It had to be said that the Golden-Winged Roc's speed was indeed very fast.
Lightning was not enough to describe it.
However, what made Xuan depressed was that he had only flown for a short while when he met a tiger blocking his path.
"Hahaha, Mixed Hair Bird, you finally appeared again!”
A voice like a gong suddenly sounded in Xuan's ears.
Very quickly, a brawny, barbaric man rushed out from the side and blocked the path of the Golden-Winged Roc.
"Shamans."
Xuan's eyes moved. From the aura of the other person, he immediately discovered that the barbaric man who had suddenly appeared was a shaman. His realm wasn't low, either. He was at the Great Circle of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.
However, from the other party's tone, it was obvious that he was here to cause trouble.
Moreover, the term 'mixed feathered bird' sounded like it was referring to the Golden-Winged Great Roc.
"Did you guys have a feud before?"
Xuan asked the roc.
" Master, this is the Shaman Tribe's Great Shaman, Feng Bo. He has been fighting with this subordinate here. Please wait a moment, Master. This subordinate will deal with him right away.”
Xuan understood.
The Witch Race and the Demon Race were not that big of a deal.
"Yes."
Since Peng Yu took the initiative to fight, Xuan nodded and flew to the side.
A Perfected Primordial Unity Golden Immortal Sorcerer was more or less enough to deal with the Golden-Winged Great Roc, a Perfected Golden Immortal.
It was said that the Sorcerer Tribe had powerful combat strength and their bodies were even more powerful. They could fight those of a higher level in the same realm. Now, it was a good time to see.
"Yo, Mixed Hair Bird, I didn't expect you to be someone's mount.”
Count of the Wind's eyes flashed when he saw Xuan suddenly fly out of Yu Peng's body. He then mocked Yu Peng.
Peng Yu had already transformed into his human form. Count of the Wind's words were a slap in the face, causing his expression to turn somewhat unsightly.
Then, without saying a word, he roared and a spear-shaped middle-grade primordial spirit treasure suddenly appeared in his hand. Then, he charged at Count of the Wind.
Then, the two of them fought.
When Peng Yu attacked, it was all kinds of paths, skills, and divine arts. Coupled with the augmentation of the Connate Numinous treasure in his hand, the might when he attacked was naturally extraordinary.
Count of the Wind's battle was much simpler. Every punch and kick was followed by laws.
The Ancestors of Sorcery were born from Pangu's blood essence. Every Ancestor of Sorcery had mastered a Maxim when they were born.
Senior Magi were created from the blood essence of the Ancestors of Magi, so they naturally grasped the corresponding laws of the blood essence of the Ancestors of Magi.
After a period of time, Peng Yu's realm was a level higher in the end, and coupled with the advantage of a Protocosmic spirit-treasure, he was the first to beat Great Shaman Count of the Wind until he vomited blood.
In the next moment, Great Wizard Feng Bo's Wind Law suddenly flashed and he fled.
Xuan was stunned. Wasn't it said that the shamans weren't afraid of death in battle? Why did they run away?
When Great Shaman Count of the Wind escaped, even Peng Yu was stunned for a moment.
Then he looked at Xuan, as if asking if he wanted to chase after him.
"Forget it, there's no need to chase."
Peng Yu naturally didn't have any objections to Xuan's words. He transformed back into the golden-winged roc and carried Xuan towards the East Sea.
……
Great Shaman Feng Bo, on the other hand, was able to breathe a sigh of relief when he realized that no one was chasing after him.
He wasn't seriously injured. He had only realized that the Golden-Winged Roc's realm was higher than his during the battle. In addition, the Golden-Winged Roc had a master, so he had immediately fled.
After that, Count of the Wind simply treated his wounds and returned to the Sorcerer Tribe with a gloomy expression.
"Oh, Uncle Feng, why do you look so unhappy today? What happened?”
When they returned to the tribe, a Senior Magus who was also a Senior Magus asked when he saw Count of the Wind's gloomy face.
"Have the Ancestral Magi come out of seclusion?"
Count of the Wind didn't answer the other party's question. Instead, he asked about the Ancestor of Sorcery.
"No. Sigh, I don't know how long the Ancestors of Sorcery will be in seclusion. Ever since the Ancestor of Sorcery Houtu came back from the Purple Cloud Palace, all the Ancestors of Sorcery have been in seclusion.”
"No?"
Feng Bo didn't care about what the Senior Wizard said. He just muttered to himself when he heard that all the Ancestors of Sorcery were still in seclusion.
However, at this moment, in the center of the entire Sorcerer Tribe.
An extremely powerful aura suddenly rose. Even Feng Bo, who had already reached the perfected Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm, felt waves of pressure.
However, this situation made Feng Bo's face reveal a trace of joy.
"Has the Grand Wizard broken through?"
As soon as Count of the Wind finished speaking, another powerful aura rose from the center of the Sorcerer Tribe.
Following that, a chain reaction seemed to occur. Powerful auras continuously emitted from the center of the tribe.
Exactly twelve, no more, no less.
Soon, all the Senior Magi in the tribe hurried to the center of the tribe, where the divine hall of Pan Gu was located.
By the time Count of the Wind arrived at the entrance of the Pan Gu Divine Hall, almost all the Senior Magi in the tribe had arrived.
Chiyou, Kuafu, Xingtian, Houyi, Rain Master, and all the other Senior Magi were delighted.
At this moment, the door of the Pangu Divine Hall opened.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery also walked out excitedly.
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