In the sky above the Sorcerer Tribe's ancestral land.
Emperor Jiang, Zhurong, and Gonggong, the three Ancestors of Sorcery, joined forces to suppress Minghe.
However…
No matter how much their supernatural powers exploded, they could not completely destroy the Netherworld River.
The other party's blood shadow seemed endless and mysterious.
He had actually blocked several attacks from the three Ancestors of Sorcery.
Minghe could tell that the three Ancestors of Sorcery were much stronger than him.
However, because he only cultivated his body and divine arts, he couldn't destroy his Blood God. He immediately laughed cruelly.
"All of you claim to have the true Pangu bloodline, but you don't know that I'm the true Pangu bloodline!”
"Hehehe, today I'll feed you to my Blood God.”
"Perfect!"
Seeing that the three Ancestors of Sorcery were unable to take him down for the time being.
Daoist Minghe sneered and released nearly a thousand Clones of Blood God.
The thousand Clones of Blood God were all shapeless blood-red figures.
Fire could not be extinguished, and water could not be drowned. Even the spatial tearing power of the Emperor River could not do anything to this strange Blood God.
At this moment, nearly a thousand Clones of Blood God were released by the Netherworld River.
As if the Primordial Demon God was alive, he ferociously rushed towards the three Ancestors of Sorcery.
"You little ghost, you dare to be impudent in front of our Shaman Race!”
Gonggong had a violent temper. After hearing Minghe's arrogant words, he became angry and anxious.
However, his powerful physical body god art couldn't destroy Blood God.
At this moment.
But he heard-
Thump!
Amidst the ringing of the bell.
The world became peaceful, and the earth, water, wind, and fire were all suppressed.
Not to mention the tiny Blood God.
The invisible bell ripples slowly spread over and crushed Blood God into nothingness.
Minghe, who had been sneering, suddenly turned pale with fright and realized that something was wrong.
However, before he could do anything.
Thump!
The second Chaos Bell rang again, and cracks appeared in the void.
Thousands of Clones of Blood God were annihilated in an instant.
Daoist Minghe screamed and his body turned into ashes, leaving behind a stinky skin.
It looked as if he had been killed by the sound of the bell.
However, the three Ancestors of Sorcery did not relax at all.
Instead, he looked at the source of the bell with even more caution.
He saw two handsome men in golden Daoist robes leisurely walking over on clouds.
"Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun.”
When Emperor Jiang saw the two of them, he smiled and cupped his hands. However, he was still vigilant.
Before the first lecture in the Purple Cloud Palace.
They had seen the overbearing behavior of these two brothers with their own eyes. Naturally, they would not let down their guard easily.
Seeing the other party's expression, Emperor Jun knew what was going on.
He walked closer and pointed at the stinky skin left by Minghe."
"This scoundrel had a grudge against my brother in the past, and this is why he has come.”
Donghuang Taiyi watched coldly from the side and did not say anything.
"I see."
Emperor Jiang felt relieved when he heard that.
It was fine as long as the other party was not targeting the Sorcerer Tribe.
Soon after.
"Speaking of which, I have to thank you for stopping this thief," Emperor Jun said again.”
"Otherwise, who knows how much effort the two of us would have to put in.”
"You're welcome."
After Emperor Jun took the initiative to give them a way out, the Ancestors of Sorcery were not arrogant and quickly said politely.
For a moment.
The top figures of the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes were actually quite harmonious.
After chatting for a while.
The two groups of people who seemed to be chatting happily actually landed on the ground together.
then
Donghuang Taiyi and his brother not only met the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, but also got to know some outstanding Senior Sorcerers of the Sorcerer Tribe.
He even stayed in the territory of the Sorcerer Tribe for three to four days.
He had just left the Sorcerer Tribe's ancestral land.
After leaving, Donghuang Taiyi looked at Dijun and said,"
" It's indeed as the Bell of Primal Chaos said."
"Those Shamans are indeed not simple. They have a deep foundation.”
Hearing this, Emperor Jun nodded and sighed.
" That's right. Xuan Ming is the strongest among the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, and he's already a Sage-to-be. However, Zhu Rong, Gonggong, and the other Ancestors of Sorcery are comparable to peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals. They'll be comparable to Sage-to-be in just a hundred years.”
"As for us demons, other than you and me, the rest are only mid-stage Perfected Golden Immortals.”
"Besides, the Sorcerer Tribe has the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation!”
At this point.
Dijun couldn't help but look solemn.
"The Shamans are extraordinary, so they naturally have a deep foundation.”
"But you two brothers are already Quasi-Sages, how can ordinary people compare to you?”
"Since the Sorcerer Tribe has the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation, then our Demon Tribe should naturally have a peerless formation to deal with it!”
Seeing this, Wang Fan immediately laughed.
It attracted the attention of Taiyi and Dijun.
"The supreme formation of the demon race?"
Emperor Jun quickly asked Wang Fan with his Divine Sense. He seemed to have sensed something.
Donghuang Taiyi waited quietly.
Wang Fan revealed a smile and said indifferently,
"Although your River Map and Luo Book are not good at attacking, they are top-grade spirit treasures that can calculate heavenly secrets.”
"I suggest that you try to gain some insight from it.”
After hearing Wang Fan's words, Dijun was a little stunned.
There was actually a peerless formation hidden in the River Map and the Book of Luo, which were not of much use other than calculating the heavenly secrets?!
Regarding Wang Fan's words.
Dijun was now convinced.
At this moment, he wished he could return to the Fusang Divine Tree and study the River Map and Luo Book.
Instantly, two streaks of light streaked across the sky.
……
Deep in the Netherworld Blood Sea.
Taoist Minghe, who should have been killed by the Bell of Chaos, slowly appeared here along with a Clone of Blood God.
It did not seem to be injured at all.
However, his cold and stern face was a little too pale at this moment.
"What a Connate Cardinal treasure."
"If I didn't have a backup plan, wouldn't I have been killed on the spot?”
"And the Kun Peng, he actually escaped just like that. Damn it!”
"Thousands of years of cultivation were destroyed in a single day.”
"One day, I will definitely kill all of you! Kill, kill, kill, kill…"
His low voice was filled with hatred.
Minghe's cold expression gradually became extremely vicious.
As his voice faded.
The boundless sea of blood suddenly surged with waves.
In the fragrant Blood Qi, countless souls were carried into Minghe's body.
He had just lost thousands of years of cultivation and magic power.
At this moment, it was actually slowly recovering as the sea of blood continued to surge in.
On the other side.
Kun Peng, who had abandoned the Netherworld River and fled frantically.
He quietly returned to the Sea of Northern Dark.
He originally wanted to join hands with Minghe to search for treasures in Untainted Land.
In the end, after meeting Donghuang Taiyi and his brother, he wanted to follow them and take the opportunity to take revenge.
However, he did not expect to be discovered by the Barbarian Ancestor of Sorcery in his eyes.
Driven by his survival instinct, Kun Peng decisively abandoned the Styx River, which had attracted the firepower of the three Ancestors of Sorcery.
However, the abnormal movement of the Netherworld Blood Sea just now…
Undoubtedly, it told Kunpeng that Minghe, whom he had decisively abandoned, had successfully escaped back.
This trip.
He had offended several forces at the same time.
Thinking of this, the Kun Peng was already regretting so much that his intestines were green.
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