East Kunlun.
At this moment, Laozi pretended not to care about the Three Pure Cave Dwelling, but he was actually very disdainful in his heart.
Heavenly Lord Yuanshi said mockingly. A group of people with only muscles and no brains still called themselves the Pangu Orthodox Sect.
I'm ashamed to be with you.
When the Demon Clan had established themselves in the past, the Origin thought that they were just a bunch of furred and armored beasts. They should die. What qualifications did they have to establish a clan?
Now, a group of witches had actually appeared. It was simply laughable.
He didn't know if Primordial Origin was jealous or something else, but he just didn't like it.
Why didn't he, the incarnation of Pangu's Primordial Spirit, want to rule Untainted Land? These mutants were mutants in the heart of Primordial Origin, but they jumped out to rule Untainted Land.
However, he did not dare to say it out loud, so he could only mock him behind his back.
To the Three Pure Ones, neither the Demon Clan nor the Sorcerer Clan was someone they could afford to offend.
If he offended them and led the army to attack him, he could only escape.
They didn't think they could win.
On the contrary, Tongtian was very interested in the Sorcerer Tribe's cultivation of the physical body and not the Essence Soul.
However, he definitely could not show it when his eldest brother and second brother were around. Otherwise, he would be scolded again.
Tongtian felt very aggrieved. For the first time, he had the idea of going out and setting up his own sect.
At this moment, the mighty figures of the Primordial World were also observing the movements of the Sorcerer Tribe.
Emperor Jun and Taiyi stared at the Wu Tribe.
They had a feeling that a war would break out between the Monster Race and the Sorcerer Race sooner or later.
Could the demons defeat 12 late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals?
Dijun and Taiyi kept asking themselves, but the answer was obviously no.
He returned to the Sorcerer Tribe at the foot of Mount Buzhou.
When the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery finished speaking, the statue of Pangu on the Pangu Hall suddenly emitted golden light.
A huge amount of karma enveloped the Sorcerer Tribe.
A formation map appeared in the minds of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. It was called the Twelve Capital Sky Formation, which could summon the Real Entity of Pangu to fight.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were very excited and said,""Thank you, Father God. We knew that Father God Pangu had always been protecting us.”
Boundless fate and merit enveloped the 12 Ancestors of Sorcery, and they immediately became peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals.
Twelve peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals and countless members of the Sorcerer Tribe had all improved.
All living beings in the Untainted Land gasped.
Even Primordial Origin, who had just scolded the Wu Tribe, opened his mouth wide. He could not believe that Father God Pangu had actually replied to the Wu Tribe.
He even gave benefits to the Wu Tribe, which proved that Pangu recognized the Wu Tribe as Pangu's ancestors.
He, the Three Pure Ones, could not even defeat the witch race now. Could it be that he could not say that he was the orthodox Pangu in the future?
At this moment, Primordial Origin was in despair.
Laozi and Tongtian's expressions were not good either.
However, it was already the truth. They could not change it no matter what.
Emperor Jun and Taiyi gasped when they saw the 12 Ancestors of Sorcery at the Peak of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Realm.
"Pass down my order. Do not provoke the Sorcerer Tribe in the near future. If there is a conflict, you must endure it.”Dijun said.
Emperor Jun was indeed an emperor. He knew that he could not defeat the Wu Tribe, but he did not dare to fight them head-on. He could only develop first and then find an opportunity to deal a fatal blow to the Wu Tribe.
Meanwhile, Zhunti, who was in the west, shouted a Buddhist name and said,""Amitabha. The East is really a land of outstanding people. When will our West have so many powerful cultivators?”
Looking at the dilapidated west, Jieyin Zhunti was busy repairing the spiritual veins again.
It could be said that Jieyin and Zhunti were not bad people before they became Saints. After they became Saints, they became arrogant and thought that Hongjun was the boss and they were the second.
They looked down on all living beings in the Wilderness and cut them like leeks.
In any case, there was still one more.
The Wilderness would only become weaker and weaker.
There was a saying in the later generations that was correct. Without competition, there would be no progress.
It was precisely because the Saints had no opponents that such a situation had occurred.
On this day, all the mighty people in the Wilderness knew that there was a race that they could not provoke at all, and that was the Wu Tribe.
At the same time, there was a saying that spread among the various races: never offend the Sorcerer Tribe.
Anyone who offended them would be directly expelled from the clan.
It could be said that the Sorcerer Tribe was at its most glorious moment.
According to the myths and legends of the later generations, Hongjun had just become a Saint and was about to start preaching.
However, Hongjun was still bitterly refining the Primordial Purple Qi.
The time to become a Saint was forcefully delayed by Xuan Tian for a long time.
Hongjun opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the Sorcerer Tribe.
"Pangu, Pangu, are you dead or not?"”
He thought that Pangu was dead, but today, Pangu gave the Wu Tribe Merit and Fate, and also gave them something that Hongjun did not know.
This made Hongjun suspect Pangu's death.
Would such a powerful person like Pangu really die?
Even a Saint could be resurrected through the Heavenly Dao Primordial Purple Qi. Could it be that Pangu's strength, which was a half-step Great Dao, could not be resurrected?
As a Chaos Demon God, Hongjun knew Pangu's true cultivation.
They were not as foolish as the living beings in Untainted Land, who thought that Pangu had died because he failed to become a Sage.
At this moment, Hongjun was very confused.
After that, his gaze became firm. No matter what, he had to become a Saint as soon as possible. After becoming a Saint, his primordial spirit would at least not die if he entrusted it to the Heavenly Dao.
When his plan succeeded, he would not be afraid even if Pangu really resurrected.
Hongjun revealed a crazy expression this time.
If someone saw it, it would definitely subvert Hongjun's usually gentle and refined image.
Hongjun did not think too much about it and began to refine the Primordial Purple Qi again.
Since the founding of the Wu Tribe, the population of the Wu Tribe had increased. The Wu Tribe had also begun to expand their territory along the Buzhou Mountain.
The demons could only retreat.
Because of Dijun's order.
The demons were very aggrieved now. They could not beat him, so they could only hide.
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