Dao Ancestor Hongjun's face was indifferent. When he saw the person who had arrived, he said,"
"Fellow Daoist Yin Yang, I've invited you out of the mountain this time because I naturally have a thorny matter to deal with!”。
The person who had appeared in the Purple Cloud Palace was the Yin Yang Patriarch.
Back then, during the battle of the demonic path, it was the Yin Yang Ancestor and the Great Immortal Yang Liu who helped Hongjun and finally defeated Demon Ancestor Luo Hou.
Yin Yang Patriarch had detonated his body in the God-killing Sword Formation, but he survived.
"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, who are you going to deal with this time?”
Yin Yang Patriarch obviously knew Hongjun very well. It was not the first time they had worked together.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun said bluntly,"
"The 13 Ancestors of Sorcery of the Sorcerer Tribe have defied the Heavenly Dao, so I would like to ask you to help me get rid of them!”。
Yin Yang Ancestor shook his head and said,"
"No wonder you didn't do it yourself. So it's the bloodline of the Great God Pangu. However, with their strength, it's not worth it for me to do it!”。
In the eyes of the Grandmaster of Yin and Yang, the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery were just juniors who were not strong enough to compete with him.
Yin Yang Ancestor's body had been destroyed, but now, not only had his body recovered, but his strength had also improved by leaps and bounds, reaching the Secondary Stage of Sage-to-be.
Therefore, he didn't even bother to attack the younger generation.
In his opinion, the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery were not worthy of his personal attack.
"One hundred and twenty-four drops of Three Light Holy Water. As long as you kill the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery, these Three Light Holy Water will be yours!”
Dao Ancestor Hongjun spoke. He held a small jade bottle in his hand that contained 124 drops of Three Light Holy Water.
The Yin-Yang Grandmaster raised his head and stared at the Three Light Holy Water greedily.
At this moment, even his breathing was a little heavier. It was obvious that he had been moved.
"Alright, I'm not a cultivator from the Primordial World to begin with. Killing the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery is not a burden to me.”
The Yin-Yang Ancestor clearly knew the function of the Three Light Holy Water. Therefore, he was willing to kill the Voodoo Race for the 124 drops of Three Light Holy Water.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun wanted to conform to the Heavenly Dao, but Yin Yang Patriarch had nothing to worry about. Therefore, he did not have to worry about any backlash.
With the help of Tiandao and Hongjun, the Yin Yang Patriarch would not be punished if he killed the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery.
After all, the Sorcerer Tribe was supposed to be obliterated in the great tribulation.
After Yin Yang Patriarch left, Dao Ancestor Hongjun went into seclusion to cultivate again.
In Dao Ancestor Hongjun's opinion, with the Yin Yang Patriarch personally taking action, this matter would be foolproof.
After the Yin Yang Patriarch left the Purple Cloud Palace, he was immediately delighted.
"If we kill the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery this time, we can get 124 drops of Three Light Holy Water from Hongjun.”
Yin Yang Ancestor thought that killing the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery was a piece of cake. Such a simple task was not a problem for him at all.
However, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had previously instructed the Yin Yang Patriarch not to attack casually. Instead, he had to find a legitimate reason.
"The Sorcerer Tribe is currently expanding outwards. I'll occupy the mountain and be the king, blocking their path of expansion!”
Yin Yang Patriarch thought for a while and came up with a plan.
At this moment, the Ancestor of Sorcery was clearly unaware that Dao Ancestor Hongjun's scheme had already begun. He was cultivating in the Pangu Divine Hall.
The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art had broken through to the fifth level previously, and now was the best time to push through the realm.
As spring came and summer came, the Sorcerer Tribe expanded rapidly, and the territory they occupied continued to expand.
On this day, Nine Phoenix came to report.
"Ancestor of Sorcery, Grand Magus Xiangliu has been killed!”
Nine Phoenix's face was filled with anger. She had clearly just received the news.
When the Ancestor of Sorcery heard this, he immediately broke away from his cultivation.
Nine-headed Xiangliu had been guarding the Coast of the East Sea. He was in charge of the Sorcerer Tribe's territory there.
"Was it done by the Dragon Clan?"
The Ancestor of Sorcery's first thought was of the dragon race. After all, the Origin Kylin was not dead. If the Ancestral Dragon was still alive, it would not be a surprise.
"It's not a dragon. It's said that he's the owner of a local divine mountain!”
The Nine Phoenix Grand Wizard told him all the information he knew.
The Ancestor of Sorcery stood up and nodded."
"Gather all the Ancestors of Sorcery. Whoever killed Xiang Liu must pay with his blood!”。
Since he dared to touch a Senior Wizard of the Wizard Tribe and kill him directly, he was already destined to die.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery soon arrived. Apparently, they had all heard about Great Sorcerer Xiangliu.
"Let's go!"
The Ancestor of Sorcery of Strength rode on the Origin Kylin, and the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery also rode on their mounts.
Behind them were tens of thousands of Qilin Cavalrymen, marching toward the coast of the East Sea.
"Rumble!"
The earth shook, the hills shook, and dust rose everywhere.
Along the way, countless living beings saw the Sorcerer Tribe's army and were all shocked.
The army riding the Qilin was mighty and unstoppable.
"The Qilin Race was originally a powerful prehistoric race. Now, they've actually become mounts. Is the Sorcerer Race already so powerful?”
"The Sorcerer Tribe is more terrifying than we imagined. I wonder who provoked them this time!”
All the living beings discussed in secret. They all followed, wanting to watch a good show.
the coast of the East China Sea
Yin Yang Ancestor was sitting on top of the divine mountain. He was the one who had killed Great Shaman Xiang Liu and all the Shamans in that tribe.
The corpses of men, women, old and young were still lying on the ground.
The 13 Ancestors of Sorcery arrived, followed by the Sorcerer Tribe's army.
"It was you who killed the Great Shaman Xiang Liu and a million of my Shaman Tribe's men?”
The Ancestor of Sorcery spoke. This time, killing intent appeared in his eyes, and he was no longer calm.
Yin-Yang Ancestor nodded and said disdainfully,"
"The Wu Tribe imposed taxes and brought disaster to the Untainted Land. Everyone has the right to kill them. I killed Xiang Liu just to enforce justice on behalf of the heavens!”。
The Yin Yang Ancestor looked proud. In his opinion, even the 13 Ancestors of Sorcery were no match for him.
The destruction of the Sorcerer Tribe was just a matter of turning the palm of his hand.
At this moment, on Mount Kunlun, the Three Pure Ones had long been paying close attention to the battle before them.
On the Sun Star, Western Spirit Mountain, in the Darknorth Sea.
Many gazes were cast over. It was obvious that these cultivators were very concerned. They also wanted to see how the Sorcerer Tribe would die!
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