Primordial: I created the Demon God version of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery!
15 It injured Zhurong with one arrow. I can’t be that strong.

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Zhurong and Gonggong lowered their heads and looked down at Wang Xuan.

"You're the master of the Dao Pattern Palace? The tattoo on the back of Sister Houtu and Hou Yi was done by you?”

Wang Xuan sensed that Zhurong and Gonggong's attitude and tone were a little unfriendly.

Before he transmigrated, he was a tattoo artist.

There was a saying that went,"Piglet Peppa Pig has tattoos on his body."

All kinds of people came and went to tattoo shops often. Wang Xuan had seen and experienced many things.

Zhurong and Gonggong's attitudes were like hooligans looking for trouble, harboring ill intentions.

He stopped smiling and said coldly," If you two don't want tattoos, please leave.”

"Sister, you're worrying too much. He's just a puny little Golden Immortal while I've eaten countless Golden Immortal demonic beasts.”

"Zhurong, I'll leave him to you. I don't care to attack a Golden Immortal.”

Hou Yi was shocked and hurriedly stood in front of Zhurong and Gonggong.

"Ancestors of Sorcery, Grand Wizard Dijiang has ordered that we cannot offend Senior.”

Zhurong pulled Hou Yi away." We don't need you to say anything.”

Hou Yi blocked Zhurong's path again." I brought you here because you told me you wanted a tattoo, but you actually lied to me.”

Gonggong stepped forward and captured Hou Yi with one move.

"We captured him for the sake of the Sorcerer Tribe.

His tattoos are too mysterious. We must control them.”

"You…Ancestor of Sorcery Houtu will never approve of your actions. You will bring trouble to the Sorcerer Tribe.”

Zhurong ignored Hou Yi's warning and strode towards Wang Xuan.

"Are you going to surrender obediently or suffer a beating?”

Zhurong's tall body suppressed Si Yu.

Wang Xuan did not take a single step back. He stood where he was with a strange expression.

"You've picked the wrong place to capture me.”

Wang Xuan was puzzled.

Why did Zhurong and Gonggong dare to barge into his Dao-pattern Palace and threaten him like Kun Peng?

Didn't they know that the Daomark Palace was his territory?

In the Daomark Palace, Wang Xuan was a supreme saint. He could strike with heavy fists and was not afraid of anyone.

Outside the Daomark Palace…He definitely wouldn't fight the Ancestral Sorcerer or the Perfected Golden Immortal outside the Daomark Palace.

With a thought, Wang Xuan could capture Zhurong and Gonggong.

However, he did not do so.

He wanted to test his strength as a Golden Immortal and try out his various methods.

In any case, his life wasn't in danger in the Daomark Palace.

"You're asking for trouble."

Zhurong stretched out its huge witchcraft fist to grab Wang Xuan.

On his thick arms, there was a long, winding beast-shaped strip that was smeared with demon blood.

Wang Xuan took half a step back and complained in his heart.

"What's that tattoo on Zhurong's arm? Is it a snake?

Could it be a dragon? No way, no way.”

He only took half a step forward, but his figure appeared in the depths of the hall, pulling away from Zhurong.

The Great Dao of Earth!

As long as there was soil, he could appear anywhere in the Wilderness.

"You escaped quite quickly. Let's see where you can escape to.”

Zhurong mocked disdainfully and strode towards Wang Xuan.

In his opinion, those who didn't dare to fight him head-on were cowards.

Wang Xuan stretched out his left arm and mobilized the Celestial Core Power in his body to condense a Celestial Core Power longbow.

Hou Yi, whose mouth was gagged by Gonggong, was stunned.

"This bow is exactly the same as my wizard bow.”

Zhurong was approaching quickly. Wang Xuan quickly pulled the bowstring and shot out an Immortal Essence arrow.

"An arrow condensed from Celestial Core Power that even my Shaman Fire couldn't stop, yet it still dared to shoot at me.”

Zhurong waved its arm, bringing with it a black Wizard Fire that burned towards the arrow.

However, this arrow was a spatial arrow.

The immortal essence arrow flashed with green light and disappeared.

Gong Gong, who was fighting on the side, turned pale with fright and shouted,""Zhurong, retreat quickly."

Gong Gong's voice was not as fast as the arrow.

A spatial arrow suddenly shot out from behind the Wizard Fire and shot into Zhurong's body at lightning speed.

With a bang, the spatial arrow exploded, and spatial fragments flew everywhere, cutting everything in its path.

A bloody hole was instantly blasted out of Zhurong's body, running through its front and back, and blood spurted out.

Huorong stopped in its tracks in a daze, lowered its head, and spat out blood.

This injury was so familiar.

Previously, when he came back from the Purple Cloud Palace, he had suffered the same injury.

"You ambushed me!"

Zhurong pointed at Wang Xuan with a complicated gaze. There was shock and anger.

The spatial fragments were still destroying Zhurong's body. Gonggong hurriedly let go of Hou Yi, protected Zhurong, and carefully left the Dao-pattern Palace.

Hou Yi was shocked by Wang Xuan's Spatial Arrow.

An arrow severely injured the Grand Wizard!

He was too strong!

It was so powerful that it exceeded Hou Yi's imagination.

He compared his Space Arrow to Wang Xuan's and was greatly affected.

The difference in power was like cloud mud.

Seeing Gonggong protect Zhurong and retreat, Hou Yi came back to his senses. He took a few steps and stood in front of the Daomark Palace's door, begging Wang Xuan for mercy.

"Senior, please show mercy. Don't kill Ancestral Magus Zhurong.”

Wang Xuan did not shoot a second arrow.

He was also shocked by the power of his spatial arrow.

"I'm only a Golden Immortal. It's too ridiculous for me to injure the Ancestral Sorcerer with one arrow.

I can't be this strong, could it be…"

He dispersed the immortal essence longbow and asked Hou Yi,""They're not Zhurong and Gonggong, right?

They must be the two wizard soldiers you found, pretending to be the Ancestors of Magic.”

Hou Yi was speechless.

What did he mean?

How did Ancestral Sorcerer Zhurong and Ancestral Sorcerer Gonggong become fake?

Who in the Sorcerer Tribe dared to pretend to be Zhurong or Gonggong?

He did not want to live anymore.

"Senior, they really are Ancestral Sorcerers Zhurong and Gonggong.”

"Are you sure?"

"…I'm sure, definitely, definitely.”

"Strange, Zhurong went easy on us?"

It was impossible for him to go easy and let himself be seriously injured.

Wang Xuan looked at his left hand as if he had encountered a century's problem.

"Senior, I didn't know that the two Ancestors of Sorcery were here to capture you. Ancestor of Sorcery Houtu and Ancestor of Sorcery Dijiang didn't mean to offend you.”

Hou Yi was afraid that Wang Xuan would hate him and the Sorcerer Tribe, so he hurriedly explained.

Wang Xuan's tattoo allowed him to master eight types of Law Arrows. He was very grateful to Wang Xuan.

"It's alright."

Wang Xuan had been through a lot of trouble at tattoo parlors.

"Just now, in order to protect me, you argued with the Ancestral Magi.”

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have listened to them and brought them to the Dao Pattern Palace. Don't worry, senior. I won't make the same mistake again.”

" Please don't." Wang Xuan quickly stopped him." In the future, if the Witch Tribe asks you to get tattoos, you don't have to think too much about it. Bring them all over."”

Not a single potential customer could be exposed.

"By the way, you did a good job defending me just now and even introduced me to a customer. I'll give you a tattoo for free.”

Hou Yi was his first customer. He had given him a five-star rating and even brought Houtu. Wang Xuan had a good impression of Hou Yi.

Giving him a tattoo for free and getting another five-star rating was killing two birds with one stone.

Who knew that Hou Yi would shake his head and refuse.

"Ancestor of Sorcery Houtu said that Senior's tattoo is more precious than a Connate treasure.

I'm currently looking for a Xiantian treasure. I'll ask senior to tattoo it after I find it.”

"You're saying that Ancestor of Sorcery Houtu set a price for my tattoo! A connate treasure tattoo?"

Seeing Hou Yi nod, Wang Xuan rubbed his forehead gloomily.

No wonder the Sorcerer Tribe hadn't come to tattoo for hundreds of years. It was all the fault of Miss Houtu.

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