With Emperor Jiang's roar, the fighting spirit of the Voodoo Race soldiers was ignited.
The Shamans were a race that loved to fight. They cultivated baleful aura and had a strong temperament. At that moment, on the battlefield, they had all turned into fearless killing gods.
The weapons in their hands kept hitting the demons.
Screams spread for hundreds of millions of miles.
The entire battlefield was like a millstone of flesh and blood, constantly devouring life after life.
And this was only the battle between the low-level demons and the witch race.
Seeing that his subordinates had started to attack, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery stood up, led by Emperor Jiang.
"Hmph, I haven't exercised my muscles and bones for a long time. It's time to exercise.
If I don't pluck all of Dijun's feathers today, I'll be the one coming!”
"Ancestral Sorcerer True Body!"
With Emperor Jiang's low roar, the true body of the Ancestor of Sorcery appeared again.
Behind him, Zhurong, Gonggong, Candle Dragon, and the other Ancestors of Sorcery did not want to be outdone and revealed their true forms.
In an instant, twelve giant figures soared into the sky on the battlefield, as if they wanted to crush the space.
With every step he took, the world shook.
With a wave of his hand, millions of demons were killed or injured.
"Shaman Tribe! How dare you kill demons in front of me! I'll definitely demand an explanation from you today!"
"Taiyi!"
Emperor Jun's dragon robe was fluttering. A huge sun rose behind his head, and the blazing fire swept across the starry sky.
All sentient beings heard a bird's cry.
When he looked up again, two three-legged Golden Crows whose figures were not inferior to the true body of the Ancestor of Sorcery had already appeared in front of him.
The Golden Crow spat out the Grand Sun Primordial Fire, and a scarlet-golden flame appeared. Even the stable space was burned open, revealing the endless void behind it.
"Good timing!"
Emperor Jiang wasn't afraid of the terrifying Grand Sun Primordial Fire at all. He punched forward with the Ancestral Sorcerer's True Body.
No matter how many changes you make, I will break it with one punch!
Two terrifying energies intertwined.
Countless stars in the sky turned into dust under the aftershock of this attack.
And this was just an ordinary attack.
Just the beginning of the war was already so tragic.
At the border, the barren land was scorched by the Grand Sun Primordial Fire, and the dangerous mountains and rivers were turned into nothingness.
Countless stars in the sky were also turned into dust by the terrifying body of the Ancestor of Sorcery.
"I didn't expect the Wizard Tribe's Ancestor of Sorcery to be so powerful!
As expected of someone transformed from Pangu's blood essence. Who could compare to this physical body?”
" Emperor Jun and Donghuang of the Demon Tribe are not bad either. The Real Sun Fire burns everything it touches. Although the Wu Tribe's Ancestor of Sorcery seems to be taking it head-on, it's not easy either. Don't you see that his fists are a little charred?”
"But if they were hit by the Ancestor of Sorcery, even Emperor Jun and Donghuang would be seriously injured, right?”
As the war began, countless Almighties in the Untainted Land sent their Divine Senses over.
Although he was not prepared to participate in this battle, he still had to watch the show.
All of a sudden, all the Immortal Spirits started to guess. They wanted to know which side would win the battle between the Sorcerer Tribe and the Demon Tribe.
The battle continued.
Emperor Jun and Donghuang took back the Grand Sun Primordial Fire.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery did not continue to attack. Instead, they stood in the air and looked at Emperor Jun and Donghuang.
That wave of attack seemed fierce, but both sides knew that it was just a test.
After this round of testing, both sides had a rough estimate of each other's strength.
"Hmph, that's all you're capable of."
Donghuang Taiyi looked at the group of Ancestors of Sorcery and snorted coldly. His words were full of disdain.
"Brother, I have the Connate Cardinal treasure, the Bell of Chaos. I'll hold off the six Ancestors of Sorcery in this battle!
What do you think of joining forces with the ten demon gods to deal with the remaining Ancestors of Sorcery?”
Donghuang Taiyi was extremely confident with the Bell of Chaos, a Connate cardinal treasure.
Now, he had to fight against six Ancestors of Sorcery alone.
"Taiyi, can you do it?"
Even Emperor Jun couldn't help but worry when he heard Taiyi's words.
Even though they knew that the Bell of Chaos was a Connate Cardinal treasure that could attack and defend at the same time, and its power was unpredictable, they were still six Ancestors of Sorcery.
Although he looked down on them, Emperor Jun knew in his heart that none of these Ancestors of Sorcery were easy to deal with.
Even though they were unable to use Connate Numinous treasures, they were still unable to use them.
However, the physical body of the Wu Tribe was an indestructible spiritual treasure, which was why Emperor Jun had a headache.
He had always felt aggrieved when he fought against the Sorcerer Tribe.
The Wizard Tribe almost did not know how to defend themselves. They allowed the attacks to hit their bodies and endured the pain to give you a blow. They had always fought with injuries for injuries and their lives.
If he was not careful, he might die.
Therefore, even Dijun felt aggrieved.
He had to be very careful when facing one of these Sorcerer Tribesmen, but now, Taiyi had to face six of them alone.
"Don't worry, brother. I have the Bell of Chaos. Even the Ancestral Magi can't break through this defense.”
Taiyi was determined. Without waiting for Emperor Jun to say anything, he charged at the Ancestors of Sorcery with the Bell of Chaos.
"Let's do as Taiyi says! Do it!"
Now that Taiyi had already rushed over, it was too late to stop him. Emperor Jun could only grit his teeth and give the order.
All of a sudden, Kun Peng, Fuxi, and the ten demon gods rushed out of the formation.
As for the direction, it was naturally the twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
"You're quite bold to actually dare to attack.”
"You guys go deal with the other demons. I'll deal with Taiyi myself!”
Emperor Jiang looked at Tai Yi, who was charging ahead, with disdain in his eyes. The veins on his arms bulged.
Although Emperor Jiang said this to the Ancestral Magi, many Immortal Spirits heard it.
Many of the surrounding Almighties heard Emperor Jiang's words.
"What?! Emperor Jiang plans to deal with Taiyi himself?"
"What a joke! Taiyi had a Connate cardinal treasure, the Bell of Chaos!
Even an Ancestral Wizard could not break through the defense. Wasn't fighting like this looking for a beating?”
"Looks like the rumors are true. The Sorcerer Tribe is a bunch of brainless fellows.”
The surrounding Almighties did not have high hopes for Di Jiang. The main reason was that the Connate Cardinal treasure, the Bell of Chaos, was too powerful.
Taiyi, who was flying toward the Sorcerer Tribe at high speed, also heard Emperor Jiang's words. A cold light flashed in his eyes.
This was not bad.
He would kill Emperor Jiang as quickly as possible and then support his brother.
Moreover, Emperor Jiang was the leader of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. If he was killed, the Wu Tribe's spirit would be greatly reduced.
Thinking of this, Taiyi's movements became even faster.
The distance of a million miles was covered in an instant. The chaos above his head rushed toward Emperor Jiang.
The aura of laws lingered around Taiyi.
All the magic power in his body was pushed to the limit, and even the Grand Sun Primordial Fire turned pitch-black.
It was obvious that he was prepared to kill Emperor Jiang in one strike.
Bang!
A bell chime rang out from the Bell of Chaos.
In an instant, space shattered and time stopped.
Wherever the sound wave passed, it turned into nothingness.
The ultimate target of this attack was Emperor Jiang.
"Good timing."
Facing this terrifying attack, Emperor Jiang wasn't afraid. Instead, his eyes were filled with excitement.
"What is he doing!"
The surrounding Almighties saw Emperor Jiang clench his fists.
Under the shocked gazes of the immortal spirits, Emperor Jiang's cultivation was fully revealed.
An extremely dazzling Golden Wheel of Merit appeared behind the head of the terrifying Ancestral Sorcerer's True Body. His cultivation soared from the middle stage of the Sage-to-be Realm to the late stage of the Sage-to-be Realm.
Facing this terrifying attack from the primordial chaos, he punched out!
In an instant, everything calmed down and returned to silence.
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