It is square and upright, shaped like a huge stone.
The palace was built with the same materials as the altar.
They are all made of volcanic stone.
Moreover, the sizes and specifications of the volcanic rocks are also exactly the same.
This is a very high honor in Jiyang City.
Although there are no totem patterns on this palace.
But there is a word "witch" in it.
This character "witch" is very strange. It is neither regular script nor seal script.
It is a script unique to southern Xinjiang.
It is shaped like a mountain spirit and looks like a ghost.
As if there is life.
And this palace was named Xiaowu Palace.
As for the Great Witch Palace.
Nature is in Wushan.
This small witch temple is the landmark building of the witch sect in Jiyang City.
Now a disciple of the witchcraft religion.
All live here.
And the Holy Son of Witchcraft is also here.
"Lord Holy Son, an interesting thing happened at the gathering place in the south of the city today."
A somewhat old voice chuckled and spoke.
The speaker was an old woman.
The old woman was wearing a gray robe and was not tall.
On the contrary, it is a little short.
A white bone staff was held in her hand.
It seems a bit eerie and weird.
The old woman's face was very ugly, and there was a spider-like pattern on her forehead.
She had no teeth in her mouth and her lips moved when she spoke.
It looks very impressive.
But her aura was very powerful.
He is clearly a powerful person in the powerful realm.
In witchcraft.
There is one wizard saint and four powerful ancestors.
And this old woman.
He is the ancestor of Northern Wu.
The strength of the fourth level of the Great Power Realm.
"Oh? Something interesting?"
A slightly cold voice sounded.
Echoed in the hall.
Like the collision of ice, people can't help but feel awe.
I saw him opposite the ancestor of Northern Wu.
A young man sat cross-legged.
The young man looks about fifteen or sixteen years old.
Wearing a dark suit.
Her long dark green hair fell over her shoulders and hung down her back.
Like a waterfall.
His skin is very white, very white.
Most people's skin is as white as snow and jade.
But his whiteness is like the purest white light in the world.
The whole body is translucently white.
Even through the skin, the flesh, blood and bones inside can be faintly seen.
Very strange!
At this time, he was sitting cross-legged, pointing like a flower.
Eyes slightly closed.
There is a faint aura surrounding the mouth and nose.
But instead of inhaling it into the body, it turned into two air snakes and wandered between the nose.
His facial features are regular, although not handsome.
But it feels perfect.
At this time he was sitting cross-legged.
There seemed to be two gods guarding him behind him.
One left and one right.
This person is none other than the Holy Son of Witchcraft.
"I heard that there was a warrior who bought elixirs on a large scale, which later attracted the attention of the Huangyuan tribe, and Jiao Xuan made a fortune. Jiao Xuan wanted to include him in the tribe, but he refused."
"Now this matter has become a big deal, and the seven major tribes are also getting ready to take action. They seem to want to take action against this person."
"It's going to be a fun night tonight!"
The Northern Wu ancestor chuckled.
She likes this kind of gossip the most.
Every time there was such interesting news, she would inquire about it.
At this time, I also revealed the news, hoping to share it with the Holy Son.
"Warrior?"
The Holy Son of the Witch Cult frowned slightly, seeming to be a little displeased with the warrior.
"Lord Saint Son, are you interested? Why don't I go with you to see the excitement?"
The ancestor of Northern Wu saw the Holy Son like this.
He immediately made a suggestion.
She always liked to watch this kind of excitement.
"It's just a small fuss, not worth seeing. Our mission this time is to hold a good wizard's conference, don't lose the big for the small!"
The Holy Son of Witchcraft shook his head.
His vision has long gone beyond the southern border and looked at the entire Xuanhuang world.
A mere warrior was not taken seriously by him at all.
Let's hold a wizard's conference this time.
It's because of the leader's order.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be interested in this wizarding convention.
Now he just wants to end this Wizards Conference safely.
Then go back and continue practicing.
Only becoming stronger is the right way!
"What the Holy Son is saying is that this Wizards Conference is a millennium event. There are already 100,000 wizards gathered in Jiyang City. A mere warrior, no matter how much money he has, will just end up being robbed!
"
The ancestor of Northern Wu smacked his lips, feeling a little regretful in his heart.
But her mission this time is to accompany the Holy Son to organize the Wizards Conference.
So I can only suppress my desire to watch the fun.
"The Southern Territory is too small. There are geniuses all over the five regions and the four seas. In China, there are powerful people like clouds and geniuses like rain. If I want to become stronger, I need to fight against more powerful opponents."
The Holy Son of the Witch Cult raised his head slightly.
His eyes seemed to have passed through the palace and reached the sky.
What he sees and feels is spread across the Five Realms and Four Seas.
"Among the five regions, our Southern Territory is considered to be above average, but the genius is not enough. Even the Saint of the Demon Country is nothing more than this. On the other hand, the Eastern Territory, although it is the weakest among the five regions, has outstanding achievements.
A Dan Emperor."
The Holy Son of the Witch Cult suddenly brought the topic to Xiao Changfeng.
"Emperor Dan!"
The old man from Northern Wu pursed his lips and couldn't help but exclaimed.
Xiao Changfeng's rise was too fast and too fierce.
In just two years.
From an unknown boy.
He became the world-famous Dan Emperor.
It even ranks tenth on the Qianlong list.
Become a heaven-defying genius.
The most important thing is that his background is ordinary.
And he fought his way out.
The Battle of Kyoto in the Eastern Region, and various battles in Middle-earth.
All of them demonstrate their strength and talent.
So when the latest Qianlong list is released.
The Holy Son of the Witch Cult firmly remembered this name.
A genius who surpasses himself in one leap.
"If I have the chance, I want to fight him to see who is better, him or me!"
The eyes of the Holy Son of Witchcraft are burning with fighting intent.
Only this kind of genius is worthy of being his opponent.
"Emperor Dan is in the middle of the country, so he shouldn't come to southern Xinjiang easily."
The Northern Wu ancestor chuckled lightly.
She didn't feel anything wrong with her desire for the Holy Son of Witchcraft.
It's just that the Alchemy Emperor is extremely talented and is an elder of the Alchemist Association and the Blacksmith Association.
She did not think that Xiao Changfeng would give up the superior cultivation environment in Middle-earth.
And came to southern Xinjiang.
After all, although southern Xinjiang is rich in natural resources.
But compared with Middle-earth, it still has some shortcomings.
Moreover, within the Middle Earth, spiritual energy is rich and there are many powerful people.
From Central China to Southern Xinjiang.
Isn’t it just returning from the city to the countryside?
The ancestor of Northern Wu didn't think Xiao Changfeng would make such an unwise decision.
"Sooner or later, I will go to Middle-earth. If I have the opportunity, I will definitely not let this opportunity go!"
The Holy Son of Witchcraft also knows that his wish cannot be achieved for the time being.
But he didn't give up.
Southern Xinjiang is too small, and he is eager to fight a real opponent.
At this time, the Holy Son of the Wu Cult and the Patriarch of the Northern Wu Cult did not know.
The person they are talking about.
Now we are in Jiyang City.
And this time it was Xiao Changfeng who took the initiative to come to the door!