After leaving the Heavenly Treasure Palace, Ye Feng returned to Tushita Palace at the first moment and began to study the remnant of the secret scroll.
This incomplete scroll came from the altar of the Sorcerer Tribe. The Sorcerer Tribe, the Sorcerer Tribe, what was the Sorcerer Tribe? The twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had to be mentioned.
Ye Feng knew very well that when Pangu was reborn, the clear qi rose into the Three Pure Ones. They were the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord, the Heavenly Lord of the Origin, and the Tongtian Sect Master. The turbid air sank and gathered the chaotic five elements of heaven and earth to form spirits. It was a sect of the ancient Wu tribe. Its ancestors were the twelve ancestors of Wu, Dijiang, Goumang, Rushou, Gonggong, Zhurong, Candle Dragon, Qiangliang, Shebi, Tianwu, Yanzi, Xuanming, and Houtu.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, also known as the Twelve Demon Gods in the outside world, were born with powerful bodies. They could devour the world, manipulate wind, water, thunder, and lightning, shift mountains and seas, and change the world. When the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery gathered together to use the Twelve Divine Beings Demon Formation, they could even condense the Real Entity of Pangu, which could split the world and destroy the world. There were few people below the Sage. This was also the greatest reliance of the Wu Tribe in the past, who dared to challenge the various worlds and even the immortals and saints with their powerful bodies, even though they did not practice magic!
In terms of physical body, the Sorcerer Tribe was undoubtedly the race that had reached the peak of this path!
Later, some people said that the powerful witch race was destroyed because they did not respect the heavens and did not understand the grace of the saints, causing them to die in a great tribulation.
When Ye Feng heard this, he only wanted to laugh.
The destruction of the Wu Tribe was not caused by the strong enemies, but by the internal troubles of the Wu Tribe. The twelve Ancestors of Sorcery within the Wu Tribe were at odds with each other and could not differentiate between friend and foe. Some Ancestors of Sorcery, such as Deep Earth Dark Mysterious, were even more soft-hearted! Houtu and Xuan Ming tried to live in peace with the benevolent Sage, but they didn't know that this peace would come at the cost of their own destruction! The result of such a compromise was that the tribulation really came. However, the Twelve Divine Beings Demon Formation failed because of the discord between the Ancestors of Sorcery, and the final doomsday of the Wu Tribe came. The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery might not understand one thing until their death. If you want to live a peaceful life, you must first give up the power in your hands. If you don't want to give up, you must be stronger than the Sage!
The Ancestor of Sorcery didn't understand, but Ye Feng had. With the purple qi, if he wanted to make a comeback, he would never be able to. If he wanted to become a Saint, he had to make all the Saints in the sky disappear. The road to the west, the journey of blood, was his tribulation, and mine!
"Open!" Ye Feng raised his hand, and a dense purple gas slowly seeped out from his silver armor. The moment the purple gas landed on the remnant scroll, a dark light rushed out from above and below the remnant scroll.
Ye Feng smiled. It was indeed effective. However, he saw the Primal Purple Qi pounce into the Sorcerer Tribe's body refining scroll. In the next moment, the black light turned scarlet more and more fiercely. Seeing that everything in his immortal palace was dyed red, like a blood cellar in a demon's cave, Ye Feng realized that something was wrong! What, what was this incomplete scroll! If this continued, would they disturb the formation of Tushita Palace outside? If he was discovered to be able to cultivate the Sorcerer Tribe's cultivation technique, he would probably be the first to be sent to the Immortal Executioner Stage!
Thinking of this, Ye Feng hurriedly formed a seal with his hands and roared at the remnant of the black blood light," Retract!”
Ye Feng saw that the purple gas seemed to have sunk into a quagmire. Half of its body actually broke free, and the other half of the purple gas was deeply absorbed into the tableware case and did not come out. What was going on?
Ye Feng hurriedly rushed forward, grabbed the Primordial Purple Qi and pulled it out like a radish. Just as Ye Feng pulled the Primordial Purple Qi out, he heard a fierce fist coming from behind!
"Who is it?"
Ye Feng hurriedly turned around, but before he could, he was sent flying seven to eight meters away and hit the wall. The moment he fainted, he saw a three-meter-tall barbarian man. He was wrapped in animal skin and wore a fang necklace. He was emitting the aura of Desolate. Standing in front of the scroll, he looked like a guardian god…
After a few more days, Ye Feng finally understood what was going on. The incomplete scroll should have been asleep, and the Hong Meng Immortal Qi had undoubtedly activated that thing. As long as he opened the incomplete scroll, a Sorcerer Tribe man would appear out of nowhere and beat him up. Its fight was simple, pure, and violent. Fists and kicks collided, and heads collided. Every time, Ye Feng's head was bleeding and he was defeated. Every time he fainted and woke up... Ye Feng noticed that the Sorcerer Tribe's scroll fragment always mysteriously appeared at his chest, and his entire body was wrapped in the black light of the scroll fragment.
Every time he stood up again, his body's strength and stiffness became stronger!
On the 33rd day, Ye Feng barely managed to survive the first round and was knocked out instantly. Half of his body was crippled.
On the 50th day, Ye Feng managed to counterattack without being knocked unconscious in the first round. His leg was twisted into a fried dough twist.
On the 60th day, Ye Feng finally managed to hold on for two rounds without being knocked out. All the bones in his body were shattered.
On the eighty-fifth day, Ye Feng finally managed to last three rounds under Wu Han's violent attacks. This time, Ye Feng's armor was shattered into powder.
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If it were any other ordinary immortal, they would have given up on this devilish training. What kind of cultivation was this? This was purely asking for abuse.
Ye Feng didn't think so. The reason why he said he was looking for trouble was because he was too weak. After all, this was the secret cultivation manual of the Sorcerer Tribe. The physique of the Sorcerer Tribe must be much stronger than that of humans. The Pangu bloodline was not just for show. Perhaps this guardian of the Sorcerer Tribe was only slightly difficult for the Sorcerer Tribe's cultivators, but it was definitely difficult for him to ascend to the heavens.
Even if it was difficult, he had to bite it! Only by enduring the most bitter of hardships could one rise above the rest. Lying down and cultivating immortality was just a dream. Just think about those cultivation furnaces and you would know that immortals were the most heartless. Since you had chosen this path, there was no time to regret it. Fight! Battle! Battle!
It was the eighty-ninth day. Ye Feng looked at his dilapidated Taoist temple. There was almost no complete furniture in it. Even the extremely hard jade tablet ground was shaken as if it had been blown up by a landmine. Ye Feng was very curious about his current strength. What level was it? It had been cultivated at least thirty times by the Sorcerer Tribe's remnant scroll! Moreover, he had gone through so many "battles". Perhaps he could go and test his strength.
More importantly, Ye Feng felt uneasy. The Tushita Palace's Daoist Brother and Senior Sister had left for so long and had yet to return. Three months would pass in three to five days. Could something have gone wrong at the Three Realms Mountain?
It was best not to make any mistakes. It was not easy for him to find a quiet place to cultivate, and Ye Feng did not want to move again. Most importantly, Ye Feng could remember his brother because he had consumed all the pills. After three months of seclusion, although the Sorcerer Tribe's incomplete scroll repaired his body and strengthened his meridians, he still needed pills to replenish the lost essence energy in each battle. Otherwise, how could he have the strength to fight against the Sorcerer Tribe's guardian?
Ye Feng had already finished all of the melting water of the Nature Pills he had stored. Now, he had to either drink his own bath water, go out to look for food, or find his Daoist brother.
"Maybe it's time to go out and take a look." Ye Feng muttered to himself as he slowly opened the door. A refreshing immortal aura assaulted his senses.
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