When the 11 Ancestors of Sorcery died, they did not see Houtu actualize the Tao. Now that they found that their little sister had achieved the Sage's Tao Fruit, they were naturally very happy.
However, their sharp eyes could also sense that their little sister's saint seemed to be a little different from the Heavenly Dao Saint of Zhou Tian. It seemed that there was something missing?
The Ancestors of Sorcery had always been concerned about their little sister, so they immediately asked her what was going on.
Therefore, Houtu told her brothers and sisters about her experience when she became a saint, including being schemed by Dao Ancestor Hongjun and the Way of Heaven, and the fact that her origin was suppressed in the Netherworld.
The other Ancestors of Sorcery were instantly furious when they heard this!
Emperor Jiang said coldly,"
"Little sister, don't worry. Big brother will definitely seek justice for you! Even if they were to attack the Purple Cloud Palace, they would have to return their authority!”
Xuan Ming said angrily,
"This is simply too much! Do you really think that the Sorcerer Tribe is easy to deal with? "Back then, he plotted to frame us and the demons to perish together. He didn't even let our remaining little sister off. He's simply despicable and shameless!”
The Candle Dragon gritted his teeth.
"This sinister fellow calls himself the Dao Ancestor and actually plotted against the heavens. In order to fuse with his Dao, he wants to exterminate our Sorcerer Tribe! If it wasn't for his little sister's actualization at the critical moment and obtaining the protection of the Netherworld, the Sorcerer Tribe would probably be history now.”
Zhurong said angrily,
"F * ck him! Help Little Sister Houtu vent her anger!"
When Houtu heard these words, her heart naturally warmed up. This was the feeling of being cared for by her brother and sister, which she had not felt for a long time…After he vindicated dao and cut off his family, he had long entered the state of the Great Oblivion and had few desires. But now, he felt the long-lost kinship.
She knew that her brothers weren't just saying that. They really dared to rush up to the Saints and fight them head-on!
The Voodoo Race did not have a primordial spirit, so they could not absorb the power of heaven and earth. Therefore, when they cultivated, they used Evil Qi to refine their bodies and cultivate their physical bodies. They walked an extremely barbaric and domineering path.
Therefore, among the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, except for Houtu, the other Ancestors of Sorcery were all unyielding to the world and dared to hit anyone with their fists!
This was also related to their origins. Because the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were born from Pangu's blood essence, they called themselves the Pangu orthodox sect and only respected the Demonic God Pangu in their hearts. They did not care about anyone else.
So what if he was a Saint? So what if it was the Heavenly Dao?
If you dare to provoke me, I'll dare to fight you head-on! At most, he would just risk his life, but the dignity of the witch race and the dignity of the Great God Pangu could not be bullied ~
It was precisely because of this that no one dared to provoke the Sorcerer Tribe in ancient times. Even immortals and gods were afraid ~
However, times were different now…
Houtu had already lost a close relative once, so she naturally couldn't bear it a second time.
The Untainted Land was no longer the same as before. There were Sages in all orthodoxies, and many powerful disciples had appeared in the Sages 'orthodoxies. The second-generation disciples had Sage-to-be, and the third-generation disciples had no lack of experts.
In addition, Dao Ancestor Hongjun was no longer the Sage from back then. Instead, he had already become the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao. His strength had long surpassed that of an ordinary Sage by a major realm.
In addition, the great scheme behind the scenes was carried out under the background of the Unlimited Cultivation Tribulation. Under the dark clouds of the Cultivation Tribulation, even Saints could not be alone…
Not to mention that there was a Chaos Demon God like Great Immortal Yang Mei behind this!
In short, everything was not as simple as in ancient times. Whoever provoked you would be beaten up. If you couldn't beat him, you would go back and call for help. If you couldn't beat him, you would run away.
Houtu immediately reminded the other Ancestors of Sorcery,"
"Brothers and sisters, don't be rash. The situation is not as complicated as it was in ancient times. Now that we Ancestral Magi have gathered, not only do we have the power to protect ourselves, but we also have a strong voice.
"However, there's a higher-being behind this muddy water. Even I can't see through him. Now that that higher-being hasn't expressed his stance, we need to plan before we act. Don't be the first to stand out.
Gong Gong nodded and said in a deep voice,"
"My sister is right. Now that we have returned, although the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery have reappeared, even if the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation has the power of the Sages, don't forget that there are seven Sages up there. We should not show ourselves yet, but we should first clean up the Netherworld.”
Emperor Jiang nodded and then revealed a sinister smile.
"That's right, we have to clean up the internal affairs first! I heard that the Buddhist Sect has arranged for an ignorant fellow to be in our Netherworld…"
At this moment, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who was meditating, was suddenly stunned.
He immediately opened his eyes, wondering what was going on.
He was a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal and had attained the Bodhisattva status. How could he still have such a feeling of fear and trepidation?
He counted with his fingers and suddenly saw the appearance of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. His whole body shook and cold sweat broke out on the back of his head!
"Oh no…"
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva did not say a word. He immediately wanted to escape and hide in the depths of the underworld.
However, the Nether World was a place within Houtu's grasp. She immediately discovered Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's location. The one who came after hearing the news was the most hot-tempered of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, the Ancestor of Fire, Zhurong!
Zhurong was already filled with anger just now, but it couldn't take revenge on the Western Spirit Mountain. At this moment, when it saw Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva wearing a fake mountain and a staff, it immediately became furious! He stretched out his hand and slapped her ~
How powerful was Zhurong's body?
When Zhurong was running rampant in the Primordial World, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was still wearing open-crotch pants. At this moment, he couldn't block it even if he used all his strength. He was severely injured by a slap, and his thousands of years of cultivation were instantly cut off! Lying on the ground, he was already spitting out blood.
This was the Wu Tribe's method. They did not use any magical treasures or divine powers. They just used their physical strength to attack directly. Not many people in the Primordial World could withstand it.
The Buddhas of the Spirit Mountain were furious when they saw this scene, but they were helpless and did not dare to completely fall out.
The current Nether World was no longer the same as before. Even if the Saints did not attack each other, with these fearless Ancestors of Sorcery around, the Buddhist Sect might not be able to take advantage of them.
Now, it seemed that all the arrangements had been messed up again. What went wrong? Even the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had reappeared, and Sun Wukong had not entered the trap for a long time. This should not be the case…
At this moment, Ye Luan was still in Mount Innerheart. He was completely unaware of all this. It seemed that he had been disconnected from this world. To him, the world was nothing more than a line between his cave abode and the back garden on the mountain.
As usual, Ye Luan went to the back garden to plant flowers and tea.
Now that he had a new understanding of the way of flowers and plants, the flowers he planted were also full of spiritual energy. Just as he finished planting all the flowers and plants, a powerful aura of virtue suddenly descended from the sky. Ye Luan's body was shining with golden light, and golden lotuses surged under his feet.
His realm suddenly rose rapidly, instantly breaking through the Mythical Heaven Immortal realm and entering the Mythical Golden Immortal realm! His aura was equivalent to the Primordial Chaos Saint of this world!
At the Mythical Golden Immortal realm, a trace of True Spirit could be revived. Immortal blood was eternal and could condense a supreme Dharma Idol that could suppress time and space with a wave of his hand!
Ye Luan was completely stunned…
How could he obtain such great merit by planting flowers?
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