"Shaman Tribe?"
Yingzhao's brows furrowed slightly as he carefully sized up the burly man in front of him.
It was better not to look.
Upon closer inspection, Yingzhao felt a chill run down his spine, and a great sense of terror engulfed his entire body!
Cold sweat instantly rolled down from his temples.
At this moment, in front of Yingzhao, this burly man was no longer what he looked like with the naked eye.
The tanned, tower-like man had a body filled with blood and Qi.
His muscles were actually emitting a faint treasure light.
Every inch of his skin seemed to have been forged, just right.
And the fear in his heart came from the pressure hidden under these muscles!
However, this wasn't what shocked Yingzhao.
What truly shocked him was the layers of white light that surrounded Emperor Jiang like clouds.
As long as it was a living being in the Primordial World, they would know what it was.
Merit!
A large amount of merit!
This was the only way to form such a cloud.
At the same time, the doubts in Yingzhao's heart were resolved.
"You lunatic, you actually used merit to temper your body!”
Although he did not know how the Sorcerer Tribe in front of him had obtained so much merit, he did not know how he had obtained it.
But one thing was certain.
The physical body of the Sorcerer Tribe that was tempered with merit was absolutely terrifyingly strong.
Emperor Jiang's next words made Yingzhao fall into despair.
"How many years has it been? No immortal spirit in the Wilderness dares to talk to me like this!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Jiang's figure expanded!
Under Yingzhao's shocked gaze, Grand Wizard Dijiang's Dharma Idol appeared.
Emperor Jiang stood at the mouth of the volcano like a god, looking down at Yingzhao.
The Transcendence Wings contained all kinds of divine powers.
Its huge body distorted the surrounding space.
An ancient aura spread out, making it difficult for all living beings within a radius of tens of thousands of miles to breathe.
" You are Grand Wizard Di Jiang?!"
At this moment, Yingzhao only had one thought.
Flee!
The further he fled, the better!
However, before Yingzhao could do anything, Emperor Jiang's giant hand in the form of the Ancestral Sorcerer's Dharma reached into the space.
The space in front of Yingzhao rippled.
The next moment, he reached out his hand and grabbed himself in the palm.
A terrifying power swept over. Even the Demon Gods of the Demon Race were pitifully fragile in the face of the physical strength of the Ancestor of Sorcery.
The sound of bones cracking could be heard continuously.
"Ah!"
"Kacha!"
The huge palm clenched tighter and tighter, and the bones that were about to shatter made a scraping sound.
Yingzhao's expression became distorted because of the pain.
"Bang!"
The huge palm exerted a little force, and the demon god Yingzhao turned into a cloud of blood mist.
Even his primordial spirit turned into specks of golden light and dissipated into the air, disappearing into an unknown place.
Emperor Jiang's body began to shrink, and he returned to his burly appearance.
"You don't know what's good for you.
And that bullsh * t Heavenly Emperor and the Eastern Emperor of the Heavenly Court. Even if they were here, I would still pluck their feathers!”
Looking at the bloodstains all over the sky, Di Jiang's eyes were filled with contempt.
In the sky, a trace of blood mixed with blood fell down, as if it wanted to wrap around Emperor Jiang's body.
At this moment, the golden light of virtue on Emperor Jiang's body flashed.
The red line that had just fallen was like winter snow in spring when it met the golden light. It disappeared in the blink of an eye.
There was no trace of him anymore.
Although this action was small, Emperor Jiang still noticed it.
"Oh? Was this karma?
Haha, good, this is great. Now that I have so much merit, as long as I don't create killing karma, ordinary karma won't bother me.
This was all thanks to the little fellow.
That's right! Spiritual fruit!"
After killing Yingzhao, Emperor Jiang finally remembered and hurriedly looked down. He was afraid that he would break the fruit in his anger. That would be a huge sin.
Fortunately, Emperor Jiang acted quickly and didn't cause much of a commotion. Looking at the undamaged spirit fruit, Emperor Jiang heaved a sigh of relief.
Nine Heavens, Demon Heavenly Court.
In the main hall of the Demon Court, Emperor Jun sat on the throne with a dignified look. Below him were two rows of demon gods and demon generals.
Taiyi stood on the left side of Emperor Jun, resting with his eyes closed.
"Dear minister, although my Demon Court has just been established, it is also the goal of all living beings. The rise of the demon race is inevitable.
However, there are still people blocking our way.
Dear ministers, do you have any good countermeasures?
Tell me everything!"
Emperor Jun looked at the group of demons, gods, and kings below.
His Highness and the demon gods gathered together, but none of them spoke.
Although the Demon Court had been established, there were still many races in the Untainted Land that had not yet belonged to the Demon Tribe.
Let's not talk about me for now. Just the Sorcerer Tribe alone has always been a mental illness for the Demon Tribe.
However, the matters of the emperor were never something that officials like him could decide.
Dijun had already made up his mind when he asked this question.
He just needed everyone to give him a way out.
It seemed more democratic.
However, no one could guess what Dijun meant.
Was he going to start with the most troublesome Sorcerer Tribe to intimidate the little ones and wait for fatigue?
Or should he first subdue those small races and accumulate strength before fighting to the death with the Sorcerer Tribe?
The demons could not guess.
At this moment.
"Report!"
Outside the hall, the guard who reported the news hurriedly ran to the hall and knelt in the middle of the hall.
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