In the prehistoric era, strength was revered.
Zhao Deming had already become a Saint. Even the gods wouldn't believe that Houtu didn't have any feelings for him.
Strolling around the Wilderness and admiring the beautiful scenery around him, Zhao Deming was in a good mood.
Houtu wasn't interested. She frowned as if she had a lot on her mind. She looked back at Zhao Deming from time to time.
"Sister Houtu, what's wrong?" Zhao Deming was full of doubts. He quickly blocked Houtu and asked with concern.
"Brother…Brother Wen, what do you think of us Shamans?”When Houtu heard this, she looked up at Zhao Deming. She bit her teeth lightly. She hesitated for a moment before asking Zhao Deming.
"The witch race is the Pangu Clan." Zhao Deming's heart skipped a beat when he heard that.
"Brother Wen, are you going to brush Houtu off like this?”Houtu's beautiful eyes welled up with tears of grievance when she heard this. She choked and said,""It's true that we are the descendants of God Father, but we have been suppressed by the Qilin Race everywhere. Our tribe has suffered heavy casualties, and we are still trapped in Mount Wu.”
Mount Wu was the holy land of the Sorcerer Tribe. The twelve peaks of Mount Wu had given birth to the twelve Ancestors of Sorcery of the Sorcerer Tribe. Houtu was the Peak Master of Goddess Peak of Mount Wu.
"Sister Houtu, there are some things that I can't explain clearly, but I can give you eight words.”Zhao Deming was silent for a long time and then said to Houtu seriously.
"Brother Wen, please speak." Houtu said to Zhao Deming excitedly.
"When things reach an extreme, they will reverse. When they reach an extreme, they will decline." Zhao Deming smiled mysteriously.
After the Great War of the Gods and Demons, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes divided the Untainted Land. The Dragon tribe ruled the four seas, the Phoenix tribe ruled the sky, and the Qilin tribe dominated the continent.
The Phoenix Clan was the most prideful clan and did not easily interact with other clans, much less fight with other clans. Hence, they were respected by the millions of Bird Clans.
Dragons were notorious for their lewd nature, which spread throughout the hundreds of tribes in the Wilderness.
The Qilin Race was tyrannical by nature, bloodthirsty and warlike, and had a notorious reputation.
The Wu Tribe lived in the Untainted Land and was bullied by the Qilin Tribe. If it weren't for the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery guarding the twelve peaks of the Wu Mountain, the Wu Tribe would have been exterminated long ago!
As the saying goes, when things reach an extreme, they will reverse, and when they reach an extreme, they will decline.
The decline of the dragon race and the Qilin race was a foregone conclusion. Moreover, the Qilin Emperor and the Ancestral Dragon were narrow-minded people. They were headstrong and difficult to achieve the Great Dao.
"Is that true?" Houtu was shocked and asked Zhao Deming anxiously.
"Sister Houtu, have I ever lied to you?”Zhao Deming smiled and asked.
Houtu's face turned red and her heart pounded. She looked at Zhao Deming shyly and disappeared.
" Haha…Hahaha…" Zhao Deming laughed out loud. He was in a good mood. He followed Houtu like a shadow.
It was too late to say, but it was too fast.
After a while, Houtu entered the Goddess Peak of the Wushan Mountain, but Zhao Deming was stopped by the Great Formation of the Wushan Mountain.
"Damn you, you are not allowed to trespass into the Sorcerer Tribe's Holy Land.”All of a sudden, a hundred-thousand-meters tall, fierce-looking Senior Magus stood in front of Zhao Deming and blocked his way. He was holding a large axe in his hand, and his voice was as loud as thunder.
"Big…Big Brother Dali?" Zhao Deming was dumbfounded when he saw the ferocious shaman.
"Big Brother Dali?" The ferocious shaman was confused. He scratched his head and said,""I'm not called Big Brother Dali. I'm Xing Tian, the most powerful Grand Wizard of the Wizard Tribe!”
"Xing Tian?" Zhao Deming was shocked when he heard that. He nodded and said,""I understand."
Zhao Deming looked over and found that there was no primordial spirit in Xing Tian's body. There was only a strong will sealed in the depths of his Purple Mansion, which had transformed into a magical power that controlled his body.
In a sense, Xing Tian was already dead, and only his will and body were still alive.
Such a freak was shocking and unheard of.
However, when Zhao Deming recalled the identity of the Senior Magus Xing Tian, everything became clear.
The axe in Xing Tian's hand had lost its luster and charm. It had fallen from a pre-world supreme treasure to an ordinary spiritual treasure and lost its supreme power.
"Sigh, it's been hard on you." Zhao Deming cast the Heavenly Transformation Technique and turned into a giant god. He patted Xing Tian's shoulder and sighed before he went up the Goddess Peak.
Senior Magus Xing Tian looked at Zhao Deming, who had just stepped onto the Goddess Peak, with a strange feeling in his heart. He felt that Zhao Deming was very familiar and trustworthy.
As soon as Zhao Deming stepped onto the Goddess Peak, he felt an unstoppable force.
Zhao Deming struck out the Pangu Palm Print, shattering the void. A faceless, six-legged, four-winged, yellow-sac-shaped Almighty appeared out of thin air. He shifted his position and brought Zhao Deming billions of miles away from Mount Wu.
"How dare you." Seeing this, Zhao Deming was furious. He roared and swung his Soul Dissipating Rod at the Almighty's face.
Every strike of Zhao Deming's staff carried the power of the Great Dao, and it was like a maggot that followed the Almighty like a shadow. The Almighty couldn't dodge it, and his head was covered in bumps. He kept howling in pain.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting. I'm the Ancestral Magus Di Jiang.”The powerful existence, Lang Bei, fled, crying for his parents as he begged for mercy.
"This Penniless Priest is fighting the Ancestral Magus Di Jiang.”Zhao Deming sneered.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were united. Emperor Jiang was beaten up by Zhao Deming, and Gonggong, Zhurong, Houtu, and Xuan Ming quickly came to his rescue. They joined hands to save Emperor Jiang and set up a great formation to surround Zhao Deming.
"Good timing." Zhao Deming glanced at Houtu with a smile and gave a loud shout. He cast the Art of Heavenly Transformation and turned into a terrifying giant god that could support the sky and earth. He raised his big feet and stomped on Gonggong, Zhurong, and the others.
As the old saying goes, strength can defeat ten.
Except for Houtu, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery of the Sorcerer Tribe were all stubborn and stubborn. They would not be convinced if they did not use absolute power to suppress them.
Zhao Deming showed his supreme power, punching and kicking Gonggong, Zhurong, and the others. In addition, Houtu deliberately went easy on them, so she quickly broke the formation. Then, she released her saintly way pressure, forcing Gonggong, Zhurong, and the others to submit to her. She stood proudly on the battlefield, fighting ten enemies at once, and performed another eye-catching trick. The human BOSS made Houtu's cheeks flush red. Her beautiful eyes were filled with splendor, and her heart was beating wildly.
"Wow, he's so handsome!" Xuan Ming was a beautiful girl. When she saw Zhao Deming being so cool, she was infatuated. His heart rippled.
"Sister Houtu, he's so powerful. Brother Dijiang is convinced.”Emperor Jiang crawled up from the ground in a sorry state. With two lines of blood flowing out of his nose, he looked at Zhao Deming with fear and shouted at Houtu.
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