Hearing their questions, Emperor Jun smiled and said," Today, although the Ancestor of Sorcery of the Wu Tribe is powerful, he is indeed simple-minded. We only need to use some tricks to drive a wedge between them. But this is not urgent. We need to think about it carefully."”
"What about the second option?"
Donghuang Kunpeng and the others asked again.
" The second path is the Wu-Slaughtering Sword. The physical laws of the Sorcerer Tribe are extremely powerful. If all of us had cultivated all of the Wu-Slaughtering Swords today and held one in our hands to suppress their bloodline power, we wouldn't be in such a sorry state.”
Dijun said.
"But brother, didn't Saint Nuwa say that we can't invade the Human Tribe for the next ten thousand years? How should I forge this Wu-Slaying Sword?"
Donghuang sighed slightly. The failure to forge the Wu-killing Sword had always been a pain in his heart.
If he had succeeded, why would the demon race have the reputation of a "deserter" today?
Emperor Jun said," This time, the Wu Tribe will not give up so easily. In the next ten thousand years, the Demon Tribe will still be in great danger. If the Wu Tribe comes again, what should we do?"
Besides, thousands of years ago, Goddess Nvywa was just putting on a show for the Dao Ancestor, which was why she had the 10,000-year decree. Now that the Demon Race is in trouble, I'm going to plead for mercy. I don't think she will sit idly by.
Moreover, we won't let her do it herself.”
Then, he turned to Fuxi and said," Brother Fuxi, you are the elder brother of Goddess Nüwa. We will need your help in this matter!”
Fuxi nodded and said," We are both demons. I will help you.”
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As for the Sorcerer Tribe, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had also started an urgent discussion after they returned to the Hall of Pangu.
" Although we defeated the Demon Tribe this time, it was only a narrow victory. The Demon Emperor Emperor Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi of the Demon Tribe were extremely powerful. They could even fight several Ancestors of Sorcery with their supreme treasures. Moreover, they had also won over experts like Kunpeng and Fuxi. If they won over other experts to join them, I'm afraid it would be difficult for us to deal with them!"”
As the elder brother, Emperor Jiang naturally had to think a lot more when he had to plan for the entire Sorcerer Tribe.
He would have noticed how Donghuang had single-handedly stopped the few Ancestors of Sorcery.
"Big brother is right. Fuxi is Goddess Nvywa's elder brother, and Goddess Nvywa herself is a demon. We don't even know if Goddess Nvywa will join the battlefield in the future.”
Houtu also said.
"What should we do?"
The other Ancestors of Sorcery all had grim expressions.
The Grand Wizard Houtu shook his head and told them not to be anxious. Then, he said," Everyone, don't be anxious. Let me predict the good or bad luck of the Wizard Tribe before making a plan.”
Although Houtu was also an Ancestor of Sorcery and did not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, she had learned some special deduction methods according to the inheritance of the Sorcerer Tribe.
Her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and her slender fingers began to calculate.
After a long time.
"Puff!"
Houtu's expression changed greatly, and a trickle of blood flowed out of the corner of her mouth.
"Ten thousand years later, a great calamity will descend upon our Shaman Tribe. This calamity will likely lead to the destruction of our Shaman Tribe!”
Houtu said to everyone solemnly.
" What?!"
When the other Ancestors of Sorcery heard this news, they were all shocked!
The Ancestors of Sorcery could be said to be the strongest race in the Untainted Land. Even the Demon Tribe had just been defeated by them two days ago.
Why would there be a calamity of destruction ten thousand years later?
"Houtu, did you miscalculate?”
The other Ancestors of Sorcery could not believe this fact. It was like telling the richest man in the world that he would go bankrupt in a year.
Anyone would find it unbelievable and even treat you as a fool.
Houtu shook her head and narrowed her eyes." My deduction method is based on the bloodline of our Pangu. The probability of error is basically zero.”
Her explanation made all the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery panic.
Why?
Because how long was ten thousand years in the Primordial Land?
It didn't even take a blink of an eye, but two blinks of an eye.
If what Houtu said was true, then this calamity was already in front of them!
"Houtu, do you know what this calamity is?”
Emperor Jiang and the others asked.
"I don't know the details, but it should be related to the demon race.”
Houtu answered.
"As expected!"
They had actually guessed that it was related to this. After all, the only thing that could threaten them was the demon race.
" 10,000 years," Emperor Jiang muttered." No! 10,000 years was too short. If he didn't know the exact reason, it would be too dangerous!”
"Big brother, what should we do now?"
The other Ancestors of Sorcery asked in unison.
Emperor Jiang frowned slightly. After a while, he said seriously," For now, we can only ask Father Pangu for instructions with the power of our blood essence!”
Although he had asked Father God Pangu to damage their blood essence within a certain period of time, he couldn't care so much now. After all, a great calamity was ahead.
They then came to the main hall of the Hall of Pangu, where they worshipped Father Pangu. There was a huge statue holding the Heaven-Opening Axe on it.
After the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery arrived, they all knelt on the ground.
Whoosh!
The power of each of their blood essence appeared and was offered to the holy elephant. It emitted a bright light. A drop of the blood essence of the Ancestor of Sorcery possessed endless power.
Emperor Jiang bowed piously and said," Father Pangu, our Wu Tribe is going to face a great calamity today. I'm afraid that our tribe will be exterminated. Please show us a chance of survival!!”
The Ancestor of Sorcery also followed Emperor Jiang and bowed to the Pangu Sacred Elephant.
After bowing nine times, the blood essence of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery shone brightly and suddenly flew into the holy elephant and disappeared.
Rumble!
The Pangu Sacred Elephant's eyes shone with a beam of light that pierced through the sky. It flew out of the Pangu Hall and out of the Sorcerer Tribe.
In the eyes of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, it flew up into the sky.
Then, it flickered and turned into a stream of light that disappeared into the distant ground.
"Where is it?"
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery looked in that direction in shock.
That place was not very far from the land of the Sorcerer Tribe.
The direction that Father Pangu had pointed them in was exactly-
Humans!
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