Emperor Jiang fought happily.
On the battlefield, Xuan Ming used the nomological laws of rain to absorb the power of the demons on the battlefield while replenishing it with merit.
Its power was so abundant that it was almost overflowing.
Even though the Law of Rain was slightly weaker than the Grand Sun Primordial Fire.
However, there were too many of them.
With the support of his huge foundation, every time Xuan Ming attacked, it was like a huge ocean pouring down.
Although the Grand Sun Primordial Fire could burn everything, it had to follow the principle of mutual promotion and restriction.
It was just that the consumption was relatively small.
However, facing Xuan Ming, Dijun suddenly felt powerless.
Was the water vapor produced by Xuan Ming strong?
It was not strong. At least, in Dijun's eyes, it was the most ordinary water of nature.
If they were able to hold up the sky, they would also have more laws to support them.
If this was in the past, a small spark from him could burn an entire river.
However, the problem was that every attack from Xuan Ming seemed to overturn the Heavenly River!
Dijun felt that he had been in the water for so long.
The Grand Sun Primordial Fire on his body was almost exhausted, and his magic power was also starting to run out.
On the other hand, Xuan Ming was still full of energy and seemed to be getting more and more energetic!
What the f * ck!
How was he supposed to play?
As for Houtu, it was needless to say.
Not to mention that Houtu's strength was not weaker than Xuan Ming's. With the Law of Earth in hand, she stood on the ground and was almost invincible on her face.
Just Houtu's opponent, Kun Peng, alone.
If one were to say who was crafty in the Untainted Land, Kun Peng would be ranked second. No one would dare to be ranked first.
Even Zhunti's River Styx had to be pushed back a little.
After seeing that Dijiang Taiyi was at a disadvantage, Kun Peng began to swim crazily.
The battle had reached its climax, but Kun Peng did not even take out his Dharma treasure.
The consumption of magic power was less than ten percent.
The battle between the Sorcerer Tribe and the Demon Tribe seemed to have reached a conclusion.
The defeat of the demons seemed to be only a matter of time.
Emperor Jiang continued to hammer the Bell of Chaos. While he was excited, he thought of Zhou Yuan.
"Awesome! It was too awesome!
This time, it was all thanks to the little fellow!
If it weren't for these merits, even if our Sorcerer Tribe could win this time, we would have fallen into a bitter battle.”
"After we go back, we have to find more spiritual fruits for the little guy.”
As he thought about it, Emperor Jiang's fist became even more powerful.
Xuan Ming was also getting more and more excited.
The Dijun in front of him no longer had the same air as before.
The flames of the Three-legged Golden Crow's body were almost completely extinguished by him.
He could vaguely see the hair on the Golden Crow.
But it seemed to be bare.
Thinking about it, it made sense. The Three-legged Golden Crow used fire as its feathers. Now that the fire was gone, it seemed normal for it to be bare below.
However, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a roasted chicken that had yet to shed all its feathers.
Not to mention how much physical damage Xuan Ming had caused, but the mental damage was enough to make Dijun suffer.
"Hmph, if you want to compete with me in terms of reserves, I can crush you to death with the power transformed from my merit!”
Although merit points were hard to come by, Xuan Ming was not worried that he would not be able to replenish the merit points that he had used up with Zhou Yuan.
The merit he had consumed was only enough for the little fellow to eat two or three spiritual fruits.
Whether it was Xuanming Houtu or Emperor Jiang, they were both grateful to Zhou Yuan.
With Emperor Jiang, Xuan Ming, and Houtu, the demons were at a complete disadvantage.
Di Jun gritted his teeth and took the blow from Xuan Ming.
He took advantage of the situation and flew towards the Eastern Emperor.
He grabbed Donghuang and quickly retreated to the back of the demon line.
The speed was so fast that Emperor Jiang was lost in thought and did not react in time.
"Bastard!"
Looking at Taiyi in his arms, Dijun gritted his teeth.
At this moment, Taiyi was already bleeding from his seven orifices, and his consciousness was not clear!
It made sense. Who else would be in the bell jar and try being hit?
Moreover, the one who rang the bell was an Ancestral Sorcerer.
" Form the Heavenly Stars Formation!!!"
After the fight, Emperor Jun understood that the Demon Tribe was no match for the Wu Tribe in a one-on-one fight.
Dijiang Xuanming and Houtu were simply bugs.
Right now, the only way out for the demons was to form the Heavenly Stars Formation and use the advantage of the formation to turn the tide of the battle.
Emperor Jun gave the order.
Ten demon gods and 3,000 demon monarchs arrived in an instant.
Emperor Jun's head is above the river map and Luo book.
The Heavenly Cycle Stars Formation appeared in the void, recording the positions of all the stars in the sky.
The demon soldiers stood in the middle of the formation and used the stars as the eye of the formation.
The power that erupted was enough to cross realms.
This was also the biggest killing weapon that Dijun had.
With his current cultivation in the Quasi-Sage Realm, becoming the eye of the Heavenly Cycle Stars Array would allow him to be infinitely close to a Sage.
In an instant, the flames around the Three-legged Golden Crow that were about to extinguish began to burn again with a cry.
Emperor Jun's momentum also began to rise along with the Heavenly Cycle Stars Formation.
Emperor Jiang and the other Ancestors of Sorcery looked at the Demon Tribe's movements and did not panic.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself!"
"Do you really think that the Sorcerer Tribe has no trump cards?”
Emperor Jiang's eyes were filled with disdain.
Emperor Jiang shouted.
"Father, please!"
"Twelve Divine Killing Formation!"
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery shouted in unison.
"Shaman!"
A rhythm that seemed to come from the primordial chaos tore through the river of time and space.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery's figures began to turn illusory and eventually disappeared.
When he looked again, the place where the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had stood had become a towering giant.
The giant's eyes were tightly shut, and he was dressed in beast skin.
An ancient and oppressive aura filled the entire place.
Thunder boomed in the sky.
However, the lightning continued to surge, but it did not dare to get close to the giant.
It seemed that even the heavenly lightning was afraid of this giant.
"Shaman!"
Everyone was stunned. The burly man who had his eyes closed suddenly opened them.
A furious roar resounded throughout the entire Wilderness.
With a wave of his hand, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered.
It landed in the burly man's hand and turned into a huge axe!
" This is God Pangu!!!"
All the creatures in the Primordial World were inextricably linked to Pangu.
There was a brand in his divine sense.
When he saw this figure, he immediately reacted.
At this moment, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were all standing in the body of the Pangu phantom.
The next moment,'Pangu' stepped forward with a giant axe in his hand and hacked at the Three-legged Golden Crow that was transformed from Emperor Jun.
This axe carried the momentum of splitting the sky.
He wanted to dodge, but he couldn't.
"Swoosh!"
Dijun cried out, and the flames on his body became hotter.
The power of the entire Heavenly Cycle Stars Array was gathered in one place.
Enshrouded in endless Grand Sun Primordial Fire, Dijun rushed forward to meet the attack.
Energy collided, and a dazzling white light flashed through the day!
Even the powerful existences could not help but close their eyes when faced with this intense light.
The battlefield became silent because of this energy collision.
The music is loud and the voice is loud.
After familiarizing himself with it, the white light dissipated.
The Pangu Giant was still standing there, holding the axe in his hand.
On the other hand, the Real Sun Fire on Dijun's body became dispirited again.
"This, how is this possible?
How can the gap be so big!"
The Almighty was shocked.
The Heavenly Cycle Stars Formation and the Twelve Divine Bane Formation were both top-notch formations.
Logically speaking, the confrontation between the two shouldn't be such a one-sided situation.
"It's merit!"
Someone suddenly called out.
All the mighty figures reacted at once.
"Yes, that's right. It's because of these merits.
With the support of merit, the Dutian Twelve Gods Killing Formation was much stronger than the Heavenly Cycle Stars Formation!”
All the mighty figures pointed it out.
"It seems that the Sorcerer Tribe has won this battle between the Sorcerer Tribe and Demon Tribe. Putting everything else aside, just the merit points alone are an advantage that can't be compensated for.”
"I just don't know where the merit of the Sorcerer Tribe comes from.”
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