This sword could injure the physical body of an Ancestral Sorcerer!
"This is the Wu-Slaughtering Sword that you forged by slaughtering humans?”
The Candle Dragon looked at Dijun angrily.
"That's right. This sword was specially forged for your Shaman Tribe. Today, I'll let you have a taste of its power!”
Emperor Jun laughed out loud when he saw that he had injured the Ancestor of Sorcery, Candle Dragon, with one sword strike.
"Mixed Hair Bird, if you think you can suppress us like this, I think you're dreaming!”
The Candle Dragon roared angrily.
Following that, the time law was activated. The wounds on his body actually began to heal rapidly miraculously.
In an instant.
The two sides fought again.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The battle lasted for an unknown number of days, and the land was covered with rivers of blood formed by the death of the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes.
"Kacha!"
Under the joint efforts of the three Ancestors of Sorcery, the defense of the River Map and the Book of Luo in Emperor Jun's hand was almost broken.
The Wu-Slaying Sword in his hand was even flipped over.
"Not good! This Wu-Slaying Sword had not been completely refined, so it was a little strenuous to use it to deal with this shaman!”
Dijun was annoyed.
The power of the laws of the Ancestral Magi was extremely powerful. The Wu-Slaying Sword was originally able to suppress their laws and powerful bloodlines and bodies.
However, the Wu-killing Sword was only a semi-finished product. It was impossible to completely suppress the other party.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Looking at the Wu Tribe members falling from the battlefield, Emperor Jun's face turned dark.
With their powerful bodies, the Sorcerer Tribe had an advantage in battle.
Boom!
On the other side, under the relentless attacks of the five Ancestors of Sorcery, Donghuang finally broke through the suppression of the Bell of Chaos.
"Big brother, set up the formation!"
Donghuang panicked and shouted at Dijun.
Looking at Emperor Jun, he was also struggling under the attacks of several Ancestors of Sorcery.
He had underestimated the strength of the Sorcerer Tribe. Although these guys could not use any magic treasures, he would only know when they fought.
These people's bodies were their Dharma treasures!
The formation that Donghuang was talking about was naturally the supreme formation of the Demon Tribe, the Heavenly Stars Formation, which Emperor Jun had deduced from the He Tu and Luo Shu.
After hesitating for a long time, the Sorcerer Tribe had already gained the upper hand, and the Demon Tribe was about to be defeated.
Emperor Jun's face stiffened. He shouted at the Demon Tribe in the world," Retreat!!”
He had his own considerations. The Sorcerer Tribe was a group of people who would fight to the end.
However, he didn't want to fight them to the end here. Setting up the Heavenly Cycle Stars Formation meant that they were going to use their last trump card.
Moreover, he knew that the Sorcerer Tribe had their trump cards. If they revealed their trump cards first, wouldn't they lose the initiative first?
Crash! Crash!
Even though Donghuang was a little angry, he still listened to his brother Dijun.
Then, hundreds of billions of demons on the battlefield began to retreat.
"You want to leave? How can it be that easy?"
Zhurong and the other Ancestors of Sorcery shouted.
Now that they had the upper hand, how could they let them go so easily?
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
The Voodoo Race shouted and began to pursue the Demon Race.
The demons shouted as they fled, looking extremely miserable.
If the demons wanted to escape, the Sorcerer Tribe naturally could not stop them. They could only try their best to collect some interest.
Donghuang Dijun and the others slipped away in a flash.
He looked at the retreating demons.
The Voodoo Race couldn't help but shout from behind them,"
" East Royal Dijun Mixed Hair Bird!!"
"Are the demons all ball-less fellows?!!”
This sound shook the entire Desolate Land.
On this day, the Demon Race had lost all face in the entire Untainted Land.
The Demon Clan, known as the two great clans of the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan, had actually been killed by the Sorcerer Clan.
Donghuang Dijun and the others looked even worse.
In the Demon Heavenly Court.
"Big brother, why did you retreat? You want me to kill those arrogant Shamans!”
Donghuang shouted angrily.
In this battle, the Demon Tribe had lost all their face. The Demon Tribe had become a veritable " fleeing tribe " in the Untainted Land.
It was impossible for Donghuang to not have any resentment towards his elder brother, Dijun.
"Donghuang, don't panic about this matter for the time being. We still need to think about it carefully! We can't act on impulse. The Wu Tribe has twelve Ancestors of Sorcery while we only have the Kun Peng Military Advisor. It's not easy for us to defeat them!”
Dijun quickly comforted Donghuang.
After he said this, Donghuang's mood improved slightly.
"But what should we do now?"
After a long time, Donghuang sighed.
After this battle, he realized that the twelve barbarians of the Sorcerer Tribe were not easy to bully.
There were only three Sage-to-be Almighties and Demon Master Kun Peng in the Demon Race. They were indeed powerless against the twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
They were completely unprepared for this sudden battle, and their defeat was within their expectations.
"It's a pity that Saint Nuwa can't help us!”
If Goddess Nüwa had helped the Demon Tribe, they would not have been afraid of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
"Donghuang, the heart of a saint cannot be measured. Saint Nuwa is not someone you and I can discuss.”
Emperor Jun quickly reminded Donghuang that it would not be good if he offended Goddess Nvywa because of this.
"Big brother, what should we do now?"
Donghuang said indignantly. This battle could be said to be the most aggrieved one he had ever experienced since he was born.
"Brother, don't be anxious. Let me deduce it!”
Emperor Jun then took out his River Map and Luo Book, closed his eyes and started to deduce.
After a long time, the River Map and the Book of Luo emitted bursts of light.
"Puff!"
Dijun suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence.
"Big brother, what's wrong?"
Donghuang hurriedly stepped forward.
Emperor Jun said with a pale face," Ten thousand years later, the Demon Tribe will face a great tribulation. This tribulation is most likely the Wu Tribe!”
"What should we do?"
His words, coupled with his defeat against the Sorcerer Tribe, made the faces of Donghuang and the others turn grave.
Emperor Jun opened his eyes and said," Don't panic. It's not that we don't have a solution. There are only two ways to go now!”
"Which two?"
Donghuang, Kun Peng and the others asked in unison.
"The first path is to go to shaman!"
Emperor Jun stood up, looked at the distant Untainted Land and said,"
"Why did you and I lose today? It's because the Sorcerer Tribe has twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, all of whom are extremely powerful. Today, although my brother Donghuang and I can fight two or three Ancestors of Sorcery alone, if they all join the battle, we will be powerless. If you can take out two-tenths of their Ancestors of Sorcery, it will be much easier for us to fight them.”
Donghuang and the others felt that it was indeed reasonable. Although he could resist five Ancestors of Sorcery with the Bell of Chaos today, he would still be defeated if the other party went all out.
"However, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were originally one. How can we get rid of two-tenths of them?”
Donghuang Kunpeng and the others were worried.
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