These 12 True Spirits were in different forms and all of them had strands of baleful aura.
Among them, there was the Ancestor of Sorcery Di Jiang, who had a yellow pouch, red as fire, six legs, and four wings. He was a void and had no face. There was also the Ancestor of Sorcery Goumang, who was green as bamboo, had the body of a bird, and the face of a human. He was riding two dragons.
There was the southern Grand Wizard of Fire, Zhurong, who had the head of a beast and the body of a human. He was covered in red scales and had fire snakes in his ears. He stood on fire dragons. There was also the Western Grand Wizard of Gold, Rushou, who had the face of a tiger and the body of a golden scales. He had wings and a snake in his left ear. He rode on two dragons.
Wait, there were twelve True Spirits in total!
Strands of baleful aura appeared. Even though it had fallen for thousands of years and was only a weak true spirit, it still carried a violent baleful aura and rebelled against the world!
One could imagine how terrifying these twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were at their peak.
He looked at the twelve true spirits of the Sorcerer Tribe.
Emperor Jun, Bai Ze, Gui Che, Yingzhao, Feilian, and the other demons all had killing intent in their eyes, but it soon disappeared.
Although he hadn't seen these barbarians for billions of years, he still couldn't hide the killing intent in his heart when he saw their true spirits.
The hatred between the Sorcerer and Demon Clans was as deep as the sea.
The demons were willing to settle their old scores, but he wondered if these barbarians were willing.
Jiang Ning also looked at the twelve True Spirits.
With a shift of his gaze, all kinds of Great Dao Law Origins appeared, enveloping the twelve True Spirits and rebuilding their bodies and souls.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were formed by Pangu's blood essence, and Pangu was born in the Chaos supreme treasure, the Green Lotus of Creation.
The Green Lotus of Creation was one of the five supreme treasures born from Chaos.
Chaos encompassed everything. Even for this kind of Ancestral Sorcerer who was full of murderous aura, he could use the Chaos Law to rebuild his physical body.
Moreover, the speed of forging was even faster than reviving others.
As time slowly passed,
Twelve ferocious and terrifying figures with rolling baleful auras appeared on the ground.
As the baleful aura circulated, many divine trees and immortal herbs in the paradise withered.
Watching the body of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery being rebuilt, Taoist Lu Ya, who was not far away, was shocked.
He suddenly thought of something.
His father could be resurrected, and the ten great demon gods could be resurrected.
Now, even the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery could be resurrected.
In that case, would his Imperial Uncle, Donghuang Taiyi, be able to successfully resurrect as well?
However, why did Jiang Ning not revive his Imperial Uncle?
Could it be…
Was it because he couldn't find Imperial Uncle's True Spirit?
As his emotions surged, Daoist Lu Ya made many connections.
Once, after the Lich Cultivation Tribulation ended, he was lucky enough to survive.
After that, he searched around the Untainted Land for the supreme treasure left behind by his Imperial Uncle, the Bell of Chaos.
In the end, he found the Bell of Chaos in the depths of a certain mountain range and brought it with him.
For countless years, he had never taken out the Bell of Primal Chaos, afraid of causing unnecessary trouble.
Now, he suddenly thought of something. Was it because during the great battle between the liches and demons, the true spirit of his Imperial Uncle, Donghuang Taiyi, was protected by the Bell of Chaos?
Donghuang Taiyi's remaining True Spirit was inside the Bell of Chaos?
Therefore, Jiang Ning was unable to find the True Spirit of East Emperor Taiyi in the River of Fate and was unable to revive him.
As this thought flashed through his mind, Lu Ya quietly watched Jiang Ning forge a body for the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
Jiang Ning's resurrection of his father, Emperor Jun, and the ten demon gods was already a great kindness to the Demon Tribe.
Moreover, he had even sent Jiang Ning's junior brother, Zhao Gongming, to the Investiture of the Gods. He had let Jiang Ning down.
If he were to ask Jiang Ning to resurrect his Imperial Uncle now, it would not be good.
He couldn't always take without giving.
As Lu Ya's thoughts surged,
On the other side,
The bodies of the twelve Ancestors of Sorcery in front of Jiang Ning grew larger and larger, and the murderous aura around them became more and more turbulent.
Above Jiang Ning's head, the long river of the Law of Chaos appeared, emitting a vast and magnificent charm of the Great Path that filled the sky. Various chaotic substances were separated to build the bodies of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
After a long time,
Jiang Ning's aura slowly calmed down.
At this moment,
Twelve mighty auras suddenly shot into the sky!
Bursts of baleful aura surged through the nine heavens!
The entire Peach Blossom Land was submerged by the evil spirit. Twelve ferocious and terrifying figures opened their eyes at the same time!
Their eyes were suffused with a blood-red light, and all kinds of Elemental Laws surged around them!
"Resurrection, I'm resurrected! Back then, did I self-destruct my body and perish together with those beasts of the demon race? Why did I reappear in the world?”
"Where is this place? It's not Mount Buzhou!"
"Roar!"
The Sorcerer Tribe was far more terrifying than the Ferocious Beasts and the Demon Tribe, and the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were even more violent. As soon as they were awakened, they spat out a murderous aura that swept across the land.
"It was I who resurrected you."
" Conceal your Evil Qi. This is the reason why all the things that happened in Untainted Land after the Cultivation Tribulation of the Witchcraft and Demons ended. This is also the reason why I went to the Nether World to discuss with Supreme Pingxin and resurrect you.”
Looking at the twelve monsters standing on the ground, Jiang Ning's expression was calm as he slowly said,
Then, twelve rays of light entered the heads of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
In a moment,
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery paused.
Knowing everything,
"Conceal your bodies and follow me to pay my respects to the Grand Shaman!”
The head of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, the former Chief of the Sorcerer Tribe, Di Jiang, quickly said after learning everything. His voice was like a rumbling bell that slowly sounded,
Without any hesitation, he bowed respectfully to Jiang Ning,
The other eleven Ancestors of Sorcery also retracted their bodies and bowed to Jiang Ning.
"Emperor Jiang, thank you for resurrecting Grand Shaman!”
"Greetings, benefactor!"
“......”
Voices rang out one after another. The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery transformed into the size of ordinary creatures and bowed to Jiang Ning.
They already knew everything. They knew that after the Sorcerer and Demon Cultivation Tribulation ended, the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes were destroyed. After that, the human race rose up and the God Sealing War broke out.
They knew that the young man who had resurrected them was Jiang Ning, the first disciple of Jie School. Moreover, Pingxin had also ordered the Shaman Race to worship Jiang Ning as the Grand Shaman.
Although the Wu Tribe did not respect the heavens or the earth and only respected Father Pangu, they also knew how to be grateful.
Jiang Ning had resurrected them, and this was like a favor they owed him. Naturally, they had no choice but to be respectful to Jiang Ning.
Seeing this scene,
Dijun, Bai Ze, Gui Che, and the others were stunned.
They had taught this group of barbarians many times and knew their nature well.
They were arrogant and violent. Even if a Dao Ancestor was in front of them, they would show no respect.
Unexpectedly, he was so respectful in front of Jiang Ning.
So the witch race also knew how to be grateful?
On the other side,
Seeing this, Jiang Ning slowly said,
"No need for formalities."
"Pingxin has already promised me. The karma of the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes has dissipated. What do you think?”
"You should know why I resurrected you. I destroyed the three religions, killed the four Sages, and attacked Hongjun.”
"If we succeed, the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes will reappear in the Primordial World!”
His words fell slowly.
Emperor Jiang and the other Ancestors of Sorcery also looked at Emperor Jun.
Although there was still a habitual killing intent in his expression, it was a little complicated.
During the Witchcraft Cataclysm, countless creatures of the Witchcraft Tribe had fallen at the hands of the Demon Tribe.
They hated the demons to the core.
Now, it was a little difficult to suddenly make them forget about their grudges.
Becoming enemies with the demon race had long been a deep-rooted obsession in their hearts.
However, since Pingxin had agreed, they naturally could not object.
Perhaps…Could the Lich and Demon Tribes really coexist?
After making up his mind, Emperor Jiang said,
"If the Demon Tribe is willing to let go of the past grudges, the Wu Tribe is naturally willing to become friends with the Demon Tribe and destroy the three religions and attack the Four Sages together with the Grand Shaman!”
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