It had been five years since Wan Li entered the Hall of Pangu.
In just five years, the situation in the Untainted Land had changed again.
The Qilin Clan, which had been on the losing side, had completely declined. The situation had reversed. The Dragon and Phoenix Clans were currently chasing after the Qilin Clan.
In such a short period of time, more than half of the Qilin clan's Qilins had died from the world.
On the other hand, the Demon Ancestor Luohou didn't make any more movements.
If Wan Li knew now, he would know that Rahu was hiding in the dark and trying to stir up the relationship between the Dragon and Phoenix.
It was as if the changes caused by Wan Li had been silently corrected by the Heavenly Dao under Wan Li's personal manipulation.
At this moment, the twelve Ancestors of Sorcery gathered outside the Hall of Pangu, seemingly waiting for Wan Li to come out.
Compared to the plastic brotherhood of the Three Pure Ones, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery truly had a deep bond.
In the later generations, until the fall of the Sorcerer Tribe, there had never been any estrangement between the twelve of them. Instead, they were willing to die for each other at any time.
However, at this moment, the hot-tempered Zhurong seemed to be on a rampage and was furious at Emperor Jiang in front of it.
"Big Brother Emperor Jiang, ever since the Qilin Clan was defeated, the Dragon and Phoenix Clans have become more and more domineering! These few days, many of my Shaman Tribe's men have been bullied by these two tribes, and some of them have even died.”
Zhurong flew into a rage, making the other eleven Ancestors of Sorcery look embarrassed.
"Zhurong, calm down."
"Since that's the case, let's have our children restrain themselves a little. Eldest brother had once said that the three Xiantian races were the main characters of the tribulation, and they would definitely not have a good ending. There was no need to have too much to do with them.”
When Emperor Jiang heard Zhurong's words, he was also a little angry.
However, he was the leader of the Sorcerer Tribe after all. He quickly calmed down and persuaded Zhurong.
Originally, with Zhurong's fiery temper, it definitely wouldn't let it go. However, when Zhurong heard Emperor Jiang say "Eldest Brother", it snorted coldly and gradually calmed down.
Although they hadn't known each other for long, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery instinctively believed their eldest brother's words.
"Speaking of which, you've been in the Hall of Pangu for five years. He did not know when he would be able to walk out of the hall.”
When the Candle Dragon saw Zhurong calm down, he sighed. To them, five years was just a blink of an eye, but to a little fanboy like the Candle Dragon, it felt like a year. It had been too long since he last saw Wan Li, and he missed him very much.
"This is a good thing."
"The longer you stay in the Hall of Pangu, the more complete the inheritance you will receive. Back then, we were chased out by god father in less than a year. Even big brother Di Jiang only stayed a few days longer than us.”
"When Eldest Brother comes out, I have a feeling that our Sorcerer Tribe will prosper!”
Houtu, who had a slender figure and an air of a mature lady, was looking at the Hall of Pangu expectantly.
The other Ancestors of Sorcery also agreed.
"Only big brother can be so loved by god father.”
Xuan Ming said in a daze, his tone full of amazement.
"Who is it?"
Just as everyone was enjoying themselves, Emperor Jiang suddenly stood up and spoke like a thunderstorm!
A surge of blood qi surged out of his body!
Although the other eleven Ancestors of Sorcery were stunned, the fierceness that was rooted in their bones made them burst out with a soaring bloody light at the same time, and they suppressed the void!
Someone had come uninvited and appeared in the sky above the hall!
"What an evil and powerful aura!”
Gonggong's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. This man who had appeared in the Sorcerer Tribe's ancestral land was incomparably powerful.
"He's a Quasi-Sage, an enemy, not a friend! Kill him!"
Goumang snorted coldly and spoke with extreme ferocity.
As Goumang spoke, the other eleven Ancestors of Sorcery also revealed their fighting spirit and were eager to give it a try.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery cultivated differently from the creatures of the Untainted Land, but they were all Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals.
When a Quasi-Saint descended upon the Sorcerer Tribe, their first reaction was not to run away.
Instead, he wanted to kill him!
This was the fearless side of the Ancestor of Sorcery!
"Get lost. I'm not here to look for you."
In the sky, a loud sound came from the sky. His tone was indifferent but high and mighty.
Facing the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery transformed from Pangu's blood essence, the people who came seemed to not take them seriously at all.
Streaks of purple-black gas descended.
The moment that figure appeared, even the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery could not help but have goosebumps!
The person who came was even more ferocious than them!
"You're courting death."
Emperor Jiang roared in anger. The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery shook the heavens and earth as they charged at this person!
Being besieged by the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, this man with an unruly face had his black robe fluttering in the wind. Four sword shadows appeared around him.
"Get lost!"
The four sword shadows instantly intertwined with the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery's shadows.
It was as if the sky and the earth were about to be torn apart!
In the blink of an eye, the indestructible body of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery was cut into pieces by the four sword shadows!
"I, Luohou, am looking for an old friend.”
"Ants like you dare to block my path.”
"Then die."
Above the Hall of Pangu.
Demonic qi surged into the sky, and the sword shadows were fierce.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery seemed to be on the losing end in just one exchange!
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