Please Save Me, Master Zhou! The Primordial Purple Qi offered with both hands!
In the secondary hall of the Pangu Divine Hall.
The uneasiness in the hearts of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery slowly dissipated.
"What did that guy do inside? Why did it trigger god father's pressure?"
Zhurong had just stood up when it suddenly roared.
As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the others were also somewhat uncomfortable.
Who in the entire Untainted Land could withstand Pangu's pressure?
Even if it was just a wisp, the Ancestors of Sorcery could not bear it.
Not to mention such a majestic force that directly pressed them to the ground!
If this pressure were to flow out of the divine hall, the entire Sorcerer Tribe would probably explode and die because they could not withstand this pressure!
This was simply a disaster!
Fortunately, this pressure was not revealed. Otherwise, the Sorcerer Tribe would not be able to bear the consequences!
Just as Zhurong finished speaking.
Zhou Yuan had also arrived at the secondary hall from the main hall.
Seeing Zhou Yuan appear, Zhurong immediately came in front of Zhou Yuan and pressed its large hand on Zhou Yuan's shoulder.
"Brat, do you know how great of a disaster it would cause if that pressure were to leak out in the ancestral land of our Sorcerer Tribe?!”
"What did you do inside?!”
"Hmm?"
Zhou Yuan frowned slightly when he heard Zhurong's voice.
In the next moment, he also felt the mighty power from Zhurong's palm.
The Sorcerer Tribe lived up to their reputation of having a strong body. Zhurong, who was at the late-stage Quasi-Sage realm, was even more so.
Even if a wisp of his strength was emitted, it was not something that a Heaven Celestial could withstand!
This Zhurong…had the intention to kill?
In an instant, billions of galaxies flowed in Zhou Yuan's primordial eyes as he looked at Zhurong coldly. A killing intent instantly locked onto the Ancestral Sorcerer of Fire.
"I only deduced some things in it. It was really unintentional to trigger Pangu's pressure.”
Zhou Yuan said calmly, which caused Emperor Jiang to smile awkwardly. He walked in front of Zhou Yuan and said slowly,
"Zhou Yuan, Zhurong is just too worried that the children of the Sorcerer Tribe will be implicated. Please don't take offense…"
After all, the Sorcerer Tribe still needed Zhou Yuan to forge their Dao Artifacts.
If Zhou Yuan was angered by Zhurong just like that, he would not recognize anyone after cultivating in the Pangu Divine Hall. Their Sorcerer Race would suffer a huge loss!
However, before Di Jiang could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Zhou Yuan's cold voice.
"But you didn't say anything and directly wanted to kill me?”
Buzz!
As soon as Zhou Yuan finished speaking, boundless power erupted from his body.
In an instant, a killing intent instantly enveloped Zhurong.
Zhurong, who had wanted to mock him just now, immediately changed its expression. Not only did it swallow the mocking words that were about to come out of its mouth, but it also suddenly spat out a mouthful of turbid blood!
He was a late stage Quasi-Sage, but he was actually suppressed by the pressure emitted by an ant until he spat out blood!!!
Instantly, the expressions of the other Ancestors of Sorcery in the hall changed drastically. They looked at Zhou Yuan in disbelief. Without any explanation, a trace of fear appeared in their hearts!
"Fellow Daoist! Please show mercy!"
In an instant, Emperor Jiang immediately focused and came to Zhurong's side, pulling Zhurong away from Zhou Yuan.
Immediately after, Emperor Jiang looked at Zhou Yuan with a smile and said slowly,""Zhurong is just thinking for the sake of the children of our Sorcerer Tribe. I hope Fellow Daoist won't take offense and let's drop the matter.”
Emperor Jiang abandoned the title of little friend Zhou Yuan and became a fellow Daoist.
It was only at this moment that they understood how terrifying Zhou Yuan, a Heaven Immortal, was.
Was this really a Heaven Celestial?
Not only did the pressure make a late-stage Quasi-Sage vomit blood, but it also made him, a Great Perfection Quasi-Sage, feel terrified. It was not an exaggeration to say that this was saintly might, right?？？
As for Zhurong, it was also wiping the blood essence from the corner of its mouth. Its eyes were filled with boundless fear as it felt fear towards Zhou Yuan.
What kind of existence was an Ancestor of Sorcery?
He was actually afraid of a Heaven Celestial?
This was unprecedented!
Just now, the moment that pressure landed on its body, Zhurong understood.
If Zhou Yuan was willing, killing him would be a piece of cake!
Was this really a f * cking Celestial Immortal?
Zhurong wanted to cry but had no tears. It was a little furious about the "rumors" in its heart.
If anyone were to say that Zhou Yuan was just an ant at the Heaven Celestial Stage, he would fight them to the death!
Was this an ant in the Heaven Celestial Stage? Why don't you let him try beating a Quasi-Sage?!
Even Zhurong, who was at the late-stage Quasi-Sage realm, couldn't withstand this fellow's pressure. This fellow could probably even fight someone at the late-stage Quasi-Sage realm!
"This seat will teach you a lesson this time. If you disrespect me again in the future, this seat can kill you!”
Zhou Yuan's expression returned to normal, and the anger in his heart disappeared.
"I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist. It's my fault.”
Zhurong no longer had any temper and immediately bowed and apologized.
"Yes." Zhou Yuan nodded his head lightly.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery in the hall finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Then, Emperor Jiang came before Zhou Yuan and said slowly,""Fellow Daoist, then our Shaman Tribe's Dao Artifact…"
"Since I said it, I will naturally do it.”
Zhou Yuan's expression was calm as he nodded his head lightly.""However, to create a dao artifact out of thin air, my consumption is also huge.”
"However, if you can turn a Numinous Treasure into your Shaman Tribe's Dao Artifact, it might be easier.”
"Alright, alright!"
Hearing this, Emperor Jiang's eyes immediately lit up, and he was a little surprised.
What the Sorcerer Tribe did not lack the most were Spiritual Treasures!
Emperor Jiang naturally believed Zhou Yuan's words.
After all, even though Emperor Jiang could not create a Spiritual Treasure that could be used by the Sorcerer Tribe, he knew the difficulties involved.
In an instant, Emperor Jiang shouted towards the outside of the hall,"
"Men! Hurry up and take all the Spiritual Treasures in our Sorcerer Tribe's treasury!”
……
On the other side.
It was 100,000 miles away from the Sorcerer Tribe's ancestral land.
Hongyun ran to the Sorcerer Tribe's ancestral land in a panic.
He knew that the relationship between the Demon Tribe and the Sorcerer Tribe was not good. If he wanted to choose a place to protect himself, the Sorcerer Tribe was naturally the best choice!
Before Kunpeng, Bai Ze, and Minghe caught up with them, the three of them had already arrived.
Hongyun stepped into the Sorcerer Tribe's ancestral land.
Many mighty figures passed by the Sorcerer Tribe's ancestral land every day.
When they saw Hongyun passing through this place, the group of Sorcerer Tribe members did not pay much attention to her and treated her as a passerby.
However, the flowing rainbow rushed directly into the Sorcerer Tribe's important place, immediately attracting the attention of all the Sorcerer Tribe members.
However, the Sorcerer Tribe had the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. Who could stir up a storm?
The flowing rainbow dissipated, and the red cloud appeared above the Pangu Divine Hall.
When he realized that Kun Peng and the other two did not chase after him immediately, he immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
This was an important place for the Sorcerer Tribe. Kun Peng and the other two probably did not dare to provoke the Sorcerer Tribe, right?
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were cultivating here. Even if Kunpeng and the other two had the guts to catch up, Hongyun was confident that they would not dare to attack in front of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery!
Suddenly, Hongyun's eyes swept across the area. She realized that the 12 Ancestors of Sorcery and 10 Senior Sorcerers were standing in front of the Divine Hall of Pangu!
There was even an extremely familiar figure!
Seeing this person, Hongyun seemed to have seen a glimmer of hope!
It was the fellow who had deduced the technique that even the Heavenly Dao cherished!
Zhou Yuan!
This person was actually invited by the Sorcerer Tribe to the Sorcerer Tribe's important place!
But thinking about it carefully, Hongyun could understand.
This person was able to create a new weapon that could be used by the Sorcerer Tribe. It was not surprising that he was invited to the Sorcerer Tribe's important place.
Suddenly.
Hongyun's expression was solemn as a shocking thought suddenly appeared in her mind.
Why did Suiren-Shi take him as his master in the past?
Why was he willing to cripple his own cultivation to cultivate this person's technique?
They even destroyed their own Dao foundation!
There must be some secret!
Thinking of this, Hongyun made a decision in his heart and walked towards the Pangu Divine Hall.
This time, he could only take a gamble!
Kun Peng and the other two were outside. If he went out, he might not survive from these three people!
But now, if he won this bet, everything would turn for the better!
At the same time, he waved his hand and released a faint purple gas. Endless Dao Law power flowed on it. Rainbow lights filled his body and emitted a drooling aura!
Hongyun held the purple gas in her hands and descended from the sky. She stood on the ground and slowly walked towards Zhou Yuan.
Just as Zhou Yuan was still evolving the new weapon for the Sorcerer Tribe, a heavenly voice suddenly resounded in the ears of him, the twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, and the ten Great Sorcerers.
"Teacher Zhou, please save me. I'm willing to offer the Primordial Purple Qi!”
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