His primordial spirit scanned the surroundings. You are an expert, and the other party is a weakling. You shouldn't do this either. Otherwise, you will be easily seen through by others, and you won't be able to keep any secrets. This is a great taboo.
The strong could not mess around with the weak, let alone in a situation where they were of equal strength. Now you're comfortable, right? You were beaten until you spat out three liters of old blood, and the Three Pure Ones lost all face, yet you still dare to complain!
Teacher?
If Teacher were to make a move, it would only make you even more embarrassed!!
"Then let's forget about this matter? Do we, the Three Pure Ones, still have any face left?"
The Primordial Heavenly Venerate was very unhappy.
Laozi said with a cold face,
"Endure! In the future, when you meet Xiao Yun, hide from him. When you have enough strength, then go find trouble with him. Otherwise, if you lose face, I won't help you.”
Helping you once caused my Heaven and Earth Black Yellow Pagoda to dim a little. His heart ached extremely.
The next time Primordial Heaven Supreme provoked Xiao Yun, he couldn't be bothered. You should deal with your own matters.
It's true that the Three Pure Ones are one, but you don't know what's good for you. You always go and stir up trouble. Who can always help you clean up your mess?
Clean up the mess?
"I…"
Laozi was determined not to care. Honored Lord of the Origin was so angry that his face turned red. He looked at Tongtian. Tongtian hurriedly closed his eyes and prepared to cultivate. Suddenly, he was so angry that his nostrils were steaming.
This attitude has already made it clear. If you provoke Xiao Yun again, you will bear the consequences yourself. We don't care.
It was fine if they could beat him, but if they couldn't beat him and still provoked him, that would be asking for trouble.
Honored Lord of the Origin hated Xiao Yun to death and began to express his dissatisfaction with Laozi and Tongtian. They were brothers and even fellow disciples, but now they didn't care about my matters!!!
How could they be considered brothers?
They could even be considered fellow disciples?
"Brothers, did you gain anything from your trip to the Purple Cloud Palace? Is the Sage's preaching useful to our Sorcerer Tribe?”
At the foot of Mount Buzhou, in the Pangu Divine Hall, Houtu stopped cultivating and went up to ask when she saw Emperor Jiang and Goumang return.
"Hai, don't mention it."
Emperor Jiang waved his hand and walked to his seat. He rested his chin on his hand and said in a bad mood,
"What's the use? I knew that the Sage had no use at all and even attained Primordial Chaos. It's simply laughable. He said things that I didn't understand and made me doze off.”
The Wu Tribe cultivated their physical bodies, not their primordial spirits. Hongjun's main preacher was to explain the doubts and directions they encountered in their cultivation. It would be strange if the Ancestors of Sorcery could understand them. They had never encountered these things before!
"Is that true?"
Houtu was stunned.
Goumang smiled.
" Little sister, what big brother said is right. It's completely useless. We'll just continue to absorb the baneful aura and cultivate. Who cares if he's a Saint or not? It has nothing to do with us Shamans.”
When he thought of the thousand years Hongjun had been preaching, Emperor Jiang couldn't help but doze off again.
"By the way, nothing major has happened in the clan in recent years, right?”
"No."
Houtu smiled.
"Some of the demons were dissatisfied with us hunting them and rose up to resist. In the end, they were killed by Zhurong before I could arrive.”
His words were filled with regret. How could you do this?
Wait for me, my little sister also wants to spar with them.
“........”
Emperor Jiang opened his mouth and couldn't help but think of the scene when Houtu had lost her temper. He hurriedly coughed and said,
"Then, let's cultivate.”
Last time, Zhurong had angered Houtu, and the two Ancestors of Sorcery had fled into the void and fought fiercely. In the end, even Xuan Ming and Gonggong, who had gone to mediate the fight, had joined in. The fight between the few Ancestors of Sorcery was so exaggerated that those who did not know better would think that they were enemies.
However, this was how the Sorcerer Tribe did things. If there was a problem that could not be solved, then they would just fight. The winner was right, and the loser was wrong. Don't talk about nonsense. A strong fist was a strong principle.
Logically speaking, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery could be considered as twelve siblings. However, one could not believe that the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery could engage in a chaotic battle over a small matter. They would hit each other, punch each other, and comfort each other's internal organs with their feet. That scene…was simply unimaginable to ordinary people.
"On this trip to the Purple Cloud Palace, I met an interesting person. His true form is a Three-legged Golden Crow and he is also a member of the Demon Race.”
"Three-legged Golden Crow?"
Houtu pondered.
"Bullsh * t Three-legged Golden Crow. The Demon Race is the weakest. I can tear him apart!!”
Zhurong opened its eyes and smiled disdainfully.
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