At this moment.
Sky Shaman said.
The entire Hall of Pangu was silent!
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were truly shocked by Sky Shaman's Three Separations Technique!
Although they did not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, it did not mean that the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery did not understand.
"Little Tian, your talent is really rare in the world!”
The Candle Dragon couldn't help but praise.
He was the most intelligent existence among the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
He had the deepest understanding of the Dao of Slaying Three Corpses that Sky Shaman had mentioned.
Houtu touched her bulging belly proudly.
He looked at Emperor Jiang, then at Zhurong and Gonggong. He smiled and said,""Third brother, fifth brother, Little Tian said that you two should stay behind to guard the door.”
"Agreed."
Emperor Jiang looked at Zhurong and Gonggong and said,""This time, we're not here, so you can fight as much as you want.”
Zhurong and Gonggong said in unison, which was rare,""Don't!"
Gonggong rolled his eyes at Zhurong and said,"I promise to ignore him in the future."”
Zhurong then said,"I'm willing to talk to you!"”
Emperor Jiang and the other Ancestors of Sorcery shook their heads with a bitter smile as they looked at the two of them who were naturally incompatible with each other.
Then, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery arranged the Senior Sorcerers in their tribes.
Set off for the Purple Cloud Palace.
Emperor Jiang used the space law origin and speed law origin divine power.
Spatial Overlapping!
Ten million miles in one breath!
Spatial light shadows appeared one after another.
Space travel.
A light shadow.
In a breath,
Tens of millions of miles!
This was the Divine Sense formed by the Origin of the Great Ways of Speed and Space.
In the Primordial World.
However, in terms of speed, only the Kun Peng could barely match the God River.
However, even with Emperor Jiang's speed…
It took him more than a hundred years to reach the 33rd Layer of Heaven.
As for the so-called chaotic squall, chaotic reverse flow, and chaotic stone flow beyond the 33 heavens…Wait, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery passed easily.
He didn't even use any divine abilities.
He had easily passed through it with just his physical strength.
Inside Houtu's belly, Wu Tian sized up the Purple Cloud Palace before him.
Multicolored light filled the sky.
Golden lotuses appeared.
Dao runes condensed, and immortal sounds were faint.
The 11 Ancestors of Sorcery stepped into the Purple Cloud Palace, protecting Houtu, or more accurately, protecting the still-unborn Wu Tian.
They entered the Purple Cloud Palace.
Sky Shaman saw the six praying mats immediately.
No, wait…
The first thing he saw was four figures sitting on the four futons in the front row.
The first futon.
He was wearing a green robe, had white hair, and looked like an immortal. He held a horsetail whisk.
He looked like a carefree Daoist who stood aloof from the world.
The second futon.
He was wearing a white robe and had an arrogant expression. He sat with his eyes closed, and the three treasures were as he wished.
He was a Taoist with eyes that were above his head and everything else.
The third praying mat.
He wore a green robe, raised his eyebrows, and placed the green sword in front of him.
The fourth praying mat.
She was dressed in a white dress and had a peerless appearance.
Although her beautiful eyes were closed, her temperament did not decrease!
Her beauty was so beautiful that no living being in the world dared to look at her for a second time.
She was afraid that if she took another look, this beauty would disappear.
In the Untainted Land, in the Purple Cloud Palace, sitting on a futon and having such a face, Wu Tian naturally guessed her identity.
Nuwa!
As for the first three futons, they were naturally the Three Pristine Ones of Kunlun Mountain.
Behind Nuwa was a male Immortal with an imposing appearance.
His identity was easy to guess.
Naturally, it was Nuwa's elder brother, Fuxi.
At this moment, there were only five Xiantian lifeforms in the Purple Cloud Palace.
They naturally saw the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
They were all a little surprised.
In the Primordial World, all Xiantian lifeforms had heard of each other's Dharmakaya names even though they had never met each other before.
How could the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Fuxi not have heard of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery?
When they saw the twelve figures and combined them with the rumors, they immediately guessed the identity of the twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
So he was surprised.
It was because they did not expect the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery to come to the Purple Cloud Palace.
It was no secret that the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery only had incomplete primordial spirits in the Primordial World.
Billions of living beings knew.
The Voodoo Race only cultivated their physical bodies, not their Essence Souls.
Moreover…
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery called themselves Pangu's descendants from the moment they were born.
He did not respect heaven and earth, but only his father, Pangu.
The only authentic Pangu!
Taiqing Laozi only glanced at the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery before looking away.
He still looked calm.
Primordial Origin snorted coldly in his heart.
The Three Pure Ones were also known as the Pangu Orthodox Sect.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery declared to the Primordial World:
The only Pangu orthodoxy.
Pangu's son!
Primordial Origin snorted coldly in his heart, but he did not show it on his face.
Although he was arrogant, he was not stupid.
Now, the Three Pure Ones had provoked the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery…He could only ask for trouble.
Nüwa did not even glance at the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
It seemed that no matter what happened in the Purple Cloud Palace, it would not attract her attention.
Fuxi smiled and nodded at the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
"Old fellow Hongjun is indeed a cunning old fox!”
Seeing the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa sitting on the praying mats, Tian Wu muttered to himself.
It had only been a hundred years since Hongjun Purple Cloud Palace had imparted the Dao to the world.
A hundred years.
Sky Shaman was certain.
In terms of speed, no Xiantian lifeform in the Primordial World was a match for Thearch Jiang.
But now?
The Three Pure Ones sat on the praying mat.
Nuwa sat down on a praying mat.
Fuxi stood behind Nuwa.
What was the reason?
There was only one reason.
Hongjun Heaven and Earth passed down a decree to preach in the Purple Cloud Palace.
However, the order of hearing it would definitely be different.
There was at least a hundred years between the two.
As the only Sage in the Untainted Land, was it difficult for him to do this?
It was too easy!
The six praying mats of the Purple Cloud Palace were destined to be the six saints of the heavens in the future.
Three Pure Ones.
Nuwa.
Therefore, even if Hongyun and Kunpeng sat on the praying mat, they could only sit for a while.
In the end, he still had to give it to the western Jieyin Zhunti.
However, Sky Shaman was not interested in the praying mat at all.
Sitting on the futon meant owing Hongjun a karma.
Furthermore, Tian Wu wanted to walk the path of a Great Dao Saint.
But at this moment.
Ding!" A praying mat has appeared. Rate of return detected. Host, please choose..."
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