. I have been cultivating this Tao since I entered the Tao, and the Tao I talk about is naturally the same. If you ask me to talk about other things, I can't do it."
"Hahaha, fellow Taoist, you are too modest." Di Jiang laughed and said.
"Dong dong dong..."
Just then, a series of rumbling drums were heard high in the sky, and the Wu clan members who had just woken up from listening to the sermon were shocked at the same time.
Then hundreds of strong men from the Shura tribe were seen, with their shoulders against the support poles, and they worked together to carry a huge stone towards the
Walk to the middle of the square.
The Wu Clan monks are born with physical skills. The combined efforts of these hundreds of Asura monks can lift the stone hammer, which is enough to show how big the stone hammer is.
Everyone was attracted by the stone, and their eyes followed the stone. They were all confused about what the Shura clan was trying to do.
"Boom!"
There was a loud bang, and the ground in the square shook.
After the stone fell to the ground, hundreds of strong men from the Shura tribe quickly put away the support poles and retreated from the square.
"Hey, human monk!"
"Where is it? Where is it?"
"There are so many, why are there so many human monks!"
As soon as everyone looked away from the stone, they suddenly heard a series of exclamations.
Ji Liao looked at the Wuhuang Palace again, and saw that the door of the Wuhuang Palace was wide open, and a monk from the human race was pushed out by the Shura clan.
Those human monks were both male and female, old and young. Because their spiritual power was blocked, the outside world could not tell what realm they were in. The faces of these monks were earth-colored, and a dark iron rope pierced through the chests of all of them. They formed a long string, walking towards the center of the square step by step.
"There are so many human monks, what are the Shura clan doing?"
"I don't know. If I can eat one of them, I can save hundreds of years of hard work."
"Yes, there are so many human monks, and the Shura clan is actually willing to take them out."
"Hey, don't you understand? The Shura clan is the royal family of our Witch clan, so naturally they have to take care of us small clans."
"Yes, yes, the Shura clan brought out these human races and they will definitely share them equally with us. This Shengtian Conference is really the right time."
"Hahaha, I have always heard that eating human flesh and blood can improve our realm, but I have never been lucky enough to taste it. This time I must taste the delicious food in this world."
"But there are only more than 10,000 human monks here, and we can't even get enough for each of us."
"Then it depends on how the Shura clan distributes it."
There was a roar like a tsunami in the venue. All the Wu monks were attracted by the human monks, with greed in their eyes. They all wanted to taste their natural enemies and the human flesh and blood that were naturally complementary to them.
There are more and more dense human monks, and they are like grasshoppers strung together among the Wu clan.
Ji Liao squinted his eyes and scanned the faces of the human monks who passed by him.
There was no fear or panic in the eyes of the human monks, as if they knew their fate, and there was only a dark earth color in their eyes.
Suddenly a familiar face caught Ji Liao's eyes.
At the same time, Qian Longwu next to Ji Liao also had a look of surprise in his eyes.
They saw a monk wearing a gold-patterned robe walking toward them step by step. He had his head lowered, but as if he had discovered something, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Ji Liao.
Looked over here.
This person is none other than the Fayin who came with Ji Liao.
Since their group was captured by Huo Yuan, Ji Liao and Qian Long Wu have lost contact with the French seal Kuihong. Ji Liao originally thought that both of them were killed by Huo Yuan, but he did not expect that they would meet again in the towering conference. On.
Fayin saw a flash of surprise in Ji Liao's eyes, and then his dim eyes were replaced by a look of hope, and he struggled on the spot.
The magic seal was sealed with mana, and the throat bone was also sealed so that no sound could be made, but Ji Liao could see the look of prayer in his movements.
Ji Liao frowned.
Not to mention that Ji Liao couldn't save him at the Shentian Conference, just because he plotted against him, Ji Liao had no reason to care about his life or death.
Thinking of this, Ji Liao withdrew his gaze.
Fayin froze slightly when he saw Ji Liao's expression, then began to scan around again, and finally saw Po Jun at the front of the crowd of dwarf wizards.
Po Jun also discovered the seal, but Po Jun just glanced at the seal and ignored it.
Fayin understood something instantly, his face turned red and his mouth opened wide, as if he was cursing Po Jun for not saving him, but there was no sound.
The world of immortality is so cruel. If you make a mistake, you will be doomed. Greed and hatred are the root causes of disaster. Everything is based on self-interest, so there is no credibility at all.
The clatter of chains rang in his ears. When the seal passed by Ji Liao, Ji Liao curled his lips and said softly, "It seems that the goal of fellow Taoist has been achieved."
Fayin's words when he found Ji Liao was to sneak into the Towering Assembly. Now that the three of them are here, Ji Liao's words are not without purpose.
I don't know if Fayin heard it, but he was pushed forward after just a pause in his steps.
"This towering conference is held by our Shura clan. The purpose is to celebrate the fruiting of the Sky-Mending Sacred Tree again. However, the fruits are precious and cannot be distributed to all tribes. Therefore, today, our Shura clan will take out the human monks from all tribes and crush them. Give your flesh and blood to all who come here.”
Suddenly, Di Jiang's voice came.
"The Witch Emperor is truly the God Emperor of our clan."
"The Shura clan is our holy clan."
"Long live the Shura clan, long live the Shura Emperor."
After hearing this, all the Wu clan members in the venue shouted in unison.
The sound of hula lala came, and the stone in the center of the square slowly rotated. At this time, the human monk at the front had also reached the top of the stone, and was kicked in by the Shura monk who was following him.
Di Jiang looked into the field with a smile and spoke again, "The Heaven-Mending Sacred Tree is now being nurtured in my cave of two lifetimes. Next, all the tribal elders should come to my cave of two lifetimes. How will Shang Yi do there? Distribute the Heaven-Building Divine Fruit."
After Di Jiang finished speaking, he pointed forward a little, and heard a tearing sound. A crack suddenly opened in the void, and the door to the cave of the two worlds opened.
The next moment, Di Jiang's figure flashed and fell into the crack.
