"Gonggong, do your best!"
"Come on, we're about to collide!"
Above the clouds, the four idiots clenched their fists and cheered.
Gonggong, who was below, carried Zhurong and crashed straight towards the west.
His speed was getting faster and faster!
After running for an unknown distance, they arrived at the foot of Mount Buzhou.
Then, he slammed into it.
"Good! Good hit!"
Jieyin, Zhunti, Emperor Jun, and Taiyi cheered excitedly.
It would be strange if Gonggong and Zhurong didn't die from this collision.
However…
"Why didn't you make a sound?" Taiyi asked.
"Yeah, with such a long distance and such a fast speed, coupled with the iron head of the Ancestral Wizard, there was no sound when it collided with Buzhou Mountain?”
Dijun was also dumbfounded.
Jieyin Zhun Ti hurriedly looked over.
"F * ck, that's Grand Supreme Fellow Daoist's Wind and Fire Praying Mat!”
"They hit the futon!"
Zhunti had the urge to curse.
When did I get involved?
"What is it? Damn the Three Pure Ones, not only did they lose my Sun Star, they even helped the Sorcerer Tribe?”
"Good, very good!"
"Tai Yi, let's go!"
Emperor Jun gritted his teeth and left with Taiyi.
Previously on the Sun Star, the Three Pure Ones had pretended to stand on their side.
Now, seeing that the Demon Race was weak, he actually thought of the Sorcerer Race?
Therefore, he had to take revenge!
In fact, Laozi didn't expect Ye Qing to take his Wind and Fire Meditation mats to divert trouble.
This was the so-called person sitting at home, the pot came from the sky.
Without a doubt, I'll take the blame this time.
If I carry it, it means that the Three Pure Ones carry it.
Therefore, Emperor Jun hated the Three Pure Ones even more.
After Emperor Jun and Taiyi left, Jieyin and Zhunti did not dare to stay.
After all, it was disgraceful to incite internal strife, so he quickly left on a cloud.
Mount Buzhou.
Gonggong was still hugging Zhurong. If it weren't for their fierce looks, he would have thought that the two of them had that kind of relationship.
She hugged him so tightly that she couldn't even separate from him.
However, Gonggong was also dumbfounded.
Didn't I crash into a mountain? Why was it so soft? Did Buzhou Mountain become a girl?
He opened his eyes to take a look?
"What is this?"
"It's pitch black, and it smells like fart.”
Gonggong wanted to vomit.
Zhurong took the opportunity to break free from Gonggong's embrace, and the two of them returned to their original forms.
He was ready to fight again.
Suddenly, a figure stood in front of them.
"Why are you still hitting me? Your mother is calling you home for dinner!”
After Ye Qing finished speaking, he threw out two slaps, knocking the two of them to the ground.
It was also good for them to wake up!
"F * ck your grandmother. That turtle bastard dared to hit me?”
"F * ck you, who's the one who ambushed you?”
Ancestral Magi were just like this. No matter how big the world was, it was not as big as them!
Zhurong and Gonggong got up and waved their fists, preparing to attack Ye Qing.
However, when they saw Ye Qing's appearance, the two idiots were dumbfounded.
"Master Wu?"
"Zhurong!"
"Gonggong!"
"Greetings, Master Wu!"
The two of them became obedient and behaved like babies in front of Ye Qing.
This was one thing subduing another.
"Why are you still fighting?" Ye Qing asked.
"Cough cough! Master Wu, we brothers are just playing!”
Zhurong and Gonggong immediately put their arms around each other's shoulders, as if they were brothers.
"Oh right, Master Wu, did you see who attacked us just now?”
Gong Gong asked without thinking.
"What do you think?"
Ye Qing raised his palm.
"Ugh! We understand, we understand. It was Master Wu who did it. Master Wu is right to teach us a lesson!”
The two of them understood. With a wave of his hand, they were sent flying.
So it was Ye Qing. That was a Saint.
"But what is that thing? Why is there a stench?"
The Voodoo Race did not respect the heavens and the earth, nor did they respect the saints. Therefore, the aura left behind by the saints was stinky!
Of course, Ye Qing was an exception.
"This is called the Wind and Fire Praying Mat, the magic treasure I used to meditate!”
Ye Qing waved his hand, and the Wind and Fire Praying Mat shrank from its original size and landed in his hand.
"What? That old man sat on it? I-retch!"
The two of them vomited crazily while facing the cliff.
Then, Ye Qing brought him back to the Ancestral Sorcerer Palace.
"Aren't you guys stupid? He didn't even know that he was provoked by Jieyin and Zhun Ti, and he even fought to death!”
Ye Qing reprimanded.
"What is it? So it was those two fellows who did this?"
"I'll tear him apart!"
Zhurong and Gonggong stood up at the same time.
After all this time, he had been plotted against?
The Ancestral Magus could not tolerate this. They had a grudge and would take revenge immediately.
"You're courting death! Get back here!"
Ye Qing shouted.
Although Jieyin and Zhunti were not good people, they were also Sages now.
How could the two Ancestors of Sorcery defeat him?
"Hmph, if you're afraid of death, you're not a member of the Sorcerer Tribe!”
The two of them looked as if they would not turn back until they hit the south wall.
"Fine, you want to die, right? From now on, you're no longer members of the Sorcerer Tribe! Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me!"
Ye Qing was depressed.
The Grand Wizard was so simple-minded that he was not bragging.
He was a top student after all. Why did he end up with these guys after transmigrating?
However, he didn't mean to ignore them.
Otherwise, if the Sorcerer Tribe was finished, he would be finished as well.
"Don't, don't!"
Hearing this, the two of them immediately returned and knelt in front of Ye Qing like children who had made a mistake.
The Sorcerer Tribe was a well-known name that shook the Wilderness.
They were proud of the Sorcerer Tribe, but Ye Qing wanted to expel them from the Sorcerer Tribe. This was worse than death.
"Master Wu, we were wrong. We will listen to your orders in the future!”
Zhurong and Gonggong said.
"Truth?"
"To be honest, we can use the power of the Pangu God. If what we say is false, we are not worthy of being the son of the Pangu God!”
Ye Qing really believed him.
Pangu was their faith.
"Alright, let the rest of the ten Ancestors of Sorcery and the other Grand Sorcerers return to the Ancestral Sorcerer Palace to cultivate in seclusion!”
Ye Qing thought that as long as these big shots returned, the rest of the Sorcerer Tribe would not cause any trouble.
Now that the Demon Tribe had retreated and the Human Tribe had Fuxi to protect them, the entire Untainted Land would be peaceful for a while.
However…
Ye Qing suddenly asked a very important question.
Gonggong and Zhurong stopped fighting.
Then who would be the one to anger Buzhou Mountain?
If the heavenly pillar does not jump, the sky does not break the hole, how can Nvywa mend the sky and establish merit?
Rubbing his temples, Ye Qing felt that this was a troublesome matter!
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