The strongest in the Wilderness, Bone King
6 To be the senior of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery!

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Aotian Gu was satisfied. He did not regret choosing the Bone King's cultivation path. Instead, he was filled with endless anticipation.

"Congratulations on breaking through again, Senior!”

At this time, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery took the initiative to surround Gu Aotian and congratulate him.

The powerful strength that Gu Aotian had displayed was enough to crush them, so they naturally called Gu Aotian senior.

Other than that, the Pangu head that Gu Aotian had previously resided in was also a very important reason.

Everyone had received Pangu's legacy, and Gu Aotian was clearly a level higher than them.

If Gu Aotian was not a senior, then who was?!

"This is very interesting!"

Gu Aotian narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.

At this moment, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had only reached the Golden Immortal Realm and had yet to transform into human forms. They were only twelve human-shaped light orbs.

However, it was obvious that two of the twelve human-shaped light orbs were female.

Needless to say, these two women were Xuan Ming and Houtu, the two female Ancestors of Sorcery.

Of course, this was not the main point. The main point was that the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, both men and women, were very respectful to him, as if they treated him as an elder of the same clan.

"In that case, I'll have 12 super fighters!”Gu Aotian said in his heart.

The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery would not even be afraid of the Sages in the future. How could he let such a powerful figure come to him voluntarily?

Gu Aotian had a faint smile on his face. His tone made people feel that he was as kind as a spring breeze, but it also made people feel that he was a senior expert.

Especially after he called himself this lord, he seemed even more pretentious.

It was equivalent to becoming the senior of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.

What a joke. He was a man who wanted to compete with Hongjun. If he did not become the senior of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, would he still be the eldest brother of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery?

If that was the case, it would seem too demeaning!

"Thank you, Senior!"

This made them feel gratitude and respect for Gu Aotian in their hearts. They were definitely going to go to Gu Aotian's bowl!

"You guys can continue cultivating. If there's anything you don't understand, you can come and ask me.”Gu Aotian said sincerely.

Since he had the intention to recruit the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery as his lackeys, he was naturally willing to guide them in their cultivation.

In that case, the other party might also become a powerful help to him in the future!

"Yes, Senior!"

"I should also hurry up!" Gu Aotian thought to himself.

After his Primordial Spirit had reached the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal Realm, he could easily detect the traces of Qilin Race activities outside Buzhou Mountain.

Very soon, Gu Aotian calmed his mind and once again entered a profound cultivation state.

Now, not only did he have to cultivate his primordial spirit, he also had to cultivate his skeleton body to become stronger and harder!

"Weng weng weng!"

The Pangu's Heart trembled slightly in the air and hummed. It emitted an even denser power for Gu Aotian to absorb.

......

The Primordial World did not remember years. In the blink of an eye, tens of millions of years had passed!

During Gu Aotian's deep cultivation, the strength of the billions of living beings in the Primordial Continent was also growing rapidly.

"Yin! Yin! Yin!"

On the majestic Buzhou Mountain, the Origin Kylin stood in the air and roared.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The Phoenix Ancestor, bathed in boundless flames, spread its wings and soared into the sky in the scorching and violent eternal volcano.

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