For a moment, the entire area was silent.
Laozi sat there calmly, not caring about the reaction of the Ancestor of Sorcery at all.
After all, the deal was done.
He had obtained the item and the Half-Saint's technique had been described. However, the choice was up to the Grand Wizard himself.
Similarly, this is also a test for me.
If the Ancestor of Sorcery could not take on such a great responsibility, then there was no need to have any expectations for him.
On the contrary, if the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery could make up their minds and produce a few Half-Saints, they would be qualified to be the Three Pure Ones 'opponents.
Even if there was only one Half-Saint, as long as the Ancestor of Sorcery dared to make such a choice, he would be qualified to be looked upon highly by his father.
On the contrary, if they did not even dare to do this, then the Ancestor of Sorcery was not qualified to live in the name of the Pangu lineage.
Even if there were still people left in the end, they would only be the survivors and not the orthodox Pangu.
"Fellow Daoist, why don't you tell me the third reason why you came here?”
At this moment, Emperor Jiang sighed.
Although he was a little resentful and angry, he could not express it at this moment.
After all, his strength could not be underestimated. Even if he really attacked, even if he really did not fear his strength.
However, in the Hall of Pangu, he did not dare to say that he would succeed 100%. In fact, the Hall of Pangu might even be destroyed.
Most importantly, once I break through the Hall of Pangu and leave, I will not be able to escape.
With the power of a Saint, as well as the existence of primitive and heaven-reaching beings, he was definitely not someone the Sorcerer Tribe could provoke.
Therefore, even if they were at a disadvantage, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery did not dare to make a move.
"Simple!"
I looked at Emperor Jiang and a trace of disappointment flashed in my eyes.
After all, in the current situation, the latter did not express his stance, which meant that the group of Ancestors of Sorcery did not have the confidence and decisiveness to do so.
Thinking of this, Laozi slowly said,"The third thing is very simple."
"That is, I want to make a bet with the witch race.”
"Bet?"
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were stunned.
After exchanging glances, they didn't understand why Laozi would say that.
However, they weren't afraid. No matter what they were betting, they weren't afraid.
Looking at each other, Emperor Jiang asked,""May I ask what you want to bet on?”
As soon as he said that, the Ancestors of Sorcery looked at Laozi.
Even Xuan Qing and Xuan Du looked at him curiously.
Unlike the Ancestral Magus who did not know the situation.
Xuan Qing and Xuan both knew that Laozi had come to the Sorcerer Tribe personally not only to get something for Xuan Qing, but also because he had his own matters to attend to.
The previous two conditions were undoubtedly prepared for Xuan Qing.
The third thing is definitely my own business.
Under everyone's gaze, Laozi didn't keep them in suspense and said straightforwardly,"I want to bet with the Ancestors of Sorcery on Pangu's creation merit!”
What?
Bet on Pangu's merit of creating the world!
Hearing this, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were in an uproar.
Xuan Qing and Xuan Du widened their eyes in disbelief.
Xuan Qing, in particular, looked at Laozi in shock.
He was betting on Pangu's merit of creating the world.
He dared to do such a thing? This was simply shocking news.
That was the merit of Pangu's creation.
Pangu's body transformed into all things. Seventy percent of the Heaven and Earth Black and Yellow Qi and thirty percent of the Merit of Creation were absorbed by the Heaven and Earth Black and Yellow Pagoda. At this moment, they were the accompanying treasures of Laozi.
The other 30% of the Black Yellow Qi and 10% of the Merit of Creation condensed into the Black Yellow Ruler of Heaven and Earth and disappeared. Until now, no one knew where it was.
The remaining 60% of the Merit of Creation was divided between the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
But even so, the Three Pure Ones had already proved their Dao and become Saints with the help of the merit of Dao verification and the merit of creation.
And 30% of the Merit of Creation in the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery's bodies had yet to be used.
In the current situation, I'm actually scheming for the Merit of Creation from the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. This is really…
"Daddy, what do you mean?"
Zhurong took a step forward, its eyes spewing fire as it looked at Laozi with incomparable ruthlessness.
The latter's legs were weak, and he was scheming for the Merit of Creation of the Ancestors of Sorcery. This was definitely something that infuriated the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't beat him, he would have chopped him into pieces.
After all, this kind of thing could not be obtained casually, nor could it be casually gambled.
Although the other Ancestors of Sorcery did not speak, they were looking at Laozi with extremely unfriendly eyes.
For a moment, the entire area was filled with intense killing intent and baleful aura.
Under such circumstances, Xuan Qing and Xuan Du felt a chill run down their spines.
If it wasn't for me blocking them, the two of them would have died under this aura.
"Ancestors of Sorcery, there's no need to be angry."
Laozi was extremely indifferent to this.
He did not care about the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery's angry expressions and angry glares at all. He said casually,""You won't be able to use Pangu's karma of creation.”
"If that's the case, why not make another choice!”
Another choice?
Hearing this, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, Xuan Qing, and Xuan Du looked at Laozi curiously.
It was unknown what trump card he had that could make the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery fall into his trap. He was even full of confidence.
That was the merit of Pangu's creation. No matter how tempting it was, it was probably impossible to ignore his existence, right?
"Daddy, if you have something to say, say it."
Emperor Jiang said with a gloomy expression.
If they weren't curious about where his confidence came from, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery would have already started to chase him away.
"Essence Soul!"
Without any nonsense, Laozi said straightforwardly,""If you win, I'll let one of you Ancestral Magi have a Primordial Spirit.”
"On the other hand, if you lose, the merit of creation on you will belong to me!”
Hiss--
Essence Soul!
The pupils of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery shrank. They couldn't sit still anymore. They stood up and looked at Laozi in horror.
Even Xuan Qing was dumbstruck.
Allowing the Ancestral Magus to have a Primordial Spirit?
How was this possible?
This was a blatant fraud.
After all, everyone in Untainted Land knew that the Ancestor of Sorcery was transformed from the contaminated Pangu's blood essence.
It was because he had absorbed the Innate Turbid Qi and Innate Fiendish Qi that his physical body was extremely powerful and his strength was extremely terrifying.
But because of this, they had paid a huge price for it.
It directly caused the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery to lose their primordial spirits and lose the possibility of becoming a cultivator.
Otherwise, once an Ancestral Sorcerer had a Primordial Spirit, coupled with his terrifying physical strength and the power of the Laws, his future was almost certain.
Now, I'm actually using this matter as a bargaining chip. It's really shocking.
"Laozi, are you serious?"
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery breathed heavily, and Emperor Jiang's eyes were shining brightly.
After all, that was a primordial spirit.
The temptation of letting the Ancestral Magus possess a Primordial Spirit was too great for them.
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