In the Demon Emperor Palace.
Dijun's face was pale as he stood up shakily from the ground.
He looked in the direction of Buzhou Mountain with a venomous look.
This was all the Sorcerer Tribe's fault!
If it were not for the Sorcerer Tribe, how could more than ninety percent of his billions of elite demon soldiers have been killed?!
If it were not for the Sorcerer Tribe, how could his brother, Donghuang Taiyi, die so tragically?!
All of this was the Sorcerer Tribe's fault!!!
The Demon Emperor Dijun's expression was extremely ferocious and terrifying!
Right now, he wanted nothing more than to eat the skin of the Sorcerer Tribe, eat their flesh, and drink their blood!
The lives of all the living beings of the Sorcerer Tribe were to be sacrificed for his fallen brother, Tai Yi!
Dijun, who had been blinded by hatred, had never thought about it.
If he and Donghuang Taiyi had not harbored any ill intentions towards the Sorcerer Tribe, they would not have ended up like this!
All of this was because of their own actions. In the end, they had to bear the consequences. In fact, no one could blame them!
But Emperor Jun couldn't care less. Now he blamed everything on the Wu Tribe!
"Shamans! Just you wait. One day, I will lead the demon army again and raze the Sorcerer Tribe to the ground!”
"At that time, I will definitely make you Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery pay with your lives for my brother!!!”
Just as Emperor Jun was furious in the Demon Palace.
Two streaks of light, one purple and one gold, flew over from the direction of Kunlun.
Emperor Jun frowned and looked at the two figures.
Then, with a wave of his sleeve, he returned to his original appearance, but his face was a little pale.
The purple and gold streams of light instantly appeared in the Demon Imperial Palace, and two figures appeared.
The man in the purple Daoist robe had a bun on his head, thick eyebrows and a long beard, and his expression was arrogant.
When he looked at Demon Emperor Dijun, there was even a hint of disdain in his eyes.
The person beside him was a fat man with his chest exposed. He was wearing a golden kasaya.
He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a round belly, and a friendly smile on his face.
His eyes that were smiling like crescents were filled with contempt, and he did not hide it at all.
The two people who came here were Guang Chengzi, the first disciple of the Honored Lord of the Origin and the leader of the Twelve Golden Immortals.
Beside him, the fat monk in the golden kasaya was Maitreya, the eldest disciple of Saint Zhunti of the West.
The two of them had come to the Demon Imperial Palace under the orders of their master.
He had come to the Demon Race to help them destroy the Shaman Race.
The news of Emperor Jun's defeat had spread throughout the Untainted Land. Guang Chengzi and Maitreya were even more disdainful of Emperor Jun.
This arrogant fool led trillions of elite demons, but he was defeated by the Sorcerer Tribe!
Even though he was in charge of the Heavenly Cycle Stars Formation, he was still easily defeated by the Sorcerer Tribe.
It was simply playing a good hand of cards to a pulp!
If the two of them had led their troops to attack previously, they would have been able to sweep through the entire Untainted Land, let alone a mere Sorcerer Tribe!
They looked at each other. Guang Chengzi cleared his throat and came to Dijun with his hands behind his back.
"Under the orders of Master and the other Saints, I, Guang Chengzi, and Fellow Daoist Maitreya, have come to help your demon race.”
"Help you defeat the Sorcerer Tribe and completely destroy those boors.”
Upon hearing this, Emperor Jun was displeased with Guang Chengzi's arrogance, but his strength was obvious.
Moreover, Guang Chengzi was the chief disciple of Chan School and had come under the orders of the Sage. It was not a big deal for him to be a little arrogant.
The most important thing now was to destroy the Sorcerer Tribe!
After figuring it out, a polite smile appeared on Dijun's face.
"I see. Emperor Jun would like to thank all the Sages for their help!”
"Please take your seats!"
Emperor Jun waved his hand and two more Emperor Thrones appeared beside his own.
Guang Chengzi and Maitreya were very arrogant. He was not willing to affect his grand plan because of some trivial matters!
Guang Chengzi and Maitreya looked at each other with a faint smile on their faces, as if they were very satisfied with Emperor Jun's action.
After the two personal disciples of the Sages sat down on the throne, Emperor Jun cupped his fists at them.
"The two of you have come from afar.”
"However, since the six Sages think highly of me, I should go and pay my respects to the Sages as soon as possible.”
"Fellow Daoists, please forgive me. When I return from Kun Lun, I will properly invite you two!”
Emperor Jun had already made up his mind. Since the six Sages were willing to help him, he had to pay them a visit to show his respect.
Taking advantage of this opportunity to cling onto the Sage's thigh was the most important thing!
If the demons had the Six Sages of the Heavenly Dao backing them up, who cared what kind of formation the Sorcerer Tribe had?
As long as God Pangu himself was not resurrected, the Demon Race could destroy the Sorcerer Race however they wanted!
At that time, who in the world could stop him?!
The fierceness in Emperor Jun's eyes intensified. It seemed that the Wu Tribe had become a hell on earth in his eyes!
Thinking of this, Dijun couldn't wait to fly toward Kunlun.
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