The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery gathered in the Pangu Divine Hall.
They were the eldest, Emperor Jiang, and the Spatial Ancestral Sorcerer.
Goumang, the second son, was the Ancestor of Sorcery of Dongfang Mu.
The third brother, Zhurong, was the Ancestral Wizard of Fire in the south.
The fourth son, Rushou, was the ancestor of gold in the west.
The fifth brother, Gonggong, was the ancestor of water in the north.
The sixth brother, Xuanming, was the Grand Wizard of Rain and Ice.
Old Seven Houtu: The Grand Wizard of the Central Earth.
Old Eight Strong Good: The Wizard of Thunder.
The ninth Candle Dragon was the Grand Wizard of Time.
Old Ten Heavens Wu, the Grand Wizard of Wind.
Eleven times: the ancestor of lightning.
The Twelve Shebi Corpses are the ancestors of poison.
"Third Brother, now that the twelve Ancestors of Sorcery have gathered, we have to show the Demon Race what it means to have the advantage in numbers!”
Emperor Jiang finished.
The twelve of them headed towards the demon territory.
At this moment.
Emperor Jun and Taiyi were heading toward the Divine Hall of Pangu on Mount Buzhou with Xuan Yingxue.
The two groups of people happened to bump into each other on the road.
"Big brother, it's them!"
When Zhurong saw this, the flames on its body soared and lit up an area.
"Oh no, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery have gathered.”
On the demon race's side, everyone's hearts were trembling.
This was the timidity that had been buried in his bones for many years.
This was because the Ancestors of Sorcery were so powerful that it was difficult to deal with one of them, let alone the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
Therefore, many demon monarchs instinctively retreated.
In just a moment, only the ten Monster Kings, Emperor Jun, Taiyi, and Xuan Yingxue were left.
"Hahaha!"
"These bastards are actually so scared!”
Emperor Jiang and the others laughed.
"Humph, we are the descendants of Pangu, the Lord of Untainted Land. We are merely demons with a lowly bloodline. Why should we not be afraid?”
Xuan Ming snorted coldly.
This was the characteristic of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
He thought that as the son of Pangu, he should be the master of the Primordial World.
"Fei Lian, give me your life!"
Zhurong was furious.
He had suffered a loss in the Feilian territory, so he had to take revenge!
"Zhurong, don't be impudent. How dare you talk so shamelessly in front of my emperor?”
Fei Lian pretended to be calm and pointed at Zhurong.
Actually, he was panicking inside.
If it weren't for Emperor Jun and Taiyi, they would have run away long ago.
"Hmph, just them?"
"If it wasn't for the fact that I was weak, how could I have been defeated?”
Zhurong said disdainfully.
"Back then, it was you guys who fought together, plus you had two top-grade Connate cardinal treasures.
Now that the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery are here, why would they be afraid of you?
"No, no, no, the Demon Emperor I'm talking about is still this one!”
Fei Lian pointed at Xuan Yingxue.
"What?"
Zhurong and the others looked at Xuan Yingxue.
If it weren't for the guidance of the Feilian, they would have really neglected this little child.
After all, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were all big.
Why would he pay attention to a little girl?
"She's a Demon Sovereign?"
Zhurong couldn't believe it, and neither could the other Ancestors of Sorcery.
Moreover…
With the perception of the natural enemies of the Sorcerer and Demon tribes, this little girl was not a demon.
"Little sister, get out of the way. This matter of the demon race has nothing to do with you!”
Houtu was ranked seventh among the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery and was kind-hearted.
Therefore, he spoke.
As for the demons, they were mortal enemies that could not be resolved.
However, the two of them had a good relationship with Nuwa.
However…
Although they knew Nüwa, they didn't know that she had a child, let alone Xuan Ziqing.
Otherwise, when he saw Xuan Yingxue, he would recognize her immediately.
"Humph, I am a demon emperor, how can you say that it has nothing to do with me?”
"How about this? I think your words are quite pleasing to the ears. You Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery will apologize to the Demon Race and promise not to eat Demon Race disciples forever.”
Xuan Yingxue said slightly.
"What did you say?"
When Zhurong heard this, the flames on its body soared to a thousand feet tall.
To make them apologize to the demons?
What a humiliation.
"You little brat, you actually don't know what's good for you. Today, I'll let you taste the power of this Ancestor of Sorcery!”
Zhurong had a super bad temper. It directly raised its fist and smashed it at Xuan Yingxue.
The powerful fire attribute aura made Dijun and the others retreat.
As for Xuan Yingxue, she did not move at all.
She took out the Spiritual Treasure of Chaos and the Heaven Raising Rod and struck it down on her face.
Clang--
A crisp voice sounded. Zhurong was dumbfounded.
His mind was spinning, and his head felt like it was about to split open.
Then, before he could react.
Xuan Yingxue swept out with her rod again.
It directly swept Zhurong away.
"Mmmm-"
When the people of the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes saw this, they were dumbstruck.
"What a powerful little girl. Her strength is definitely not that of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.”
Emperor Jiang broke the silence.
"That's right. She's holding a Spiritual Treasure of Chaos!”
Xuan Ming said.
"No wonder the demons dared to look for us. It turns out that they found a backer!”
The other Ancestors of Sorcery frowned.
" The mighty Demon Emperor! The mighty Demon Emperor!"
Finally, the demons came to their senses and shouted.
They originally thought that this little girl wouldn't have much strength.
However, the attack just now had directly stunned them.
However…
There were twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, and it was still unknown who would win the final victory.
"Damned child, how dare you sneak attack me!”
A moment later.
Zhurong ran back from a thousand miles away.
It released powerful flames that wrapped around Xuan Yingxue.
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