Last time he wrote:

Entering the witchland, Ping An and Huang Longchu partner;

Kill the evil demon, the Western venerable intends to frame it.

The little bee transformed by Li Ping'an was safely hiding in Huanglong's real sleeve. Huanglong's figure shuttled through the poisonous miasma cloud and cautiously moved towards the hinterland of the Wu clan.

Li Pingan thought about it carefully.

It is not yet certain whether that Venerable Jia Feng is the enemy Da Luo who escaped from Yuan Shen during the last Wan Yun Sect disaster.

——Wan Motian came for a sneak attack at that time, and it was unlikely that he would declare his home.

However, Li Ping'an had already used the power of heaven to 'lock' the soul of the opponent Da Luo. As long as he saw the Lord Jiafeng, or his immortal consciousness captured the figure of the Lord Jiafeng, Li Ping'an could sense him.

Whether there is the power of heaven in the body.

Regarding the power of heaven, he is now regarded as a unique expert in the world.

"Huh? It's starting to rain?"

Master Huang Long muttered and looked up at the top of the poisonous miasma cloud.

Looking up, the drizzle is like a thread, falling from the top of the poisonous miasma cloud and entering the top of the poisonous miasma cloud.

Looking down, the poisonous miasma cloud also began to sprinkle some raindrops, but the raindrops below were highly corrosive, and many poisonous creatures below began to flee randomly, looking for special spiritual plants that could block the poisonous rain.

For slightly stronger poisons, the erosion of poisonous rain can also be ignored.

Li Ping'an suddenly called out: "Uncle, please walk slower. I'll contact my father and the others."

"Okay," Master Huanglong said in his voice, "Don't worry, these Wu clan souls are not very strong, and their detection capabilities are also very weak."

Li Ping'an said: "I heard that there are ancestral witches in the witch clan who are seriously injured and sleeping. We must be on guard."

"Ancestral Witch..."

Master Huang Long's voice was a little weak, but when he thought of this scene and this person, he immediately regained his composure.

"Don't worry, Pindao, the seriously injured ancestral witch, is somewhat sure of escaping with his life."

Li Ping'an laughed, and the two front paws of the little bee kept shaking, consuming a text communication jade talisman.

This written communication jade talisman was made by someone ordered by Li Dazhi.

Generally speaking, communication jade talismans refined in pairs are expensive to make, and you have to wait a long time before using them once.

Li Dazhi had an idea and changed the 'instant call' to 'text transmission', so that the spiritual power of the communication jade talisman could be used multiple times.

After a while, Li Ping'an said: "Uncle, please continue on your way."

"Hey," Master Huanglong responded, "We have arrived at the place where they are fighting. Let's go take a look below the clouds."

"Be careful."

"Wood question!"

One dragon and one man quietly approached the battlefield below, and the sound of explosions, shaking of the earth, and shouts of hooting and hooting came towards them.

Li Ping'an looked around carefully and soon discovered two anomalies.

On the hill below, hundreds or even thousands of Wu clansmen were fighting in a fierce battle.

When fighting, the Wu clan likes to put their feet on the ground and absorb the spiritual power of the earth. Therefore, there are very few people who fly to the sky and escape from the earth. At most, they fly over at low altitude.

The original Wu Clan's fighting methods are often the purest hand-to-hand combat and the most extreme confrontation.

There must have been fighting here for a long time. This hill is in a dilapidated state, with big holes everywhere.

The two exceptions are:

1. Most of the witch clans fighting here are equivalent to human Yuanxian and True Immortal Realm Qi Refiners.

Second, although the fight between the witches seems fierce and there are many witches lying on the ground, for the time being, there are no dead witches here.

Both sides did not make a killing move.

Behind the hill, there is a large forest of giant trees. On the edge of the forest, there are many figures standing on the branches of the giant trees, looking at the chaos on the hill.

The giant trees here are mostly North Sea giant pines, which have the effect of blocking miasma and resisting poisonous rain. Li Ping'an had also seen giant trees like this when he was 'invited as a guest' by Mo Linyuan.

Li Ping'an's celestial consciousness swept through and could see that there were countless tree houses and huts inside, as well as a large array covering the ground, and there seemed to be a huge cavity below.

The ancient witch tribes all lived in caves and were closest to the earth.

Li Ping'an estimated the number of these tree houses and huts, and found that this forest was just above the ground and could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people. However, at this time, there were only a thousand Wu clans fighting on the hills, and there were only a few people standing at the edge of the forest.

There are only tens of thousands of those figures.

The treehouses everywhere are empty…

"Something's not right," Li Ping'an's voice became a little weak, "Uncle Master, let's retreat first, back the way we came."

"Hey, okay."

Master Huang Long didn't ask any questions and quietly retreated towards the poisonous miasma cloud.

At this moment, a loud roar came from below: "Stop it!"

Master Huanglong asked: "Do you want to see the excitement?"

"No, keep retreating," Li Ping'an said, "It's the war wizard who fought with Centipede Jing before, and a dozen of his men. Let's retreat to the area where Centipede Jing was attacked to see what's going on there.

"

"good."

Master Huanglong didn't know why, so he just acted according to his words.

The shouts below were getting farther and farther, and the thick poisonous miasma clouds blocked the voices of the witch clan.

"Stop it! What are you doing!"

"The Witch Clan will not fight the Witch Clan!"

"Stop it! Otherwise I will beat you! It's his grandma's! No one listens to what I say, right? I'm one of the top ten witches! What..."

The war wizard with Taiyi Golden Immortal-level combat power was obviously involved in the battle.

‘Top Ten Witches?’

Li Pingan was reciting these three words in his heart, and just when he was about to ask Master Huang Long, his heart trembled twice for no reason.

Huanglong Zhenren's body suddenly became extremely stiff.

A warning from heaven appeared in Li Ping'an's heart.

The dragons all felt at the same time that a shadow seemed to be in the poisonous miasma cloud above their heads, and a vicious, cold, and hateful gaze seemed to be right above their heads.

"Peace, peace?"

"escape!"

Huanglong's real figure suddenly rushed forward.

The miasma cloud suddenly surged, and the shadow suddenly began to accelerate!

Countless lightnings appeared in the thick miasma cloud. With the light of the lightning, the immortal consciousness of Huang Long and Li Ping'an captured the outline cast by the shadow.

Huge body, two pairs of wings, wildly dancing long hair...

The shadow is almost within reach!

"It's the ancestral witch!"

Master Huang Long's voice was trembling. He didn't care at this moment. His figure suddenly expanded, with dragon scales all over his body. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a golden dragon that was a hundred feet long. He stirred up the clouds and mist with all his strength and escaped with all his strength.

hold head high--

The miasma cloud above the golden dragon's head suddenly opened a hole hundreds of miles in diameter!

Jin Long looked up and saw countless raindrops condensed out of thin air. The next moment, these raindrops seemed to turn into threads, instantly piercing the hundred-mile radius, and the earth below collapsed instantly!

The golden dragon was unable to dodge, and could only struggle desperately at this moment, pouring vast mana into the dragon scales all over its body, but there were still large splashes of blood on its body.

There are gaps in the dragon scales, and the dragon body under these gaps cannot stop the erosion of these raindrops.

The golden dragon pressed a claw on its chest and used its body to resist the raindrops, ensuring that the little bee in the palm of the dragon's claw was safe and sound.

"Xuan Ming!"

The golden dragon was covered in blood and raised its head and roared:

"My master Yuanshi Tianzun!"

The raindrops stopped momentarily.

The huge black shadow flew out of the miasma cloud, and the huge body across the sky quickly shrank with the azure divine light, turning into a size of ten feet, floating quietly in the air, looking down at the severely injured golden dragon below.

It has a human body, two bird legs, four wings on its back, and two snakes in its earrings.

The ancestor of rain, Wu Xuanming!

Her expression didn't change, and she grabbed the golden dragon below with her right hand. Two ropes made of ancient dragon tendons flew out, tied the golden dragon into a ball, and threw it into the forest not far away.
To be continued...