Goddess Nvywa was furious, but she could not ask any more questions. She could only sit up straight and cultivate with her eyes closed, ignoring Taiyi.
Taiyi laughed. He didn't mind. Just like Nuwa, he closed his eyes and sat on the stone chair to cultivate.
With the appearance of the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes, Hongjun's sainthood was not far away. Taiyi wanted to improve his strength in this short period of time.
In Untainted Land, the Wu Tribe was very powerful. Under the leadership of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcerer, they kept driving out the Demon Tribe around Mount Buzhou. They killed all of them and used them as food for the Wu Tribe. The Demon Tribe was in a panic.
Under the leadership of some powerful demons, they gathered together to face the threat of the Sorcerer Tribe.
Although the Demon Tribe's combat strength could not be compared to the Sorcerer Tribe, they could not withstand the large number of them. Under the leadership of some great demons, the Sorcerer Tribe fought to the death for territory.
Due to the large number of Demon Tribes, the Wu Tribe also suffered many casualties, which gave the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcerer a headache. Untainted Land was vast and boundless. Countless Demon Tribes were born every day, but the Wu Tribe could not. The reproduction speed of the Wu Tribe was extremely slow.
As the war continued, the twelve Ancestors of Sorcerer realized the seriousness of the problem, and the Sorcerer Tribe restrained themselves.
If they continued to fight, the Demon Tribe would not be pleased, but the Sorcerer Tribe would not be any better.
At least before the number of clansmen multiplied, such a battle could only come to an end.
The retreat of the twelve Sorcerer Ancestors gave the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes some time to recuperate.
In the Hall of Pangu at the foot of Mount Buzhou, the twelve Ancestors of Sorcerer gathered to discuss the current problem of the Sorcerer Tribe.
Although he wanted to kill all those annoying demons, it was impossible with the current strength of the Sorcerer Tribe.
The Sorcerer Tribe was small in number. Even though they were strong individually, they had suffered a great loss under the crazy accumulation of the Demon Tribe regardless of sacrifice. After realizing this problem, the twelve Ancestors of Sorcerer stopped expanding, giving the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes some time to recuperate.
"In my opinion, what's there to discuss? We twelve ancestors will directly charge forward and destroy these wet, egg-like, feathered beasts!!!”
Among the twelve Ancestor Sorcerers, Zhurong, who had the worst temper, hated this kind of troublesome thing the most. Couldn't he just kill them directly?
Who would dare to be enemies with the twelve Ancestors of Sorcerer when they joined forces?
"Hmph, you're amazing. Go ahead."
Among the twelve Ancestor Sorcerers, Gonggong was the one who didn't get along with Zhurong.
Perhaps it had something to do with their supernatural powers. One controlled water and the other controlled fire. The two of them were a little foul and filled with the smell of gunpowder at any time. They liked to tear down each other's stage, and every time was no exception. As long as they did so, they would quarrel.
"Gonggong, don't be so smug. If you have the ability, come and fight with me, Zhurong. Don't hide in the Hall of Pangu all day and play with water when you have nothing to do.”
Zhurong wasn't to be trifled with either, so it directly retorted.
"Who do you think is hiding in the Hall of Pangu and playing with water?!!”
Gonggong wasn't someone to be trifled with. He was directly angered by Zhurong's words and stood up abruptly.
Fortunately, the Hall of Pangu was big enough. Otherwise, with the twelve Ancestors of Sorcerer's habit of controlling their bodies to be around ten meters tall, a large hole would have been poked out of the roof of an ordinary place.
Zhurong smiled disdainfully and turned its head to the side."Whoever is angry is talking about who."
"You!"
Gonggong was so angry that he jumped up and down. It was funny to say that Zhurong had the worst personality, but Zhurong had the most brains. Every time, it would make Gonggong furious.
It started again. In the Hall of Pangu, Xuan Ming, who was a female among the twelve Ancestors of Sorcerer, rolled her eyes and looked at Houtu.
Houtu smiled and signaled Xuan Ming not to be anxious. Her big brother had not said anything yet. Besides, this kind of scene could happen at any time. It was better to get used to it.
Compared to Xuan Ming, Houtu had a gentle personality. He didn't feel speechless about the quarrel between Zhurong and Gonggong. Instead, he found it very interesting.
"Enough!"
In the main hall, Emperor Jiang snorted angrily and reprimanded the two of them,""Instead of thinking of a solution for the Sorcerer Tribe, you're arguing here for no reason. Aren't you ashamed?!!”
"Humph!"
Although Emperor Jiang was the boss, among the twelve Ancestor Sorcerers, no one was willing to submit to the other. Only Houtu was easier to talk to. As for the others, forget it. Why should I listen to you? If you're not convinced, let's have a fight!
The twelve Ancestors of Sorcerer were transformed from Pangu's blood essence. They didn't cultivate their primordial spirits but their bodies. Besides, they had absorbed a large amount of Sky Opening Evil Qi around Mount Buzhou and nourished their bodies, which made their bodies so strong that ordinary magic treasures couldn't hurt them at all. Besides, the power gap between the twelve Wu Tribes wasn't big, so no one was convinced by the other.
Only the gentle Houtu didn't like to fight. The other eleven were not easy to deal with.
After being reprimanded by him, Zhurong and Gonggong suddenly became united. They turned their heads and snorted at Emperor Jiang unhappily with an expression that said,"I don't want to hear it."
They were the ones who quarreled, but they were also the ones who united the fastest. Emperor Jiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Brothers, can you be quiet?”
Sitting beside Houtu, Xuan Ming couldn't stand it anymore and said indifferently.
"Uh..."
Zhurong and Gonggong, who had been looking down on Emperor Jiang just a moment ago, saw Xuan Ming speak, and their expressions changed. They coughed dryly and said,"
"Since Little Sister Xuan Ming has spoken, I, Zhurong, will naturally be quiet.”
"Zhurong is right. I, Gonggong, agree. Big Brother, go ahead.”
Gonggong also had a very obedient look on his face. That funny look made the other members of the Sorcerer Tribe secretly laugh. Zhurong and Gonggong were almost fearless, but they were completely restrained by the Xuan Ming.
"In that case, this little sister will thank the two big brothers.”
A sweet smile appeared on Xuan Ming's face. However, no one except Houtu would think that her smile was beautiful. Even though Xuan Ming was very beautiful, the other members of the Sorcerer Tribe did not dare to get close to her.
"Sigh ~~~"
Di Jiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry at these two troublesome fellows. He sighed and gave Xuan Ming a good look before saying seriously,""Brothers and sisters, as I said before, for the development of the Sorcerer Tribe, I, Emperor Jiang, have no choice but to bring everyone here to discuss how to deal with the Demon Tribe.”
" Kill them!!!"
Zhurong interrupted.
“..”Emperor Jiang clenched his fists and had the urge to explode.
" Cough cough!!"
Xuan Ming coughed unhappily. Zhurong looked at Emperor Jiang, whose face was dark, and realized that it had said something wrong. So, it stopped talking and glared at Gonggong, who was laughing secretly.
Gong Gong didn't restrain himself at all, with an expression that said,"Come and hit me if you dare."
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