After saying that, he did not give the two of them a chance to speak and activated the Law of Fire.
In the next moment.
The endless flames formed a monstrous wave of fire.
It surged toward Dijun and the others.
Among them, there were all kinds of flames.
There is Samadhi Fire, Five Samadhi Fire, and Nine Samadhi Fire.
Wherever the flames passed, the space was burned and distorted.
It was as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.
The terrifying heat even evaporated the surrounding spiritual energy.
"Good!"
Putting away the contempt in his heart, Taiyi called out fearlessly.
He wasn't in a hurry to use the Bell of Chaos.
Vast magic power circulated at an extremely fast speed, and a Grand Sun Primordial Fire that blotted out the sky appeared out of thin air.
The scorching temperature was not inferior to Zhurong's flames at all.
Under the control of his mind, he faced the raging fire wave with a bang.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The moment the Grand Sun Primordial Fire came into contact with Zhurong's flames, the temperature in the void rose again.
That exaggerated temperature.
Even if a Perfected Golden Immortal was here, without the protection of a Spiritual Treasure, he would only die miserably on the spot and turn into ashes.
Due to the difference in cultivation level.
After a while.
Zhurong's flames were at a disadvantage.
Seeing this, Zhurong raised its fist and punched Taiyi.
It should be known that the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were not only able to control the laws, but also their physical bodies.
Due to the weakness of the Essence Soul, they focused on cultivating their physical bodies.
As a result, his ability to fight in close quarters could be said to be second to none in the Primordial World.
The palace-sized fist grew bigger and bigger in his pupils, but Taiyi did not panic at all.
With a thought, the Bell of Chaos appeared above his head.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The bell rang, and waves of ripples appeared in the void.
Then, he looked at Zhurong.
The moment the bell rang, the space around him seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand.
The huge resistance caused his speed to slow down.
Taiyi's eyes lit up when he saw this.
Seizing this opportunity, he directly controlled the Bell of Chaos to smash it fiercely.
In an instant, Zhurong staggered.
The true body of the Grand Wizard retreated a million miles.
"Zhurong, don't panic. I'll help you!"
As the voice rang out, Goumang, the Grand Wizard of Water, and Xuan Ming, the Grand Wizard of Ice, rushed forward.
"Shameless!"
Seeing this, Dijun shouted and was about to help.
Unfortunately, he was stopped by Emperor Jiang as soon as he took a step forward.
"Your opponent is me!"
"Since you're courting death, don't blame me for being ruthless!”
Dijun's face was livid.
A supreme-grade Connate spiritual treasure appeared around him.
At the same time, the group of Senior Magi looked for the other members of the Demon Clan.
Fortunately, the rest of the demons scattered across the Primordial Land had arrived.
They would make use of the difference in the number of higher-ups.
The Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals of the Demon Race surrounded a group of Grand Magi.
Basically, every Senior Magus had to face a monster race that was several times their number.
Even so, there were still quite a few left.
Fortunately, Emperor Jun and Taiyi had just broken through to the Late Stage of Sage-to-be, so they couldn't unleash their full strength.
As a result, a few Ancestors of Sorcery turned to others.
For a moment, the Lich and Demon Tribes were in a chaotic battle.
Corpses fell one after another.
Countless drops of blood gradually gathered into a blood-colored lake!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The Bell of Chaos rang.
An earth-shattering aura spread out from East Emperor Taiyi to billions of miles around Buzhou Mountain.
The sun, moon, stars, earth, wind, water, and fire surrounded the body of the bell, and the dazzling light illuminated the heavens.
That terrifying aura that seemed to be able to destroy the heavens and earth caused the hearts of the higher-beings watching to tremble.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
When the Voodoo Race saw this, not only did they not retreat, but their fighting spirit soared even more, and their murderous aura spread for hundreds of millions of miles.
The true body of the Ancestor of Sorcery, which was hundreds of thousands of feet long, was a Great Sorcerer's true body. It stepped on mountains and rivers, and it was like the stars and the moon.
Powerful divine arts rushed out as if they were free!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Waves of air rolled endlessly, and the sounds of fighting resounded throughout half of the Wilderness.
Seeing such a terrifying commotion, the higher-beings watching the battle felt a chill run down their spines.
"This is too terrifying! How could this be the attack power of the early and late Quasi-Sage realm!”
"Hiss! How terrifying! If it were me, I would probably die in one blow.”
"The Wilderness is too dangerous. This Penniless Priest should just go into seclusion.”
"If even their combat strength is so terrifying, then how strong is the Tongtian Saint who hammered them?”
“......”
The war lasted for hundreds of years.
As both sides continued to send in their clansmen, the scales of victory gradually tilted toward the demons.
There was nothing he could do about it. In terms of numbers, there were more than trillions of demon cultivators.
Even if it was one against ten, the Sorcerer Tribe's numbers were still insufficient.
Not to mention, there were also ten Yao Gods and 3,000 Red-Dust Guests.
Although most of them were at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Realm, there were still a very small number of them who had broken through to the early-stage Quasi-Sage Realm.
As such, the remaining Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery could only face them.
Otherwise, a Quasi-Saint Realm mighty figure would be like a tiger entering a flock of sheep when facing a cultivator lower than his own realm.
The lethality caused was absolutely terrifying.
Seeing that the situation was not looking good, Di Jiang's heart trembled and he quickly shouted.
"Brothers, form the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation!”
Before he finished speaking, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery gathered together in tacit understanding.
As his hands moved, he began to form a formation.
In the next moment, their auras merged together, and they were indistinguishable.
If it was just based on his perception, he seemed to have become a person.
At the same time.
The murderous aura between heaven and earth surged wildly, enveloping the entire Sorcerer Tribe.
Soon after, a massive formation with a towering baleful aura was set up.
Its might was comparable to the descent of a Saint.
All of a sudden, it made countless people tremble with fear.
Emperor Jun and Taiyi's pupils constricted.
A bad thought gradually rose in his heart.
"Pangu True Body, condense!"
Following the roar, a shadow that was hundreds of millions of feet in size began to slowly form in the air.
"This is…Pangu's phantom!"
Whether it was the mighty people watching the battle or Dijun Taiyi and the others, they couldn't help but exclaim.
Their expressions showed the shock in their hearts.
Especially the pressure that was comparable to a Saint.
As the phantom condensed, it spread out in all directions.
At this moment, even the Quasi-Sage Almighty could not help but gasp.
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