Before going to Beizhou, Taoist Jiafeng needs to make more preparations.

The current situation of the Wu Clan is not that good. The biggest reason is that Beizhou is bitterly cold and poisonous. There are not even four newborn witches out of ten. As long as the pain points of the Wu Clan are identified, why worry about not being able to control them?

What's more, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are not dead, so why can the Xuanming Tribe and the Houtu Tribe take charge of the current Witch Tribe?

Without him, the source of these two tribes is still alive today.

…

More than half a month later.

Zhuyun Sect, on Weiming Peak.

The two streams of light chased each other and collided at extremely fast speeds.

Many Wan Yun Sect elders looked at this place, nodding from time to time, or exchanging compliments with the people around them.

The two streams of light stopped and turned into two immortals, a man and a woman.

The male immortal has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He is handsome and handsome. He is wearing a dark-black rust-gold robe with narrow sleeves. He is carrying a Zongyun gun. There is sweat on his forehead and he is slightly panting. His left hand holding the gun barrel is shaking constantly.

The female fairy wore a silver-white dress. The upper half of the dress fit her skin like a tights, vividly depicting her exquisite curves. Her temples made of three thousand blue silk hairs were not loose at all. The ordinary fairy sword she held in her hand was flowing with blue fairy light.

.

It was Li Ping'an and Qing Su, the master and disciple pair.

"improve rapidly."

Qingsu put away the fairy sword, floated in front of Li Ping'an with her hands behind her back, raised her hand and pointed out a finger.

Li Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his hands to his master, took two chairs and placed them outside the door, sat down directly in them, and then activated the formation here.

A group of immortals landed on their respective hills contentedly.

They were very pleased to see Qingsu teaching and the Heavenly Emperor practicing.

Not far away, Li Dazhi held a few jade talismans in his hand and swayed in the clouds towards Weiming Peak.

"Apprentice," Qing Su asked softly as she took her seat, "When will you go to Dong'an City?"

"Master, do you want to go get something to eat?"

"As a teacher, I have entered the golden fairyland, so I shouldn't miss such a habit of talking in this world."

Qingsu muttered something, but still said frankly:

"I really miss it. I haven't had such a taste in hundreds of years."

Li Ping'an smiled and said slowly: "Senior Lingling is breaking through the heavenly ban. It is not safe to go out now. Master, why don't you go to Dong'an City by yourself? Wen Ling, Senior Sister Chen Ting'er, and Elder Yan Sheng are all there.

"

"No, I'm with you."

Qingsu Zhengse said:

"Many people want to harm you now. I can't abandon you just because of a little desire."

Li Ping'an felt strangely moved for no reason.

"Peace!"

Li Dazhi poked his head at the light wall of the formation: "Is it convenient to come in? I won't disturb you two? Hehehehe."

Li Ping'an had several black lines hanging on his forehead.

"I've met the master," Qing Su stood up and saluted, "I went to practice."

After saying this, he ducked into the inner cave.

Li Dazhi dropped his hands behind his back, winked at Li Pingan, and handed over a jade talisman.

He did not sit on the chair that Qing Su had sat on, but took a spiritual stone pillar to sit on.

"Tianfang Pavilion reported that there is indeed a Tianhu Temple in the Kongmeng Realm. Tianhu Temple holds a Dao Discussion Conference every thousand years. At each Tao Discussion Conference, many casual cultivators have made breakthroughs. This is true in the Kongmeng Realm and several nearby temples. He has a great reputation in the small world.

"There are three golden immortals and hundreds of heavenly immortals in Tianhu Temple. The gods enshrined in the temple should be their original works. I have never heard of them, but they are very popular.

"Tianhu Temple controls most of the Kongmeng Realm, and there are more than 3,000 Light Temples."

Li Ping'an raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "This is also a good idea. It is indeed a bit slow to collect incense in Fang Town, but it is much easier in the ordinary world."

"That's right," Li Dazhi said with a smile, "It's not what you said. Let's try it in Fang Town first. There are also a large number of mortals and low-level casual cultivators in Fang Town."

"I'm afraid that I'm taking too big a step, so I just have to take things slow and steady."

Li Ping'an glanced at the jade talisman and asked, "When will Tianhu Temple's latest Dao discussion conference be held?"

Li Dazhi said: "According to the inquiries from Tianfang Pavilion, it is said that preparations are underway, and there may be a letter in one or two years...Here, the second jade talisman is a letter from Master Huanglong, saying that the Tiandi Temple has been completed, do you want it? It opened directly."

"Let's go," Li Ping'an said with a smile, "Uncle Huang Long is very anxious, but I feel a little embarrassed when I go there. After all, there is a statue of me inside."

Li Dazhi handed over the third jade talisman: "This is the encrypted jade talisman of Tianfang Pavilion. I can't see it."

"Hmm? What's the big deal?"

Li Ping'an took the jade talisman and injected a ray of his own Taoist charm and immortal power into it.

A curl of smoke appeared on the jade talisman, and the smoke condensed into a swallow. Then the little swallow quietly exploded, and the message in the jade talisman fell into Li Ping'an's eyes.

Li Dazhi put his hands in his sleeves and came over: "Let me take a look."

Li Ping'an smiled and handed over the jade talisman, but he smiled and soon stopped laughing.

[Pavilion Master, there have been some changes within the Beizhou Wu Clan. According to our investigation, the Wu Clan seems to be brewing a rebellion. There may be a Western sect plot behind this matter. We have sent elders to spy. Posthumous affairs.】

Witch, witch clan?

Could it be that Western religions are going to do that little thing?

Li Ping'an frowned at first, then a flash of light flashed behind his head, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Li Dazhi muttered: "What's wrong? It feels like you are suddenly very excited. The Wu tribe is brewing a rebellion, and the Western religion is causing trouble behind the scenes... What are you excited about?"

"In other words, the Wu clan has not completely converted to Western religion yet."

Li Pingan suddenly stood up.

If Xing Tian is in Beizhou, does this count as throwing himself into a trap?

Li Ping'an quickly glanced at the glow of Lingtai, and saw that the disaster warning had not changed at this moment.

Now is not the time for disaster to break out. His strength is only that of a low-grade immortal.

Hesitation will lead to defeat, decisiveness may be in vain.

"Dad!" Li Ping'an said, "Call Master Huang Long and ask him to finish the performance at Tiandi Temple quickly, and then come over here. Order Luo Xuejing and Master Huang Long to come together and be responsible for getting in touch with the spies of the elders of Tianfang Pavilion!"

"OK!"

Li Dazhi stood up and asked: "What do you want to do?"
Chapter completed!