Emperor Jiang wasn't afraid of causing a fire that would hurt innocent creatures, but he was afraid that Zhurong would burn his own people to death, or burn a large number of creatures to death, causing the food of the Wu Tribe to decrease. That was all.
After receiving his big brother's compliment, Xuan Ming, who was in a good mood, poured heavy rain in the direction Zhurong left. The fire that could not be extinguished along the way was put out by the heavy rain.
Zhurong, whose heart was almost occupied by anger and almost losing its mind, didn't care how much trouble it would cause. It only wanted to rush to Mount Kunlun as soon as possible and teach the Three Pure Ones a lesson. It would be best if it could kill them.
As for killing the disciple of a Saint, Zhurong had never considered the consequences of a future Saint.
Of course, he did not consider whether he could defeat the other party.
"It's here!"
Above the clouds, Xiao Yun noticed Tianji's red figure flying over quickly. She couldn't help but feel energized. She sat up from her side on the clouds, and so did Nuwa and Fuxi.
Since he had already made the Three Pure Ones uncomfortable, he might as well continue watching.
Otherwise, it would be a loss to offend someone for nothing.
Zhurong, who had returned to the tribe as quickly as possible, looked at the traces left behind by the battle in the tribe, the corpses of its clansmen, and a large number of injured people. Among them were the Senior Magi that it had taken a fancy to. Zhurong was furious. It roared at Mount Kunlun,
"Three Pure Children, quickly come out and accept your death!!!”
He knew his own business.
From the moment the battle started, the Three Pure Ones knew that they would inevitably fight with the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
However, the Three Pure Ones never dreamed that the Grand Wizard Zhurong would start cursing as soon as he arrived, and it was so unpleasant.
One had to know that even Xiao Yun, whom Heavenly Lord Yuanshi hated the most, would not scold the Three Pure Ones like this.
"Pfft ~~~ Cough cough cough!!"
Xiao Yun laughed hysterically, while Fuxi and Nuwa, who were beside him, choked heavily. The spirit wine in their hands instantly lost its fragrance. They were completely frightened by Zhurong.
This was too intrepid. He even used the word 'child'.
Putting aside the fact that the Three Pure Ones were formed by Pangu's Primordial Spirit and the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were formed by Pangu's Blood Essence, no one would be able to accept such words.
"Bastard!"
In the Jade Mirage Palace of Kunlun Mountain, Laozi and Honored Lord of the Origin were so angry that their long white beards were trembling. Tongtian, who was young and handsome, also had a dark face.
For the first time, even the most patient and easy-going father couldn't help but curse. One could imagine how much damage this sentence had on the Three Pure Ones.
Compared to Zhurong, the Three Pure Ones, Xiao Yun's lethality was simply on a different level.
"Three Pure Children, quickly come out and accept your death!!!”
Zhurong seemed to be addicted to cursing. It left the tribe and kept cursing as it approached Mount Kunlun. Its voice was very loud and penetrating, spreading in all directions. Everyone around could hear it.
For a moment, many people in the Wilderness had strange expressions.
One had to know that the Three Pure Ones were the disciples of the Saints now. They were destined to become Saints in the future.
Other than Xiao Yun, who wouldn't respectfully address them as senior brother?
Even if you didn't like them, you wouldn't dare to be too impudent. However, this Zhurong was good. It directly cursed and cursed as hard as it could. It was even afraid that the people around it wouldn't know, so it deliberately raised its voice.
For a time, many people were attracted over and hid in the distance to watch the show.
The outcome of this battle was still unclear, but the Three Pure Ones would definitely have another nickname in the future, Three Pure Ones 'Little Brat.
The Three Pure Ones, who cared about their reputation, were so angry that they almost exploded on the spot. The three brothers glanced at each other in tacit understanding and rushed out of the Jade Mirage Palace.
"Zhurong, why didn't you cultivate properly at Mount Buzhou? How dare you come to Mount Kunlun to cause trouble!!!”
"Cause trouble? Hahaha!"
Zhurong laughed loudly, its voice filled with disdain. At this moment, Zhurong was a flame giant. It stood on the Primordial Land and looked at the Three Pure Ones who were like three little ants from afar. It cursed,
"Three shameless children, I'm not in the tribe, yet you dare to attack my tribe and kill my people. Do you think I, Zhurong, don't exist?”
He kept calling them 'children' as if the Three Pure Ones were the sons of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. Heavenly Lord Yuanshi could not help it.
Among the Three Pure Ones, his temper was already the most fiery. If he continued to tolerate this, would the Three Pure Ones still be able to survive in the Wilderness in the future?
" Courting death!!!"
Cursing people was not Primordial Heaven Supreme's forte. In his anger, he directly attacked Zhurong.
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