He had fought against Ancestor Minghe outside the Zixiao Palace and sent a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal flying with a punch from Mount Buzhou. His reputation as a ruthless man had spread like wildfire in Untainted Land.
Everyone was genuinely terrified of this mighty figure who had suddenly appeared in the Wilderness.
Xuan Qing's appearance meant that the original balance of the Primordial World had been broken.
However, they might not know that if it wasn't for Xuan Qing, there would still be the Three Pure Ones. Wouldn't they still be pressed to the ground and rubbed by the Three Pure Ones? What difference would there be?
If it was Xuan Qing, she might be gentler.
If Heavenly Lord Yuanshi was still alive, would he reason with you?
All in all, while Xuan Qing was cultivating in Mount Kunlun, all the forces in Untainted Land were discussing how to deal with her.
Mount Buzhou, Pangu Shrine.
Twelve Ancestor Sorcerers gathered together.
The Ancestral Wizard of Gold, Rushou, had the face of a human and the body of a tiger. He was covered in golden scales and stood on two golden dragons. Wings grew on his shoulders.
Ancestor of Wood, Goumang. His entire body was green in color. He had a bird's face and a human body. He stood on two green dragons.
The Ancestor of Water Sorcery, Gonggong, had black scales all over his body, a python head and a human body. He stood on two black dragons and had a green python wrapped around his hands. He was good at manipulating the water in the Chaos.
The Ancestral Wizard of Fire, Zhurong, had red scales all over its body. It had the head of a beast and the body of a human. There were two snakes in its ears and two fire dragons under its feet.
The Ancestor of Sorcery of Earth, Houtu, had a human body and a snake's tail. When the Sorcerer Tribe was completely destroyed, she turned into reincarnation and created the Netherworld.
The Ancestor of Wind, Tianhao, had eight heads, a human face, a tiger body, and ten tails.
[Ancestral Wizard of Rain: Dark Mysterious, Bone Thorns, Giant Beast.]
The Ancestral Wizard of Thunder, Qiang Liang, had the head of a tiger and the body of a human. He had two yellow snakes.
Ancestral Wizard of Lightning: Xi Zi, with a human face and a bird body, two green snakes hanging from his ears, and two red snakes in his hands.
The Ancestral Wizard of Spatial Speed, Dijiang, had a human face and a bird body. He had four wings on his back and six jagged claws. He was extremely fast.
The Ancestral Wizard of Time, Candle Dragon, had a human face and a snake body. He was thousands of miles long and was in charge of the operation of the sun and moon.
The ancestor of the weather: She Bi Shi, with a human head and a beast body, wearing two green snakes in his ears, in charge of the weather, also known as Hanba.
Originally, everyone was running their own tribes, but because of one person, they gathered together.
"Houtu, you're saying that Xuan Qing has become the Sage's eldest disciple!”
Many Ancestors of Sorcery exclaimed. Before this, they had thought that at least one of the disciples of the Sages would be Donghuang and Dijun, and it was not impossible for them to be the eldest disciple.
However, unexpectedly, the person who finally became Hongjun's first disciple was the unknown Xuan Qing who suddenly rose above him.
A brilliant feat.
Houtu nodded." This person occupied three purple praying mats by himself. The Sage didn't even react. It's enough to show how much the Sage values him."”
"What's the big deal about occupying a few praying mats? If it weren't for you being so slow, I could have occupied all six praying mats!”
Di Jiang, who was picking his nose, didn't care.
His speed was not much different from Kun Peng's. If Houtu hadn't said that he needed to be more dignified to meet the Sage, he would have arrived before anyone else.
"The person who was slapped out of the Purple Cloud Palace by a Saint has no right to speak.”
Houtu ridiculed mercilessly.
Snoring in the Purple Cloud Palace was really enough.
Do you know what's going on outside? They said that our Sorcerer Tribe is a bunch of boors who don't know manners, and the Demon Tribe used this to mock them.
"Yayaya! That damned Daoist priest really angered me to death." " You!" Emperor Jiang was furious when he heard that he had been beaten up." And you, Houtu, fight me if you dare!"”
"Who's afraid of who?" Houtu snorted coldly.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery often fought over a disagreement.
It couldn't be helped. This was the so-called fighting race, and their folk customs were simple and honest.
The calm Candle Dragon quickly stopped them. It was not that he did not want to see the two of them fight, but it was more important to discuss Xuan Qing now. If they wanted to fight, they should wait until later.
The Candle Dragon was the master of Mount Zhong. When he opened his eyes, it was day, and when he closed his eyes, it was night. When he breathed in, it was winter, and when he breathed out, it was scorching.
It was night in the Primordial World. The Candle Dragon closed his eyes and said,
"Enough, I'm just sleeping in the Purple Cloud Palace. It's no big deal. It's not like the Father is teaching."
The Wu clan only respected their father, Pangu, and did not respect the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun.
"Is the Xuan Qing you're talking about powerful?" Xuan Ming asked faintly.”
"He taught Ancestor Netherworld a lesson outside the Purple Cloud Palace.”
Houtu was the youngest and the last to transform, but her personality was much more stable than her elder brother, Emperor Jiang.
He told everyone how Xuan Qing had defeated Ancestor Minghe.
"Tsk, it's just a mere Ancestor Netherworld River. I can go.”
Emperor Jiang said sulkily.
Houtu couldn't help but glance at Emperor Jiang.
You still have the face to say that?
Back then, Emperor Jiang had gone to the Netherworld Blood Sea and fought with Ancestor Netherworld River at the edge of the blood sea. A few of his scales were cut off by the Yuantu Abi Sword.
The whole world knew that Ancestor Minghe had the support of the venue magic in the Netherworld Blood Sea and was almost invincible near the Netherworld Blood Sea. Only Emperor Jiang insisted on challenging Minghe.
He even argued that he was careless when he suffered a loss.
The Thunder Ancestor, Qiang Liang, laughed and said,""Then, this person fought with East Royal Dijun for the gourd on Mount Buzhou. He is definitely not weak.”
Hearing this, Emperor Jiang had nothing to say.
Even if he were to do it, he would not be able to do anything to Donghuang Taiyi. The Bell of Chaos in Donghuang's hand was simply a scoundrel. It could seal space and negate the advantage of speed that he was most proficient in.
Zhurong, who had the fiercest temper, was overwhelmed with emotions.
"Bullsh * t. What's the use of analyzing before we fight? When I meet Xuan Qing, I will definitely have a good fight with him. I want to burn him to the ground."
Zhurong clenched its fists. The Great Dao of Fire was born in its hands, and it looked like it was quite mature.
The Voodoo Race didn't have a primordial spirit, so they couldn't use treasures. Besides their bodies, they also cultivated the Great Dao.
When the Heavenly Dao was not complete, there was naturally no problem. However, when Hongjun combined the Dao and the Heavenly Dao was complete, walking the Great Dao was a dead end.
However, the Wu Clan followed their father, Pangu. Pangu proved his Dao with his strength and shocked the primordial. Naturally, they also planned to use nomological laws to vindicate dao and become saints, not taking any other path.
Even if Hongjun imparted the Three Separations Slaying Technique, they would definitely not cultivate it.
However, other than not being able to become a Saint, the benefits of walking the Great Dao were not small. That was that their individual combat strength was many times stronger than those who did not cultivate the Great Dao.
Therefore, there was basically no one who could not win against the Demon Race alone.
Other than Donghuang.
He was the only exception.
Gong Gong mocked Zhurong daily,"You? Can you beat him?"”
"If you're not convinced, come and fight!"
" Alright." The Ancestor of Gold Sorcerer Rushou's gaze was like a knife." If this person dares to harm our Sorcerer Tribe, we will definitely let him know what the true Pangu Clan is!”
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