692: Chapter 242: The Ancestral Witch of Rain!_3 692: Chapter 242: The Ancestral Witch of Rain!_3 Thus, Immortal Huanglong could hardly accept the fact that he had been bound by the Dragon Tendon Rope.
What truly struck him was…
Look, nephew of the Heavenly Emperor!
Just as he thought his luck had turned and his fate changed, he was strung up again; he only managed to save his life by invoking “my master Yuanshi Tianzun,” and now he must rely on his nephew of the Heavenly Emperor to send a ssage for help.
Had his fate really changed?
Huanglong could not help but feel tears welling up.
“Uncle master, uncle master?” Li Ping’an’s voice penetrated deep into Immortal Huanglong’s heart, “My father has already rushed to the Jade Void Palace.
There is no need for uncle master to worry.
With the Witch Clan’s decline and the Chan Sect protecting its own, the Witch Clan would not dare to harm you.”
“Stop sending ssages,” Huanglong cautiously reminded with a bit of guilt, “The Ancestor Witch may have so odd Divine Skills.
Hide properly, eh!”
At this mont, a cold and forceful aura rapidly approached.
Cling, cling, cling!
The dark do and four walls of this great hall were simultaneously illuminated.
Li Ping’an’s Immortal Consciousness swept around, then imdiately retracted, secretly observing the surroundings.
The entire great hall was vast, a thousand feet long, four to five hundred feet wide, and a hundred feet high.
At this mont, uncle master Huanglong was suspended in the center of the hall.
Above the hall, the do was decorated with the sun, moon, and stars, while the four walls bore carvings of the Twelve Ancestor Witches.
Not far from Huanglong, there were two massive stone seats; the backs of these seats were tall like steles;
The back of the stone seat on the left was engraved with the silhouette of the Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming, while the back of the stone seat on the right bore a rough human figure with eight slender arms behind it.
Li Ping’an had seen similar portraits in the archives of the Human Race, which must represent the appearance of the Ancestor Witch Houtu.
Simply put, the owners of this stone hall were Xuan Ming and Houtu.
That chilly aura swept across below.
Li Ping’an, wary of alerting the other party, dared not look directly and could only sneak a peek.
The Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming, assuming the posture of an Innate Dao Body, had concealed her feathered wings behind her and hidden a pair of bird feet.
She was currently sitting quietly in the left stone seat, dressed in an azure blue robe.
A dozen or so figures ‘flew close to the ground,’ rushing in from outside the hall, and knelt down neatly in front of Xuan Ming.
“Hmph!”
Xuan Ming humd coldly, scolding with a hoarse voice:
“I told you to set a trap to lure so high-ranking masters of the Human Race over, and this is what you bring back?
A mud dragon!”
Immortal Huanglong was enraged, his dragon’s maw agape: “Nonsense!
This Poor Daoist is Huanglong!”
Xuan Ming suddenly waved her hand, and layers of ripples appeared in the cosmos, solidifying into a fist that struck Immortal Huanglong’s forehead.
The dragon rolled his eyes back, tongue sticking out as he fainted on the spot.
Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming narrowed her eyes: “This mud dragon is a disciple of the Chan Sect, we cannot kill him, only let him go…
You guys, drag him and throw him into the North Sea.”
“Yes!”
“Hold on!”
A light shout ca from the shadows of the great hall.
Li Ping’an’s spirits lifted.
He sensed a trace of the power of the Heavenly Dao!
From the corner of the great hall, a middle-aged Daoist wearing a patched robe, with hands pressed together, hurried over.
Jie Yin’s fifth disciple, Qia Feng.
“Ancestor Witch, please calm your anger,” Qia Feng said with a smile, “Immortal Huanglong is now stationed by the Heavenly Emperor’s side.
Now that Immortal Huanglong has appeared, the Heavenly Emperor must not be far away, it seems that our strategy is already half successful.”
Xuan Ming said indifferently, “So according to the honored one’s opinion, Immortal Huanglong cannot be released?
If the Chan Sect investigates, will you block them?
Daoist Qia Feng pressed his hands together in salute and spoke warmly:
“By presenting myself in this manner, I am here to represent our Western Sect joining hands with the esteed mbers of the Witch Clan.
“The Human Race has been too much of a bully to both our hos.
If the Heavenly Emperor of the Human Race ascends… One can think of how the Heavenly Emperor of the ancient monster court treated the Witch Clan.
The war between Chiyou and Xuanyuan Huangdi just ended less than a hundred thousand years ago, the grudge is too deep, how would the Human Race treat all of you?
The day the Heavenly Emperor ascends is the day of the Witch Clan’s demise.
“We should naturally share a common hatred and resolve such troubles ahead of ti.”
One of the kneeling great witches raised her head to look at Qia Feng and muttered, “The Human Race is unrighteous and crafty, can your plotting outsmart them?”
Daoist Qia Feng laughed and said:
“The predicant of the Witch Clan has reached such a state, what more is there to lose?
“My fellow clansn, more and more mixed-blood witches are erging, and the Pure-Blooded Witch Tribe is nearing extinction.
If you can’t leave The Land of the Northern Continent, the Witch Clan will disappear within one Kalpa.
“Only by eliminating the new Heavenly Emperor can the Human Race be severely weakened.
Our Western Sect has been cultivating outside the heavens for a long ti and has already beco a significant force!
“One day, when we counterattack the East Continent, the Witch Clan can surely return to the sunlight…
Now is the ti for you to fight for this opportunity!
In the eyes of the Human Race, Chiyou and his tribesn are unforgivably evil demons.”
Xuan Ming thought quietly for a mont and spoke slowly: “Search all places, seal all the exits, do not let the new Heavenly Emperor escape!”
The group of witches bowed their heads and responded: “Yes!”
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