"Move aside! I want to see the Grand Wizard, Zhurong!"
The people sent by Zhu Rong Tribe rushed to the Sacred Hall of Pan Gu on Mount Buzhou without stopping. They wanted to enter the Sacred Hall of Pan Gu, but were stopped by two Senior Magi at the door.
"Kid, this is the Pangu Divine Hall. Other than the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, no one is allowed to enter at will.”
Kuafu, the Great Wizard who was in charge of guarding the door, stopped him from entering the divine hall.
" I want to see the Ancestor of Sorcery, Zhurong. I'm from the Zhurong Tribe. The Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain have invaded the tribe, causing countless casualties. Please inform the Ancestor of Sorcery and ask him to return to the tribe to seek justice."”
Something happened!
Voodoo Tribe people wouldn't joke about such things. Kuafu realized that he was in trouble. He nodded to his companion and signaled him to stay here while he entered the divine hall.
Apart from the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, only Senior Sorcerers could come in and inform them when something happened.
Otherwise, the Divine Hall of Pangu would automatically conceal the secrets of heaven and cultivate in seclusion without anyone informing them. The outside world would probably be in chaos, and the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery would not know what was going on.
"What is it?"
Kuafu was a Senior Magus of the Dijiang Tribe. If Kuafu entered the Pangu Divine Hall, it meant that something had happened.
Emperor Jiang opened his eyes and looked at Kuafu.
Kuafu half-knelt on the ground and said respectfully,"
"Ancestral Magus, Zhurong's tribe has been attacked by Daoist Three Purities of Mount Kunlun, and countless of our tribesmen have been killed or injured. We have come to inform you, and we implore you to return to your tribe to deal with this matter.”
The tribe was attacked?
Without an absolute ruler, the Demon Tribe was no match for the Sorcerer Tribe. They could not give the Sorcerer Tribe too much pressure. Naturally, there was no such thing as a tribe being attacked. This was the first time.
The Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain had done a good deed!
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had been in seclusion all year round. They would fight whenever they went out, but that did not mean that they did not know what was happening in the outside world.
There would be Senior Magi who would report to them about what was happening in the outside world at regular intervals.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery all knew that the Three Pure Ones had become the disciples of the Saints and the future Heavenly Saints.
However, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery didn't expect that the Three Pure Ones would directly attack the Zhurong Tribe.
No matter what the reason was, whether it was right or wrong, in short, it was the fault of the Three Pure Ones.
"Bastard, this Three Pure Ones kid is going too far!!!”
Zhurong, who had been cultivating with its eyes closed, suddenly opened its eyes and jumped up. Its body was covered in raging flames as it cursed,
"Does this Three Pure Ones kid think that just because he has become the disciple of a Sage, he thinks that we, the Second Young Master of the Sorcerer Clan, are easy to bully?!”
"Kill them!"
Gonggong looked at Zhurong with an expression that said," If Zhurong can't kill the Three Pure Ones, then you're an Ancestor of Sorcery." Zhurong was so angry that he almost started a fight with Gonggong.
If it weren't for the fact that the current situation wasn't right, Zhurong would definitely fight with Gonggong first.
The other Ancestors of Sorcery also looked at Zhurong with smiles, not thinking that this matter was too big.
"Yes, kill them!"
"Zhurong, I'll wait for your good news.”
To the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, they were not even afraid of the heavens, let alone killing the so-called Three Pure Ones. The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery did not care about the identity of the Heavenly Sage at all.
In their eyes, other than Pangu, everyone else was trash.
"Hmph! Just you wait! After I, Zhurong, take care of the Three Pure Ones, I'll come and fight with you!”
Zhurong said fiercely and rushed out of the Pangu Divine Hall. It revealed its true form and transformed into a flame giant, flying towards Mount Kunlun.
A ferocious beast head, red scales covering its entire body, fire snakes hanging from its ears, and fire dragons stepping on its feet. This was Zhurong's True God.
In fact, among the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, except for Houtu and Xuan Ming, each of the other ten Ancestors of Sorcery was weirder than the other. Their appearances were not much better than those strange demons of the Demon Tribe. However, one could not resist the strong ones, and they were descendants of Pangu.
Among the twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, except for the eldest Emperor Jiang, who had the cultivation base of a peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, the rest were all at the late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.
However, one must not underestimate the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery just because their realms were low. Otherwise, the true form of the Ancestors of Sorcery would appear and beat one to a pulp.
As a result, Zhurong revealed its true form as soon as it rushed out of the Pangu Divine Hall. It was obvious that it was furious and wanted to rush to Mount Kunlun as soon as possible to cause trouble for the Three Pure Ones.
"Why is it me again?"
After Zhurong left, the other Ancestors of Sorcery looked at Xuan Ming, who looked unhappy.
Why do I have to clean up the mess every time Zhurong causes trouble?
"Because little sister is the Ancestral Wizard of Rain, she is the most suitable to suppress the Zhurong Flame.”
The corner of Emperor Jiang's mouth twitched, and he complimented Xuan Ming a little. Xuan Ming then put away the impatience on his face and nodded with satisfaction.
"That's more like it."
It was said that the Three-legged Golden Crow was terrifying. Wherever it went, the Grand Sun Primordial Fire that could not be extinguished would be everywhere. In fact, in terms of flames, Zhurong's flames, as the Ancestor of Fire, were also terrifying.
It wasn't as terrifying as the Grand Sun Primordial Fire, but it wasn't much worse. Zhurong ran out in such a rage. Who knew how many fires it would cause along the way.
After taking the anti-virus oral solution, plus the cephem and crack, he felt like he could fall asleep at any time…
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