The Sorcerer Tribe.
Pangu Hall.
The twelve Ancestors of Sorcery sat in order. They were the Ancestral Sorcerer of Space, Di Jiang, the Ancestral Sorcerer of Time, Zhu Jiuyin, the Ancestral Sorcerer of Thunder, Qiang Liang, the Ancestral Sorcerer of Metal, Ru Shou, the Ancestral Sorcerer of Wind, Tian Wu, the Ancestral Sorcerer of Lightning, Xi Zi, the Ancestral Sorcerer of Fire, Zhu Rong, the Ancestral Sorcerer of Water, Gong Gong, the Ancestral Sorcerer of Wood, Goumang, the Ancestral Sorcerer of Heaven, She Bi Shi, the Ancestral Sorcerer of Rain, Xuan Ming, and the Ancestral Sorcerer of Earth, Houtu.
That's right, this was the strongest lineup of the Sorcerer Tribe!
It covered almost all kinds of divine powers in the Primordial World, such as space, time, thunder, lightning, weather, wind, fire, water, earth, rain, wood, and metal.
"Sister Xuan Ming, why are you so angry?”The other Ancestors of Sorcery looked at Xuan Ming, who was sitting below with a displeased expression.
"Humph, a tribe I left on the shore of the East Sea met with a disaster. Even the shaman I personally nurtured went to god father's embrace.”
Xuan Ming was so angry that his liver hurt. He waved his hand, and a corpse suddenly appeared in the Ancestral Magus Hall.
It was the Rain Tribe's Senior Magus.
As an Ancestral Wizard, the Great Wizard she had nurtured was transformed from her blood essence. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was her child, but he had actually been beaten and killed!
" What?!"
The Grand Wizard of Fire, Zhurong, immediately jumped up. Flames rose from his body and he glared at the sky."Damn it. Who dares to attack our Sorcerer Tribe? Are you a damned Demon Tribe?”
"You are really courting death. I have long noticed that Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi of the Demon Clan have been not very honest recently.”
Water power surged in Gong Gong's body, and he couldn't contain his anger.
In the Primordial World, the Wu Tribe considered themselves to be the most powerful race and the children of the great Father God. The living beings of the Demon Tribe were only worthy of being their meat.
But now, he dared to kill a Senior Wizard of the Sorcerer Tribe and massacre an entire tribe.
This was simply intolerable!
"Sister Xuanming, don't be angry. I'm going to mobilize my tribe's men to the Golden Crow Palace to kill Emperor Jun and avenge you!”Zhurong patted its chest, and flames shot out in all directions!
"Grand Wizard Zhurong, wait a moment."
The Candle Dragon narrowed his eyes and shook his head."This matter was definitely not done by the demon race. Didn't you notice? The Great Shaman's chest was pierced by a sharp blade and he was killed in one blow. With such strength, if it was the Demon Tribe, it could only be Donghuang Taiyi and Emperor Jun.”
"Since Elder Brother has already said it, it must be them!”Zhurong was very angry. Recently, it had been suffering from severe internal heat.
"Zhurong, can you be quiet?”
Emperor Jiang reprimanded him and said in a deep voice,""Candle Dragon, you are the Ancestor of Time and the most stable among us. Why don't you tell us who did this?”
As its boss, Emperor Jiang's words made Zhurong not dare to say anything else.
She didn't dare to, but she still muttered softly.
"Who cares what he is, he dares to kill our Sorcerer Clan's sons, he must bear the punishment of god father!”
"Brother, did you discover something?”Xuan Ming frowned as she looked at the Candle Dragon, who was sizing up the corpse.
The other Ancestors of Sorcery also surrounded him.
The descendants of the Shamans had been roaming the land for thousands of years after they were born. At most, some of their juniors had died in the battles with the demons.
However, this was the first time that a Grand Wizard had died!
He had to take it seriously!
" That's right. I did find something. Look, the chest of this Great Shaman was pierced by a spear spirit treasure. I can tell that this treasure is extraordinary. Even after a long time, the murderous aura on the wound still hasn't dissipated.”
The Candle Dragon frowned and said," This person's strength is unfathomable. The Numinous Treasure he holds can almost ignore the physical defenses of our Shamans.”
"What?"
" Impossible. We Shamans are born with a Fiendish Body and cultivate the Great Dao of Father God. A few Spirit Treasures can't hurt us at all. How can they ignore our Innate Fiendish Bodies?”
"That's right, you must have seen wrongly!”
The Candle Dragon's analysis seemed to have angered everyone.
The Voodoo Race was used to being arrogant. They were not proud of their Dharmic powers, nor were they proud of their Spiritual Treasures. They were proud of their Dharma Form Divine Abilities. Once they had formed their Divine Abilities, their bodies would be invincible.
At the very least, they had never seen anyone use a Numinous Treasure to break the Fiend Body of the Sorcerer Tribe!
"Could it be him…" Houtu, who had been silent, turned pale.
An image appeared in Houtu's mind.
He was dressed in a black Daoist robe, stepping on a Xiantian twelfth-grade World Destruction Black Lotus, and holding a God Slaying Spear. Above his head, four cold swords flickered in the black light of karma…
Soon, Houtu's attention fell on the spear!
Patriarch Chen Yuan?
"Who is it?"
Xuan Ming frowned and looked at the pale Houtu. He said unhappily,""Sister Houtu, as an Ancestor of Sorcery, you always show this expression. If others see it, won't it be a disgrace to the Sorcerer Tribe?”
As soon as he said that, Emperor Jiang and the other Ancestors of Sorcery looked over helplessly.
They could not imagine why Sister Houtu, as a member of the Ancestor of Sorcery of the Sorcerer Tribe, did not like to kill. Instead, she often liked to be alone. In the entire Sorcerer Tribe, she was the only one like this.
What a pity for the body of the Ancestral Wizard.
"Hey, you guys. Sister Houtu, have you guessed who it is?”The Candle Dragon sighed. He looked at Houtu with admiration instead of ridicule and helplessness.
"Who is it? Who was this thief? Houtu, tell me, and I'll immediately take the Sorcerer Tribe's men and make them die!”Zhurong held two fire snakes in its hands. It was also waiting for an answer!
"I... I'm not..." Houtu opened her mouth and wanted to explain, but at that moment, a black gas fell from the sky and appeared in front of the main gate of the Pangu Palace!
He was wearing a black robe and holding a long spear. He stared at the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery in the Hall of Pangu expressionlessly.
This was really sudden!
All the Ancestors of Sorcery were stunned as they looked at the young Taoist who had appeared without any warning. For a moment, no one could react!
This was the Hall of Pangu of the Voodoo Race, the holiest and most solemn place in the entire Voodoo Race. There were at least three thousand Senior Voodoo guards outside, and not even a bird could fly in!
"Ancestor Chen Yuan…" Houtu's expression changed greatly and she shouted unconsciously.
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