The ashes of some living beings had set an example for countless races in Buzhou Mountain.
No race or mighty figure dared to attack the Martial Divine Tablet.
On the contrary, the cultivation methods and combat skills recorded on these divine tablets aroused their interest even more.
Each of these martial arts cultivation methods and combat skills could lead directly to the Sage-to-be Realm. How could the creatures of the Untainted Land not be excited?
Even Emperor Sky was dumbfounded.
He really did not expect that his casual action could cause such a huge sensation.
In order to learn the techniques on the Divine Monument, many races and living beings did not hesitate to start a war.
The slaughter continued, and corpses littered the ground.
The commotion grew bigger and bigger, and more and more people paid attention to it.
The martial dao fate energy continued to be produced and poured into the ultimate treasure, the Deflecting Blade Shield.
Those great divine arts practitioners standing at the top of the Wilderness also noticed the chaos at the foot of the Heavenly Pillar.
The Three Pure Ones, Goddess Nvywa, Fuxi, Jieyin Zhunti, Zhenyuanzi, and the others all changed their expressions.
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"Ignorant maniac, you even dare to use such an unorthodox technique to embarrass yourself. You deserve to die!”
On Mount Kunlun, Primordial snorted coldly.
His face was filled with disdain.
In his eyes, this physical body technique was far inferior to the primordial spirit technique.
Tongtian could not help but retort,"Second brother's words are not up to standard.”
"There's no order in Dao. It's a great fortune for the Primordial World to be able to reach the Sage-to-be Realm with this martial art!”
Hearing this, Primordial's expression instantly became extremely gloomy.
"Second brother, third brother, there's no need to argue. Let's get down to business first!”
Laozi spoke indifferently, interrupting their argument.
At this moment, Primordial and Tongtian continued to calm down and comprehend the Primordial Purple Qi.
Nothing was more important than becoming a Saint.
At the foot of Mount Buzhou, in the Pangu Divine Hall.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery gathered together.
"Big brother, this martial art is quite similar to the arts of my clan.”
"If it is obtained by the demons, it will be a great disaster for our race!”
The Ancestral Wizard of Time, Candle Dragon, said impatiently,""We have to stop them immediately.”
"Second brother is right, we can't just sit back and do nothing!”
The Space Ancestral Magus Divine General pondered for a moment, then agreed with a solemn expression,""Zhurong, Gonggong, immediately send people to surround and kill those monsters.”
"Yes, sir!"
The Grand Wizard of Fire, Zhurong, and the Grand Wizard of Water, Gonggong, could not help but reply loudly.
There was excitement between his brows.
For a moment, the two tribes of the Sorcerer Tribe sent out tens of millions of warriors, and their murderous aura soared into the sky.
In just a few hundred years, other than those races with Quasi-Sage Almighties, the rest of the races were all exterminated by the Sorcerer Tribe.
The entire foot of Mount Buzhou was covered in corpses and blood.
The leaders of the Demon Clan, Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, were not idle either.
Emperor Sky's martial arts had given them a path that allowed them to fight against the Sorcerer Tribe without using Numinous Treasures.
Why would the Demon Clan willingly give it to the Sorcerer Clan?
Demon Master Kun Peng and Fuxi, the two Sage-to-be, led the ten Demon Sages and billions of demon soldiers to attack Buzhou.
Both sides did not give in.
Under such a tense situation, the 129,600 Divine Martial Tablets at the foot of Mount Buzhou were destroyed.
One-third was occupied by the Sorcerer Tribe, and one-third was occupied by the Demon Tribe.
The remaining one-third would be divided among the various races.
Unknowingly, it had pushed forward the development of martial arts and also brought a lot of luck to Emperor Sky.
The situation was in a stalemate.
On the surface, it was as calm as water, but in reality, it was turbulent.
None of the Quasi-Sages retreated.
Speaking of which, they did not care about martial arts.
This was because one could at most cultivate to the Quasi-Sage realm in martial arts.
But they cared about the future of their race.
A new path could greatly increase the strength of the race.
No one was willing to let go.
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Far away in the chaos, in an ancient Daoist temple.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who had been meditating, could not help but frown.
A new path of martial arts had appeared in the Wilderness, accompanied by the appearance of martial arts treasures and Martial Ancestors, which shocked him!
Even though Dao Ancestor Hongjun no longer relied on luck.
However, the fate of the Primordial World could speed up his Dao Integration.
The appearance of martial arts divided the fate of the immortal path, making Hongjun inevitably a little distressed.
"Forget it, just wait patiently!"
Dao Ancestor Hongjun stared in the direction of Mount Buzhou and took a deep look before entering seclusion again.
The Lich and Demon Tribulations were not over yet, and the Age of Sages was about to arrive.
Once the Heavenly Dao Sage returned, the fate of the immortal path would definitely rise.
How could a mere martial path cause a huge wave without a saint to suppress fate?
Furthermore, Dao Ancestor Hongjun could not change the fact that martial arts had appeared.
Unless he killed Martial Ancestor Huang Tian.
What kind of joke was this? Emperor Sky was the leader of the Destiny Race.
At present, the importance of the leader of the human race was far greater than that of the witch race, the direct bloodline of the Great God Pangu.
One was the rising sun, and the other was the setting sunset.
How could the Heavenly Dao not weigh which was more important?
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