"This Pangu blood essence is indeed extraordinary!”
Feeling the intense pain on his body, Hongyun was speechless.
Pangu's blood essence was too ferocious.
Just a tiny bit of it was absorbed into Hongyun's body, but it made her feel as if her entire body was burning.
Of course, this burning process was the process of changing his bloodline.
As his bloodline slowly changed, Hongyun could feel that his body was much stronger than before.
It took Hongyun three years to refine the blood essence of Pangu that had been absorbed into his body.
Now, his physical body was more than ten times stronger than before.
"It took three years to refine this thread, and it was even enhanced by the Great Dao Praying Mat!”
"No wonder the birth of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery took an Cataclysm!”
Hong Yun muttered.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were formed from Pangu's blood essence, and each Ancestor of Sorcery was only equivalent to a drop of Pangu's blood essence.
It took them tens of thousands of years to transform into Ancestral Magi.
Now, with the support of the Dao Meditation mat, he could refine a trace of Pangu's blood essence every three years. To refine an entire drop of Pangu's blood essence would take hundreds of years, or even thousands of years!
However, this earth-shattering change in the strength of her body made Hongyun feel both pain and joy.
"Continue refining!"
Hongyun reckoned that if he could completely refine this drop of Pangu's blood essence, he would definitely be invincible in the middle stage of the Zenith Heaven Realm.
He could even defeat a late-stage Zenith Heaven Primordial Almighty!
But now, other than Dao Ancestor Hongjun, there were no late-stage Zenith Heaven mighty figures in the Primordial World.
After refining Pangu's blood essence, Hongyun was confident that no one would be able to snatch it away from him when the Innate Gourd Vine appeared on Mount Buzhou!
......
At the same time, in the Nine Nether Land.
"Forefather, the Untainted Land is now in a state of war. The Wu Tribe and the Demon Tribe are fighting for hegemony and the Luck of Heaven and Earth. Could it be that my Netherworld Race is hiding in this sunless Nine Nether Land?”
A woman covered in long black hair said to a white-eyed man beside her.
If Hongyun was here, she would recognize the white-eyed man. He was Ancestor Minghe.
It was as if Ancestor Netherworld River had no pupils. His entire eyeballs were pure white.
He rolled his white eyes and reached out to caress the woman beside him." Wu Mo, I've long planned to enter the Wilderness to fight for the fate of heaven and earth, but…"
"Ancestor, what are you worried about?"
Heavenly Consort Wu Mo's long hair curled up like arms, revealing her beautiful figure.
"Alright, since that's the case, I'll go to the Wilderness to find a good place to be the base of my Netherworld Race!”
Ancestor Netherworld did not voice his premonition.
Previously, he did not enter the Wilderness to fight for the fate of heaven and earth because he vaguely sensed that he should not participate.
But now, Heavenly Consort Wu Mo also suggested that he go to the Wilderness to fight for hegemony.
Ancestor Netherworld River decided to give it a try. At most, he would hide in the Nine Nether Land if he failed.
......
In the blink of an eye, 500 years had passed.
On this day, in the sky above the land of the Shamans.
"Hahaha, Emperor Jun's son, Taiyi's son, you will die here today!”
Ancestral Magus Dijiang let out a hearty laugh. His huge fist was surrounded by divine power light as he attacked the Bell of Chaos again.
Bang!
A loud bang reverberated in the sky above the land of the Shamans.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The other twelve Ancestors of Sorcery also performed their divine arts and attacked the Bell of Chaos.
The huge vibration force instantly penetrated the Bell of Chaos and fell on Dijun Taiyi.
Puff! Puff!
The two of them turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood.
In front of them, there were already bloodstains. In these 500 years, the two of them had already lost count of how many mouthfuls of blood they had spat out.
"Big brother, my Eastern Emperor Bell has lasted for five hundred years. Today, it has reached its limit.”
Donghuang Taiyi's pale face was devoid of blood, and his tone was dispirited.
Barely holding on for 500 years was already his limit.
"Second brother, today, the two of us will die here! I really can't accept this!"
Demon Emperor Dijun was also in a sorry state, but his eyes were filled with unwillingness.
However, there was nothing he could do. Although the Eastern Emperor Bell was a Connate cardinal treasure, it was already a miracle that it could withstand the attacks of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery for 500 years.
"Everyone, let's go. In a few breaths, we can kill these two bastards and take back god father's Chaos Bell!”
Grand Wizard Dijiang shouted again.
"Yes, big brother!"
"Go, kill two Mixed Hair Birds!"
The other twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were extremely excited.
It had been five hundred years. They had attacked for five hundred years. Today, they finally saw the dawn.
The two Demon Sovereigns within the Eastern Emperor Bell also closed their eyes and gave up struggling.
They knew that the two of them would definitely die today.
Weng!
Right at this moment, an incomparably vast pressure suddenly enveloped the land of the Sorcerer Tribe.
The powerful pressure immediately suppressed the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery and forced them to retreat.
"Sage!"
"It's the aura of a Saint!"
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery's faces darkened when they sensed the powerful pressure.
Especially Grand Wizard Dijiang, who looked ahead with anger in his eyes.
At this moment, Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun, who were inside the Eastern Emperor Bell, opened their eyes.
"It's Daofather Hongjun! Daofather Hongjun has come to save us!”
"That's great, we're saved!"
Dijun Taiyi and the others were pleasantly surprised.
He did not expect that in a situation where death was already imminent, the Saint would actually make a move.
"I am Hongjun. Pass on my decree: The first battle between the liches and demons ends here. Ten thousand years later, the Liches can fight again!"
Hongjun's voice sounded and instantly reverberated throughout the entire Primordial Land.
"No!"
Grand Wizard Dijiang roared.
"Big brother! Don't be rash!"
Ancestor of Sorcery Candle Dragon hurriedly pulled Ancestor of Sorcery Dijiang back.
Although the other Ancestors of Sorcery were also furious, they were only at the Zenith Heaven Realm and could not compete with the Saints.
Unwilling!
He was too unwilling!
But they had no choice.
Grand Wizard Dijiang, who was held back by the Candle Dragon, calmed down. However, his eyes were gloomy.
The other Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery did the same.
They hated Saint Hongjun to the core.
The Saint was biased, too unfair!
What kind of saint was this!
At this moment, it also meant that the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery and Saint Hongjun had started to break off.
......
At this moment, Hong Yun, who had been cultivating in the Fire Cloud Cave for 500 years, opened his eyes.
Just now, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's decree had spread throughout the entire Primordial World.
Hongyun naturally heard it too.
"I didn't expect Hongjun to make a move in the end! It seemed that Dijun Taiyi would not die this time.”
Hong Yun muttered to herself.
At the same time, he understood that Hongjun was the only one who had the final say in Untainted Land.
As for him, he would still be schemed against by Hongjun in the future.
Hongyun immediately felt immense pressure.
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