What a joke!
Facing the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, East Emperor Taiyi did not have the slightest desire to fight.
The last time he joined forces with Emperor Jun, they were no match for the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, and that was under the protection of the Eastern Emperor Bell.
If he didn't escape now, when would he?
Whoosh!
Donghuang Taiyi's figure moved rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he was already tens of thousands of miles away.
However, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had already expanded to 120,000 feet tall. They were like twelve pillars that surrounded East Emperor Taiyi.
"Donghuang Taiyi, you can't escape this time!”
Ancestral Magus Dijiang's voice was like a great bell, resounding through the entire world.
"Donghuang Taiyi, hand over the Bell of Primal Chaos, and perhaps I can leave behind a trace of your true spirit, allowing you to be resurrected after a hundred thousand years!”
The Candle Dragon warned.
"Yes, Donghuang Taiyi. Now that Emperor Jun is not here, you will die if you don't know what's good for you!”
Ancestor of Sorcery Qiang Liang said.
The other Ancestors of Sorcery were also ferocious and determined to take down Donghuang Taiyi.
"I was too careless!"
Donghuang Taiyi was not too anxious at this moment, but he was a little regretful.
He didn't expect that he would be discovered by the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery before he could even kill a Senior Sorcerer.
This time, his plan could be said to have completely failed.
"Humph! Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, you think you can stop me?”
Donghuang Tai flipped his hand, and the Eastern Emperor Bell in his hand immediately appeared. It began to spin, enveloping the area around him.
"Haha, do you think you can escape with the Bell of Chaos this time?”
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were not worried at all when they saw Donghuang Taiyi take out the Bell of Chaos. Instead, they were excited.
This was the Father's Bell of Chaos. He could definitely get it back this time.
After all, seven of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had reached the Sage-to-be Realm this time. Their strength had improved a lot compared to the last time.
Bang!
Ancestral Magus Dijiang took a step forward and punched the Bell of Chaos. A loud bang resounded through the sky.
Bang!
The Candle Dragon did not hold back either. He punched out as well, shaking the Bell of Chaos.
"What is it? How, how is this possible!"
At this moment, Donghuang Taiyi, who was hiding inside the Eastern Emperor Bell, was somewhat dumbfounded.
How did the strength of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery increase so much?
The last time he hid in the Bell of the Eastern Emperor, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had attacked him tens of thousands of times before he felt a trace of danger.
But now, just the two attacks from Emperor Jiang and the Candle Dragon had made him feel that the Eastern Emperor Bell was shaking.
If he were to be attacked hundreds or thousands of times, how could he withstand it?
"Kun Peng!"
Donghuang Taiyi didn't dare to delay and shouted.
At this moment, the Kun Peng, who was hiding in the dark, heard Donghuang Taiyi's shout and immediately spread its wings. It turned into a stream of light and wrapped Donghuang Taiyi and the Eastern Emperor Bell up.
"Not good! It's this Kun Peng again!"
The Candle Dragon was shocked when he saw the Kun Peng.
"F * cking Kun Peng, I'm going to skin you alive and eat you!”
Zhurong was also furious. It punched the Kun Peng.
Bang!
Kun Peng staggered from the blow, but he still took Donghuang Taiyi with him and disappeared in front of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery at a speed of 240,000 miles per second.
When the other Ancestors of Sorcery saw this scene, they were all dumbfounded.
Twice, they were actually saved by the Kun Peng, making them return empty-handed.
At this moment, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery's hatred for Kunpeng had risen to the same level as Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.
"If I have the chance next time, I will definitely kill this Kun Peng!”
Ancestral Magus Dijiang said hatefully.
"That's right. The Kun Peng has ruined my plans several times.”
Ancestor of Sorcery Gonggong said angrily.
As for Xian Yi, who was in Gou Ming's cave, he was slightly stunned.
"This…failed again?"
Through Bai Ze's perception, Xian Yi knew everything that happened on the battlefield like the back of his hand.
Seeing Kun Peng appear again, Xian Yi knew that the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were going to fail again. As expected, the Kun Peng ran away with Donghuang Taiyi again.
"Do I have to do it?"
Xian Yi was somewhat speechless.
If it was a failure, it could be attributed to insufficient preparation.
But now, seven of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had become Sage-to-be. Even if the other party had the Eastern Emperor Bell, he could definitely crush Donghuang Taiyi.
But every time, accidents would happen.
It was likely that unless he, the chosen one, made a move, he would not be able to take back the Bell of Chaos.
Fortunately, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery did not reveal their full strength this time. Otherwise, it was hard to say if East Emperor Taiyi would come out again.
But should he make a move?
Xian Yi pondered.
To Xian Yi, staying alive was the most important thing.
However, it was not impossible for him to help the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery take back the Bell of Chaos, as long as it did not affect his own life.
Thinking of this, Xian Yi calculated that the next time he met Donghuang Taiyi and the others, he would probably have to wait for Hongjun's second Dao lecture.
Furthermore, Hongjun's second sermon was on the path of the Quasi-Sage.
If he didn't take back the Bell of Chaos from Donghuang Taiyi by then, it would be even more difficult for him to become a Quasi-Sage.
At present, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery still held an absolute advantage in the entire Primordial World.
After all, none of the other Almighties had become Quasi-Sages yet.
"Hongjun's second lecture is coming soon. It's time for the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery to advance to the Sage-to-be level and comprehend the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation!”
Xian Yi pondered.
It had been less than 2,000 years since Hongjun's second Dao lecture.
He had to let all the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery become Sage-to-be and comprehend the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation in the next one thousand years.
Only the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcerer who had comprehended the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation could contend with the Sages.
At this moment, the furious Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were leading Xing Tian, Chi You, Kuafu, and other Senior Sorcerers to slaughter the Demon Tribe on the Untainted Land.
This time, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were truly enraged.
Failure after failure was intolerable for the Sorcerer Tribe, who fought in the battlefield.
If he did not release this anger, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery would probably be suffocated.
It was also extremely disadvantageous for future cultivation.
For a moment, the demons of the Wilderness were killed and fled. The entire Wilderness was filled with grief.
The territory that the Demon Race had occupied previously was not only completely taken back by the Sorcerer Tribe, but even more than half of the Demon Race's own territory had been lost.
East Emperor Taiyi and Kunpeng, who had fled back to the Demon Tribe's base camp, were also frightened. Then, together with Emperor Jun, they took many Primordial Demons and went into hiding, not daring to show up in the Untainted Land for the time being.
The catastrophe lasted for a full ten years before the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery stopped their slaughter of the Demon Tribe and returned to the Hall of Pangu.
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