The Sorcerer Tribe was also involved in this. If there was no war between the Sorcerer Tribe and the Demon Tribe, would the Wu-killing Sword have appeared?
Would the demons kill countless humans to refine the Wu-killing Sword to restrain the Wu Tribe?
Even though the Wu-Slaughtering Sword had contributed greatly to the development of the human race in the future, there were endless killings hidden behind its glory.
What was laughable was that the Wu-killing Sword that the demons had slaughtered countless humans and refined had finally become the Xuanyuan Sword after being blessed with merit. It had even become a divine weapon that the humans used to deal with the Wu Tribe.
"However, are you really going to fight the Lich and not care?”
As the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan, Tai Yi's actions were very strange. He had no intention of attacking. He was either cultivating in seclusion or refining and comprehending the Dharma. It was puzzling to discuss the Dao with them.
Taiyi's expression remained unchanged. He threw all kinds of materials into the Cauldron of Heaven and Earth and said lightly,"
" It's not the right time yet. This is a trial for the great demons and the Demon Tribe. Although the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery are powerful, they sacrificed their blood essence to create the Sorcerer Tribe, which resulted in their strength not improving.”
" But the Demon Tribe is different. We have the advantage in numbers. I believe that the Demon Tribe that has died over the years can be replenished very soon. But the Wu Tribe can't. The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery won't sacrifice their blood essence to create the Wu Tribe again.”
"If we can't even go through a small ordeal, what will happen to the demon race? What was the point of the demons 'existence?”
“........”
Goddess Nvywa was speechless, but she also felt that Taiyi's words were reasonable. It was obvious that the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were not at their strongest at this time.
If the seventy-six great demons of the celestial heavens were still unable to stop the Sorcerer Tribe's attack at this time, they would be too weak. How could they grow without going through tempering?
"Just wait and see. Our Demon Master will definitely send a big gift to the Wu Tribe. I believe that in the future, the person whom the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery hate the most will not be me, East Emperor Taiyi, but Demon Master Kun Peng!!!”
At this point, Taiyi couldn't help but gloat.
The Demon Master Kun Peng was a little problematic. This guy actually dared to run away during the most difficult period of the Demon Race and hide in the North Sea.
In order to prevent such a situation from happening, Taiyi pushed Kunpeng to the peak, leaving him with no way out. He could only stay in the Heavenly Court and become a part of it. He could not erase the mark left by East Emperor Taiyi.
Taiyi was right. Kunpeng, the Demon Master, had indeed given the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery a big gift. He had brought the Nine Neonate and Ghost Chariot Kunpeng along with him to specifically target some tribes of the Wu Tribe and the camps without any Ancestors of Sorcery. In a short period of time, countless people of the Wu Tribe had disappeared from Untainted Land.
By the time the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery realized that something was wrong, it was too late. The Sorcerer Tribe had suffered heavy losses and even lost a few Senior Sorcerers.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were furious when the news was released. How could the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery not be angry when there was only one Great Sorcerer after creating countless Sorcerer Tribes?
As for Kun Peng, he was cunning. As long as his opponent was strong, he would avoid them. If he could take them down, he would attack them without hesitation. Plus, he was extremely powerful. When ordinary Senior Magi met him, Gui Che, and the Nine Neonate, they would be defeated.
For a time, the Sorcerer Tribe had even lost a few Senior Sorcerers.
"Attack! We'll leave quickly!"
Kun Peng was very smart, but he had to walk by the river all the time. How could he not die? Not to mention, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had made a special countermeasure for this matter.
In a seemingly peaceful camp of the Sorcerer Tribe, Xuan Ming's beautiful eyes were about to spew fire. After painstakingly concealing his aura and waiting, the sinister Kun Peng finally appeared.
"Chirp!"
However, to Kun Peng, Nine Neonate, and Gui Che's surprise, an uninvited guest appeared just as the three of them revealed their true forms.
A giant hand grabbed at Kun Peng. The appearance of the hand carried endless pressure and an extremely angry female voice,
"Kun Peng, you shameless scoundrels have made me wait for a long time!!!”
When such a problem occurred, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery would naturally think of a way to deal with it. Hiding in the camp and waiting for the arrival of Kun Peng, Nine Neonate, and Ghost Chariot was the Wu Tribe's last resort.
Fortunately, the wait was fruitful. Kun Peng and the other two took the bait and crashed into the camp where Xuan Ming was. When the three of them revealed their true forms, Xuan Ming appeared.
"Boom!"
The Kun Peng was huge, but the true forms of the twelve Ancestors of Sorcerer were not small either. They were dozens of miles long. The huge palms collided with the wings of the Kun Peng. What was shocking was that the one who suffered was not Xuan Ming, but the Kun Peng.
The Sorcerer Tribe was famous for their powerful bodies. Even though they were two levels stronger than the Mysterious Underworld Being, Kun Peng was no match for the Mysterious Underworld Being in terms of physical strength.
What was even more embarrassing was that the Kun Peng did not have any magic treasures that could hurt the Ancestor of Sorcery.
"Humph!"
Xuan Ming stood proudly between heaven and earth. He pointed his big finger at Kun Peng and said angrily,"You shameless scoundrels, come and die quickly!!!”
Because of the negligence of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, countless clansmen died and became food for Kun Peng, Nine Neonate, and Gui Che. The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery hated these three people to death. Now that they had collided, a great battle was inevitable.
The twelve Ancestors of Sorcery did not cultivate Primordial Spirit, but only their bodies. They absorbed the endless Evil Qi in Untainted Land to enhance their strength. In addition, they had the cultivation methods left by Pangu. Every attack carried a faint aura of the Great Way, which was extremely domineering and arrogant.
"Not good!"
At this moment, they still did not understand what had happened. Kun Peng and the other two could kill themselves with tofu. The three of them realized that they had been ambushed by the Sorcerer Tribe.
However, they only discovered Xuan Ming's aura, which made the three of them heave a sigh of relief. The situation was not too bad.
Xuan Ming stood proudly on the ground and faced the three of them without fear. The terrifying thing was that every attack of hers carried a faint aura of the Great Path, which made the three of them feel very troublesome.
To be honest, this was the first time Kun Peng had fought with the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, so he was not confident.
"Hehe, our demon master has run into some trouble with two great demons.”
In the Heavenly Court, Taiyi suddenly laughed.
Nuwa was stunned. She raised her hand to calculate and sighed."If these three people don't retreat, another Ancestor of Sorcery will come to help. It'll be too late if we don't leave now.”
"Nuwa, I'll be leaving for a while. I'll have to trouble you with the forging.”
After thinking for a while, Taiyi left the Purple Cloud Palace.
Goddess Nvywa shook her head. How could she not know what Taiyi was planning? Looking at the Cauldron of Heaven and Earth, Goddess Nvywa was more or less hesitant, not knowing whether her action was right or wrong.
"Boom!"
In Untainted Land, the earth shook and the mountains shook. The battle between Xuanming and Kunpeng changed the color of the sky and earth.
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