Chapter 27: Wu-Demon War, Pangu True Body Appears

Wu Clan, Zhu Rong Tribe.

"Reporting to the Ancestral Witch, the casualties of our hunting team have been abnormal recently." A Wu clansman said to Zhu Rong, who was eating meat in big mouthfuls.

"What kind of abnormal way?" Zhu Rong asked.

"In the last ten years, the casualties of our Wu Clan's hunting team have been very high. We followed Ancestral Witch Pan Huang's instructions and only operated within the hundreds of millions of miles of Mount Buzhou. But starting ten years ago, the death rate of our hunting team began to increase inexplicably, and they were all wiped out, with no survivors."

"In these ten years, have you been to any relatively dangerous places?" Zhu Rong sat up straight and asked.

"No, we only operated within ten thousand miles of the tribe." The Wu clansman shook his head.

"This Ancestral Witch knows, you go down first." Zhu Rong nodded.

After this Wu clansman went down, Zhu Rong's brows furrowed. This was obviously someone targeting the Wu Clan!

The first thing Zhu Rong thought of was those two miscellaneous-feathered birds, Di Jun and Taiyi.

"Can't figure it out, it seems I still have to find Ninth Brother and Thirteenth Brother!" Zhu Rong patted his forehead. His brain couldn't think of such problems.

After arriving at Pan Huang's tribe, Leng Yue told Zhu Rong that Pan Huang had gone to the Pangu Hall. When Zhu Rong arrived at the Pangu Hall, he actually found that all the other Ancestral Witches were there.

"Everyone is here, I have something to say." Seeing everyone there, Zhu Rong said to everyone.

"Is it about the hunting team?" Shebishi asked.

"What? You guys also..."

"Yes, the death rate of our tribe's hunting team is also increasing inexplicably." Di Jiang nodded.

"It seems someone doesn't want us to have a good time!" Zhu Jiuyin narrowed his eyes and said gloomily. In fact, Zhu Jiuyin had always spoken like this, but now that he was speaking, that gloomy feeling was even heavier.

"Thirteenth Brother, what do you think?" After Zhu Jiuyin finished speaking, he looked at Pan Huang.

"Two points!" Pan Huang stretched out his right hand.

"Which two points?"

"First, the Demon Race, because the source of the hatred between us and the Demon Race has been long-standing. Don't expect them to abide by the oath. After all, merit and fortune can offset the backlash brought by the oath."

"Second, it is that there are great capable cultivators in the Primordial World calculating us." Pan Huang pressed down his second finger and said.

He didn't know why, but when he mentioned that great capable cultivators were calculating them, Tongtian's figure immediately appeared in his mind. They had offended quite a few, but there were only a few families with the ability to calculate the Wu Clan.

The Demon Race was of course the first suspect, the Three Pure Ones were after the Demon Race, and then there were the two in the West, and then there were famous people like Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun, and Ming He.

But the Wu Clan didn't know the West, had no contact with Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, and Ming He was a person of the Wu Clan, so only the Demon Race and the Three Pure Ones were left.

"Then what should we do now?" Tian Wu spread his hands. If they were asked to fight, they were good hands, but if they were asked to engage in intrigue, the Wu Clan was really not good at it. If they were asked to engage in intrigue, it would be better to kill them directly.

"Leave this matter to me and Thirteenth Brother." Seeing the worried expressions on everyone's faces, Zhu Jiuyin smiled.

"Fine, then leave it to Ninth Brother and Thirteenth Brother." Di Jiang nodded. Anyway, they were only responsible for fighting.

"Thirteenth Brother! Who do you think it is?" Zhu Jiuyin looked at Pan Huang and asked.

"I tend to think it's the Demon Race and a third-party force joining hands."

"Why not just the Demon Race, or just the third-party force?" Zhu Jiuyin frowned and asked.

"The Demon Race is not that stupid!"

"That's also right!"

"The matter should be like this: there should be a third-party force hunting my Wu clansmen in the name of the Demon Race, and then it was discovered by the Demon Race, but the Demon Race didn't stop it. They took advantage of the situation and framed it on that third party. Anyway, the ones who died were my Wu clansmen!" Pan Huang rubbed his chin and said.

"Then how do we pull out the force in the dark!" Zhu Jiuyin asked.

"Leave it to me!"

"Good!" Zhu Jiuyin nodded.

After returning to the Artifact Wu tribe, Pan Huang called Ruyi and asked her to use the Heavenly Secret Disk to calculate who was calculating the Wu Clan.

Just as Ruyi was calculating, the Three Pure Ones far away on Mount Kunlun suddenly had a feeling. Laozi immediately sacrificed the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Tower to wrap the three of them.

"Big Brother, what's going on?" Yuanshi Tianzun asked with some doubt.

Tongtian's face on the side also looked a bit unpleasant.

"It seems the Demon Race is calculating." Laozi said calmly.

He couldn't possibly think of the Wu Clan. After all, the Wu Clan didn't even have a primordial spirit, so how could they calculate heavenly secrets?

"Third Brother, it's time to stop." After a long time, Laozi put away the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Tower, and then said to Tongtian.

"Yes, Big Brother!" Tongtian nodded. Laozi and Yuanshi didn't see the resentment flashing in Tongtian's eyes as he lowered his head.

As the orthodox Pangu, he hadn't suffered any grievances from birth until now, but Pan Huang had made him lose face, so Tongtian wouldn't let it go.

In fact, the Three Pure Ones corresponded to three states, and Tongtian was this youthful impulsiveness. So, let him give up? It was impossible, unless a major mistake really occurred.

"So it was you guys!" Artifact Wu tribe, Pan Huang looked at the streak of golden merit in the Heavenly Secret Disk, and a cold smile appeared on his face. There were not many people in the Primordial World who could have so much merit. Unfortunately, Pan Huang happened to know.

However, he wasn't prepared to say it first. Since the Demon Race wanted to play, then play with them properly.

"Ninth Brother, sorry, I didn't calculate it, the other party's strength is very strong." Pan Huang found Zhu Jiuyin.

The reason he didn't say it was actually because he had his own calculations, which was to let the Three Pure Ones and the Wu Clan form a cause and effect.

After the Wu-Demon war, when living beings were charred, they would also have to bear a certain amount of cause and effect for the Wu Clan. Calculating their Wu Clan? This hand was stretched out, but it wasn't so easy to take back.

"Big Brother, since we can't calculate who it is, then we might as well treat it as the Demon Race. Anyway, the conflict between us and the Demon Race cannot be reconciled." The thirteen Ancestral Witches gathered again, and Pan Huang expressed his thoughts.

"I agree with Thirteenth Brother's point of view. If they want to fight, then fight." Shebishi was the first to stand up and support Pan Huang.

"Big Brother, our Sorcerer Clan hasn't appeared in the Primordial World for a long time. Since things have already become like this, let the living beings of the Primordial World see the strength of our Sorcerer Clan." Jumang also looked at Di Jiang.

"Good! Then fight!" Di Jiang nodded.

Just as the Wu Clan was preparing to take action, another thing happened.

This day, just as Di Jiang and the others passed the news of gathering the troops to the tribe, Jiu Feng and Xing Tian dragged their seriously injured bodies to the Artifact Wu tribe.

"Beg... beg Ancestral Witch to save Great Witch Jiu Feng." Xing Tian looked at the clansmen guarding the tribe and said, then fainted at the door of the Artifact Wu tribe.

After Pan Huang learned of this news, he immediately arranged for Jiu Feng and Xing Tian to go to the medical hall in the Artifact Wu tribe.

This was the gathering place for all medical-type artifact spirits. Pan Huang had considered this point when he was forging the clansmen.

"Ancestral Witch, Xing Tian and Jiu Feng are fine, they will recover after resting for a period of time." A medical artifact spirit said to Pan Huang.

"Fine!" Pan Huang nodded.

"Sister! Sister!" Pan Huang had just finished when he heard an anxious voice.

Then Qiang Liang rushed into the medical hall with people. When he saw the unconscious Jiu Feng, astonishing killing intent appeared on Qiang Liang's body, and at the same time, streaks of thunder light emerged from his body.

Seeing that Qiang Liang was about to lose control, Di Jiang immediately pressed his shoulder.

"Thirteenth Brother, what is their situation?" Di Jiang looked at Pan Huang.

"No big problem, they will be fine after resting for a few days, but after asking clearly about the reason for their injury, they must have a problem." Pan Huang looked at Di Jiang.

Other Ancestral Sorcerers didn't quite understand what Pan Huang meant, but Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin understood.

Three days later, Jiu Feng and Xing Tian woke up.

"What's going on?" Xing Tian saw a group of Ancestral Witches and just wanted to speak, but Qiang Liang spoke first.

"Reporting to Ancestral Witch Qiang Liang, it was the Demon Race. The Demon Race's Qin Yuan and Ci Tie besieged our hunting team. Jiu Feng and I heard the call for help in the surrounding area and rushed over to support, but the other party had many people and powerful strength, and finally..." Speaking of this, Xing Tian didn't continue, after all, it was a bit embarrassing.

"You are now seriously injured and dying with Jiu Feng, do you know? In the next hundred years, you and Jiu Feng are not allowed to take half a step out of the Pangu Hall." Hearing Xing Tian say this, Pan Huang immediately confirmed the previous plan in his heart.

"Ah! Ancestral Witch Pan Huang, Xing Tian knows he is wrong, I beg you to spare Xing Tian this time." Xing Tian thought Pan Huang was punishing him for not protecting Jiu Feng well, and hurriedly knelt before Pan Huang.

"Stand up!" Seeing Xing Tian like this, Qiang Liang hurriedly said.

"Ancestral Witch Qiang Liang, Xing Tian knows his sins are heavy, I ask the Ancestral Witch to give Xing Tian a chance to make up for his crimes."

"Get up, this is not to punish you." Zhu Jiuyin walked up at this time and said.

"Ah?" Xing Tian was stunned for a moment, and Jiu Feng, who was preparing to help Xing Tian explain, was also stunned in place.

"This matter is relatively complicated, you just stay in the Pangu Hall for these hundred years." Zhu Jiuyin didn't tell Xing Tian and the others too much, because with Xing Tian's temper, if he knew, he would definitely apply to enter the battlefield, and then the secret would be exposed.

"Yes!" Hearing Zhu Jiuyin say this, Xing Tian had to nod.

After Pan Huang and a group of Ancestral Witches walked out of the Pangu Hall, the expressions on their faces immediately turned into murderous expressions.

"Call the troops, conquer the Heavenly Court!" Di Jiang said coldly.

They didn't hide their tracks, so the forces paying attention to the Wu Clan soon discovered the movement of the Wu Clan.

Mount Kunlun.

Seeing the movement of the Wu Clan, Tongtian revealed a cruel smile on his face.

"A group of people who don't even have a primordial spirit, dare to call themselves orthodox Pangu? Hmph! This is the price of offending me, Tongtian."

After Tongtian finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a water mirror appeared before his eyes. The scene in the water mirror was exactly the scene of the Wu Clan calling the troops.

"An eventful autumn!" On the other side, Laozi and Yuanshi looked at the scene of the Wu Clan mobilizing troops and sighed.

If Pan Huang were here, he would definitely mock Laozi for being hypocritical. Looking at the entire Primordial World, among the big figures whose names could be mentioned, Laozi was the most hypocritical, and he always used a high-and-mighty posture to lecture others.

Demon Court.

Di Jun and the others had been paying attention to the Sorcerer Clan's affairs. They indeed, as Pan Huang guessed, discovered that someone was using the Demon Race's name to carry out assassinations with the Sorcerer Clan and chose to follow the plan. Anyway, the ones who died were the Sorcerer Clan. At the beginning, the Sorcerer Clan might have blamed this matter on the Demon Race, but after a long time, they couldn't find it out, but Zhu Jiuyin must be able to find it out.

After Zhu Jiuyin discovered it, the Sorcerer Clan would definitely look for the person calculating in the dark, and then the Demon Race could take advantage of the situation.

But this Wu Clan didn't play according to the routine, but directly mobilized troops. This was obviously to go to war with the Demon Race, which was something Di Jun never expected, so he didn't even have time to prepare.

"Kill!" After entering the Demon Court, Qiang Liang, as the vanguard, rushed out first. Instantly, the demon soldiers guarding the Demon Court were slaughtered by Qiang Liang and his tribe.

The ten great Demon Saints who received the news hurried over. Seeing this pile of corpses, they were instantly enraged.

"Who is Qin Yuan and Ci Tie." Seeing the ten great Demon Saints, Qiang Liang asked with killing intent all over his face.

"Little Wu Clan brat, you dare to attack my Demon Race, you are truly courting death! This Demon Saint is Ci Tie, let me meet you and see if this Wu Clan's Ancestral Witch is as powerful as the legend." Ci Tie roared and rushed up.

"Pan Huang, die for this Demon Saint!" Seeing Pan Huang, Gui Che subconsciously touched his neck. The shame of that year instantly appeared in his mind, and a piercing pain surged into his heart.

Gui Che subconsciously roared, and then rushed toward Pan Huang.

"Brothers, avenge the clansmen!" Shebishi roared.

The next second, Shebishi opened his mouth and spat, and a large mouthful of poisonous mist sprayed from his mouth, then filled the whole field. The Sorcerer clansmen shrouded in the poisonous mist didn't suffer any, but the faces of those Demon Race members turned black-purple at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then fell straight to the ground.

Seeing this, Bai Ze released a burst of soft white light from his body to shroud all the Demon Race in the field. Under the shroud of this white light, the black-purple on the faces of those Demon Race members who hadn't breathed their last recovered to a rosy color at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally became lively again.

"Hmph!" Seeing that Bai Ze could actually save these demon cubs of the Demon Race, Chi You roared and rushed toward Bai Ze with the Tiger Soul Blade in his hand.

This Tiger Soul Blade was forged by Pan Huang for Chi You. Because the heavenly secrets were wiped out, plus the recognition of artifact spirits and the recognition of Primordial Dharma treasures were two concepts, in the eyes of others, there was no Chi You's aura on the Tiger Soul Blade in Chi You's hand, which meant this was an ownerless Dharma treasure.

"Hahaha, a good treasure, it should belong to me." Fei Dan laughed and blocked in front of Bai Ze.

Fei Dan was a feather race who attained the Dao, originally resembling a rat, with red feet, and in human form, he was short and slightly wretched.

Clang—

The Tiger Soul Blade collided with Fei Dan's claws, sparking a large amount of sparks. Fei Dan was knocked flying by Chi You's blow, but he didn't suffer any injuries.

"Good treasure, it should belong to me." Fei Dan looked greedily at the Tiger Soul Blade in Chi You's hand.

On the other side, Gui Che and Pan Huang fought again. The thirteen Ancestral Sorcerers, except for Shebishi and Pan Huang, the other Ancestral Sorcerers didn't make a move, because Di Jun and Taiyi hadn't come yet. They had to help the Sorcerer clansmen and also guard against Di Jun, Taiyi, Kunpeng, Fuxi, and others.

"You weren't my opponent last time. Do you think you have the strength to face me after a few hundred years?" Pan Huang blocked Gui Che's angry punch and shook his hand with a smile.

Gui Che didn't speak when he heard Pan Huang's mockery, but the strength in his hand was even more sufficient. But now Pan Huang had adapted to Gui Che's attack, and he also began to become comfortable.

And seeing Pan Huang like this, the anger in Gui Che's heart became more and more prosperous, and his reason was gradually being replaced by anger. Seeing Gui Che like this, Pan Huang shook his head. A person who couldn't control his emotions didn't deserve to be his opponent at all.

Thinking of this, Pan Huang began to fight back. He prepared to turn the ten great Demon Saints into nine great Demon Saints today.

A person who couldn't control his emotions didn't deserve to be his opponent at all. Thinking of this, Pan Huang began to fight back. He prepared to turn the ten great Demon Saints into nine great Demon Saints today.

Only to see Pan Huang find an opportunity, dodge Gui Che's attack sideways, then bend his waist and arch his back, put his fist on his waist, made a sprint to Gui Che's side, and punched him in the stomach.

In just an instant, a blood hole appeared on Gui Che's stomach, and Pan Huang's hand pierced directly out from Gui Che's back.

"What a pity! If it were the era when the Golden Core Dao was prevalent, this blow would have completely crippled you." Pan Huang pulled out his hand, shook off the blood on his hand, and said in his heart.

"Ah! I want to kill you!" Feeling the pain on his body, Gui Che roared and transformed into his true form, wanting to suppress Pan Huang with his body advantage.

"Doing this again, no wonder you will fail." Pan Huang said with disdain.

The next second, an attack hit Pan Huang's body, which made the nine heads on Gui Che reveal a cruel and bloodthirsty smile. But this smile hadn't fully laughed out before it stiffened on his face, because the Pan Huang who was hit was slowly dissipating. It turned out that this was actually an afterimage.

"Not good!" Seeing that it was an afterimage, Gui Che felt the alarm bell ringing in his heart.

Sure enough, the next second Gui Che felt a sharp pain in his waist, and then the whole demon body was kicked flying by Pan Huang, falling into the Demon Race and smashing a large piece of the Demon Race to death.

Pan Huang followed closely, preparing to end Gui Che with this blow.

Zing—

A crisp sound appeared in Pan Huang's ears, and an extremely dangerous feeling immediately spread throughout Pan Huang's body. He stopped his body hard in the air, and then forcibly twisted his body.

After he landed, he was forced to retreat several steps because of the movement just now. After he stopped, he immediately felt a warmth coming from his neck. Reaching out to touch it, it was actually bright red blood.

Pan Huang looked up and saw several figures approaching quickly in the distance. These figures were Di Jun and the others, and the one who attacked Pan Huang just now was Fuxi, because the Fuxi Qin in his hand was emitting waves at this time.

"Was it you who sneak-attacked me just now?" Pan Huang wiped the blood from his neck and looked at Fuxi with narrowed eyes.

"Hmph!" Fuxi snorted coldly and didn't speak, but the meaning was already very clear.

"Very good!" Pan Huang grinned, and that mouthful of big white teeth somehow made Fuxi suddenly feel a dangerous feeling.

"Looking at Nüwa's face, I will spare you this time. Remember, only this once, not a second time." Pan Huang originally wanted to fight back, but he suddenly thought of something, put away the killing intent in his eyes, and said calmly.

Seeing Pan Huang like this, Fuxi thought he was afraid, snorted with disdain, and then began to pluck the strings. Dozens of sound blades flew into the Wu Clan, harvesting the lives of one Wu clansman after another.

"Thirteenth Brother doesn't care about you, but it doesn't mean we brothers don't care. Demon cubs, die for your grandfather!" Seeing the blood on Pan Huang's clothes, Shebishi roared and immediately turned to rush toward Fuxi.

Fuxi snorted coldly and plucked the strings. Countless sound blades flew toward Shebishi, but this poison of Shebishi was not ordinary poison. This was the poison of laws, the poison that could even dissolve space. Was he still afraid of these small sound blades?

In just an instant, Shebishi arrived in front of Fuxi. But just as he was about to attack, he was blocked by Kunpeng on the side.

"Miscellaneous-feathered bird, I thought you were also open and honest people. I didn't expect you to sneak-attack like that group of bugs in the Sea of Blood, and you also injured the Great Sorcerer of my Sorcerer Clan. This account should be settled today." After Kunpeng blocked Shebishi, Di Jiang spoke.

Di Jun instinctively wanted to refute, but couldn't find any reason, because they did indeed do so.

"Hmph! Do you think this is playing house?" Taiyi saw that Di Jun didn't speak and snorted coldly.

"Since you said so, then we can rest assured." Jumang's mouth revealed a smile.

Taiyi didn't quite understand what Jumang meant by this sentence, but he would understand soon.

"Kill!" Zhu Jiuyin shouted angrily, and time backtracking started instantly. The Sorcerer clansmen who had just died were instantly resurrected. This was the perverted aspect of the time law.

Di Jiang and the others didn't speak either. They shuttled through the Demon Race, killing one when they saw one. Soon, the Demon Race here was almost slaughtered by them. At this time, Taiyi finally reacted to what Jumang meant just now.

Dong—

A bell sound blocked the actions of the twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Shameless! Shameless to the extreme!" Taiyi roared, and then he also joined the battlefield.

Di Jun was the Demon Emperor, and now it was not the time for him to play, so he stood in the distance and commanded, suppressing the impulse to rush out.

But the strength of the twelve Ancestral Witches was too strong. Even the ten great Demon Saints couldn't stop them, because the twelve Ancestral Witches could actually use battle tactics.

The twelve Ancestral Sorcerers were led by Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin. Zhu Jiuyin was responsible for time backtracking and time acceleration, while Di Jiang was responsible for space cutting, and the other Ancestral Sorcerers were responsible for outer killing and rescue.

"Form the Demon Saint Array!" Bai Ze roared at this time.

Hearing Bai Ze's words, Gui Che subconsciously wanted to turn back to Bai Ze's side, but Pan Huang couldn't let him go over.

He didn't know what this so-called Demon Saint Array was, but as long as it was an array, it must be more powerful than fighting alone, so this array couldn't be formed.

"Get lost!" Gui Che transformed into human form and punched Pan Huang, then he used the force of flying backward to want to fly to Bai Ze's side.

But just after flying out not far, a whip entangled Gui Che's waist and pulled him back fiercely.

Bang—

Pan Huang smashed a punch on Gui Che's face, directly smashing his head. But the next second, a new head grew out from Gui Che's neck.

"I said, there are only nine great Demon Saints today, no ten great Demon Saints!" Pan Huang looked at the Gui Che before him and used a shameless group attack.

Si Teng and Zhong Ling were responsible for control, Leng Yue, Chong Li, and Ling Xi were responsible for frontal hard fighting, Liu Yun was responsible for sneak attacks, and Ruyi was constantly calculating Gui Che's next move on the side. This was the heaven-defying aspect of the Heavenly Secret Disk.

With the addition of the Artifact Wu clan leaders, Gui Che had no power to fight back at all. In just a dozen rounds, Gui Che was seriously injured, and only one head was left.

"The last blow, send you on your way!" Seeing Gui Che like this, Pan Huang revealed a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

His Wu Clan blood was stimulated now, so he would be like this. Only to see the gray law power filling Pan Huang's hands, he teleported to Gui Che's side and gave him a double-peak piercing ear.

Dong dong dong—

Several bell sounds rang continuously, and ripples spread toward Pan Huang's side, but Pan Huang didn't dodge at all. His eyes were full of madness and determination at this moment.

Bang bang—

Two muffled sounds reached everyone's ears. This first sound was the sound of Gui Che's head being smashed by Pan Huang, and this second sound was the sound of Pan Huang being knocked flying by the Eastern Emperor Bell and landing.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough, worthy of being the Chaos Bell, this power is really strong enough!" Pan Huang stood up tremblingly. At this time, he had lost his combat power.

All the bones in his body were shattered by the Eastern Emperor Bell. Being able to stand up was already the limit. If it weren't for the fact that he had been forging himself as a Dharma treasure since he was born, he would probably have died after those few hits!

Seeing that Pan Huang could still stand after taking the full blow of the innate supreme treasure, the Eastern Emperor flashed a trace of surprise in his eyes, and at the same time a trace of fear and killing intent.

"This child can withstand the full blow of the innate supreme treasure, he must not be left alive!" Such a thought appeared in Taiyi's heart.

Once this thought appeared, it grew wildly in Taiyi's heart like wild grass. Finally, he even left the battlefield directly and rushed toward Pan Huang. He wanted to kill Pan Huang, he wanted to make this existence that would threaten the Demon Race in the future disappear from this world completely.

"Good courage!"

"Miscellaneous-feathered bird, you dare!"

"Stop!"

The Ancestral Witches who were slaughtering the Demon Race saw this scene, their eyes widened, and they roared and rushed toward Pan Huang.

Seeing this scene, Taiyi became even more determined to kill Pan Huang.

Seeing Taiyi like this, Di Jun took out the River Map and Luo Book that had never been used, trapped the twelve Ancestral Sorcerers with the Hunyuan Heluo Array, and Kunpeng entered the array directly to contain the twelve Ancestral Sorcerers.

Even Nüwa, who had not made a move, made a move to prevent the other Ancestral Witches from saving Pan Huang.

Now that the Human Race had not yet been born, although Nüwa couldn't stand some of the Demon Race's styles, she was still the biggest beneficiary of the Demon Race. If the Wu Clan died an Ancestral Witch, it would greatly strike the Wu Clan, so the Demon Race's development would be smoother, so she had no reason not to make a move.

"Cough cough cough! My life is very hard!" Pan Huang looked at the rushing Taiyi and muttered to himself.

The next second, Pan Huang disappeared from where he was. Pan Huang had just disappeared from where he was, and Taiyi stood where Pan Huang had just stood.

Si Teng and the others were also seriously injured in Taiyi's attack just now, and even their origins were injured, so Pan Huang sent them back to the Pangu Hall the first time he stood up.

And this was Pan Huang's confidence. He was the master of all artifact spirits, and he could teleport to the side of any artifact spirit regardless of the distance of time and space, so it was very difficult for Taiyi to kill him.

Seeing Pan Huang disappear, Taiyi immediately looked around, and soon found Pan Huang on his front left. Taiyi didn't say a word and disappeared from where he was again.

When he appeared, he stood again at the position where Pan Huang had just stood. Like before, Pan Huang disappeared again.

But this time there was a difference from before, because an artifact spirit and a Wu clansman died in Taiyi's hands, and Pan Huang's eyes showed a trace of fluctuation, but this trace of fluctuation was quickly suppressed by him.

He could only hope that the twelve Ancestral Witches could break the array and come to save him, otherwise he could only escape back to the Pangu Hall, or die in battle here.

"Protect the Ancestral Witch!" Da Yi, Kua Fu, and others all rushed over and surrounded Pan Huang when they saw Pan Huang being chased by Taiyi.

"Hmph! Overestimating oneself!" Taiyi snorted coldly.

Pan Huang was also trying his best to recover his injuries at this time, because his flesh body had been forged as a Dharma treasure, so Pan Huang recovered very quickly.

In just this short while, he had already connected all the bones in his body, and all the bones in his body had grown well. Now only internal injuries remained, which was also the most important and most difficult place.

Bang bang bang—

A series of sounds rang out, and all the Great Witches were knocked flying by Taiyi's attack, suffering serious injuries when they landed.

"This Emperor wants to see who else can save you! Being able to survive under the full blow of the Eastern Emperor Bell, this Emperor admires your flesh strength very much. If we were not hostile forces, this Emperor would be very willing to make friends with you, but now there are not so many ifs." Taiyi looked at Pan Huang, a mocking look on his face.

Pan Huang's face was calm, but he was a bit happy in his heart. According to the consistent routine in novels, the villain always shows off after achieving a stage victory. Usually, at this time, the protagonist will rise up to resist, and then miraculously survive.

This is the principle that villains die from talking too much, and now Taiyi was in such a state of talking too much. Pan Huang could already confirm that he didn't have to die.

Just as he was thinking, a desolate and overbearing aura that seemed to come from the depths of Chaos suddenly overflowed from the Primordial Chaos Heluo Array.

The next second, Kunpeng and Fuxi flew out of the array with blood spitting out of their mouths. Seeing this, Nüwa hurriedly helped Fuxi up.

"Demon Emperor, run! Run quickly!" Fuxi didn't care about the injuries on his body at all, he looked at Di Jun with a terrified face and roared.

As for Kunpeng, when he flew out of the Primordial Chaos Heluo Array, he used that force to transform into his true form and fled directly.

Seeing the state of Fuxi and Kunpeng, Di Jun was a bit confused for a while, but the next second, he knew what was going on.

Boom—

Not long after Fuxi's voice fell, the Primordial Chaos Heluo Array exploded. Di Jun immediately suffered a backlash and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Run! Everyone, run quickly!" After spitting out this mouthful of blood, Di Jun seemed to have seen the most terrifying scene in his life. He roared loudly with a ferocious face, and then dragged Fuxi and disappeared from where he was.

Nüwa also saw the figure appearing in the array at this time, and she disappeared from where she was without saying a word.

Taiyi also saw that figure after the Primordial Chaos Heluo Array disappeared.

That was a figure wearing an unknown animal skin skirt, with muscles knotted all over his body, disheveled black hair, and an ancient, desolate, and overbearing aura emanating from his body.

When seeing this figure, Taiyi almost roared out his name: "Pangu!"

When Taiyi shouted this name, the Chaos Bell in his hand began to shake violently uncontrollably. Taiyi couldn't suppress it at all, but he couldn't let go.

Pfft—

A mouthful of essence blood was sprayed by Taiyi onto the Chaos Bell, which made the restlessness of the Chaos Bell smaller. It was this action that attracted the attention of Pangu's phantom.

P

The ten Demon Sages—no, now it was the nine Demon Sages—vanished from the spot the moment they heard Fuxi's roar. They were very self-aware and also knew how to take advice.

But the remaining members of the Demon Race were not so lucky. The Pangu phantom merely moved its body slightly, and that soul-snatching pressure turned all the Demon Race members present into blood mist.

After all the Demon Race members died, the True Body of Pangu disintegrated, turning back into the Twelve Ancestral Witches. However, they were all kneeling on one knee now, gasping for air. Clearly, summoning the True Body of Pangu was too much for them to handle.

Mount Kunlun.

When the True Body of Pangu appeared, the Three Pure Ones immediately felt a restlessness in their primordial spirits. They suppressed the agitation of their primordial spirit origins with all their might, which prevented their origins from leaving their bodies, but the result was that they all suffered some injuries to their primordial spirits.

Although the injuries were not severe, injuries to the primordial spirit are the hardest to recover from.

"Was that... Father God just now?" Tongtian asked uncertainly.

"I didn't expect the Ancestral Witches to have such a method." Laozi looked at Mount Buzhou, which reached into the sky at the edge of the horizon, a mysterious light flickering in his eyes.

"The Wu Clan must die!" Yuanshi Tianzun said at this moment, his tone icy cold; it was a fear and hatred born from the bottom of his heart.

If the Wu Clan did not die, the Three Pure Ones would have no peace. The current Ancestral Witches only had the strength of the peak Da Luo Golden Immortal, yet the Pangu phantom they summoned could shake the primordial spirits of the Three Pure Ones. What if the Ancestral Witches reached the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm? The Three Pure Ones dared not think, nor could they afford to think about it.

"The Wu Clan cannot be left alive!" Laozi nodded at this time as well.

Tongtian naturally agreed; after all, the feeling of his primordial spirit being torn apart just now was still fresh in his mind. If the Wu Clan were allowed to live, their future days would certainly not be easy.

West Kunlun.

Feeling the pressure that filled the entire Primordial World and seeing that heaven-supporting Pangu phantom, the Queen Mother of the West knelt directly on the ground.

Is this the foundation of the Wu Clan? It is truly terrifying. Worthy of being the orthodox descendants of Pangu, to be able to summon the Pangu phantom. The title of the number one race in the Primordial World is now firmly theirs.

The Sea of Blood.

"Hahaha, the Father God phantom, it's actually the Father God phantom, hahaha!" Styx looked at the Pangu phantom, his face full of excitement.

Now his bloodline was also the Pangu bloodline. He had felt that pressure just now, but what he felt more was a sense of intimacy. Is this the foundation of my Sorcerer Clan? It is truly terrifying! I wonder what role Ancestral Sorcerer Panhuang played in this.

Daoist Mosquito looked at the Pangu phantom with a worried expression on his face, because he knew the drawbacks of the True Body of Pangu.

"Fellow Daoist Styx, I need a batch of blood water from the Sea of Blood now; my main body should really need this." Daoist Mosquito said to Styx.

"No problem!" Styx nodded.

Although the blood water of the Sea of Blood was still filthy, it was not as filthy as it had been at the beginning. After obtaining the Pangu bloodline, Styx began to slowly refine the Sea of Blood. Now, the Sea of Blood had been preliminarily refined by him, and during this period, the impurities in the Sea of Blood had all been absorbed by Daoist Mosquito.

Wuzhuang Temple.

"Hiss! Is this the Great God Pangu? To have such power with just a phantom, I really don't know how strong the Great God Pangu was at his peak!" Zhenyuanzi said with a look of horror.

"Indeed! I didn't expect the Sorcerer Clan's foundation to be so deep, worthy of being the orthodox descendants of Pangu." Hongyun nodded.

Zhenyuanzi turned his head to look at Hongyun, whose expression of horror and awe had not yet faded, and an idea appeared in his heart.

The fact that Kunpeng wanted to kill Hongyun was no longer a secret in the entire Primordial World, because Hongyun had caused Kunpeng to lose his prayer mat, which was why Kunpeng wanted to kill Hongyun.

If he could establish a relationship with the Sorcerer Clan, could the Sorcerer Clan protect Hongyun? The more Zhenyuanzi thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. After all, even if the Dao Ancestor came, he would probably have to weigh the consequences of that Pangu phantom, right?

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, let's go!" Zhenyuanzi said to Hongyun after thinking of this.

"Go where?" Hongyun asked.

"To the Sorcerer Clan, to pay a visit to the Ancestral Sorcerers of the Sorcerer Clan." Zhenyuanzi said with a smile.

"Good, such heroes are indeed worth visiting." Hongyun thought for a moment and said.

"I'll go pick some fruits first, then we'll set off." Zhenyuanzi said, then went to the backyard.

In the West, Jieyin and Zhunti had their mouths wide open, the horror and shock still hanging on their faces.

"Senior Brother, the East is truly dangerous. They can even summon the Great God Pangu. Just now, feeling the pressure of the Great God Pangu, I thought I was going to die." Zhunti said with lingering fear.

"Junior Brother, let's not go to the East for the time being. Let's wait for a while." After hearing Zhunti's words, Jieyin also said.

"Good!" Zhunti nodded quickly.

Just like that, a Pangu phantom caused the entire Primordial World to tremble, and they truly understood the strength and foundation of the Wu Clan.

At the same time, because of this strength and foundation, the hundred races of the Primordial World could not muster even a shred of fighting spirit.

When two sides are evenly matched, that is when they clamor the loudest, but when one side crushes the other, silence is the best choice. At this moment, the hundred races of the Primordial World were in exactly that state.

The Zixiao Palace.

When the Pangu phantom appeared, Hongjun, who had not moved for several epochs, stood up directly from his prayer mat, a trace of horror appearing in his eyes.

"How is this possible? How is this possible? Pangu actually left a backup plan; he didn't die completely!" Hongjun muttered to himself.

But the next second, his eyes became sinister.

"The Primordial World has been opened, let the Great God Pangu, who transformed into all things, remain in history. One legend is enough for the Primordial World." Hongjun looked at Mount Buzhou and muttered to himself.

Because of the appearance of the Pangu phantom this time, the entire Primordial World was in chaos. It could be said that a few were happy while many were worried; of course, those who were happy were in the minority, while those who were worried occupied the vast majority.

Although the Sorcerer Clan won this battle, it was a pyrrhic victory. After all, the casualty rate of the Sorcerer Clan this time was higher than that of the Demon Race, and the Ancestral Sorcerers all suffered different degrees of injuries due to summoning the Pangu phantom. After returning to Mount Buzhou, Panhuang had his clansmen gather all the corpses of the Sorcerer Clan and the artifact spirits by the blood pool. When his condition improved slightly, he would refine these corpses again and replenish the blood pool.

As for the corpses of the artifact spirits, they were handed over to Ling Chui, so she could refine the clansmen again.

"Big Brother, how are you all feeling?" Panhuang asked with concern, looking at the pale-faced Di Jiang and the others.

"It's fine, we'll be okay after resting for a while." Di Jiang waved his hand.

"We still need to familiarize ourselves with the True Body of Pangu more, otherwise next time, we might die ourselves before the battle even begins." Zhu Jiuyin said weakly. At this moment, there was no longer that sinister feeling in his words.

On the Demon Race side, Di Jun and the others were gathered at Tang Valley with unsightly expressions. The reason they were at Tang Valley instead of the Demon Court was because everyone was afraid—afraid that the True Body of Pangu would suddenly appear at the Demon Court and wipe them all out in one go.

"Everyone, speak your minds." After a long silence, Di Jun took a deep breath and asked.

But still, no one was willing to speak, because they simply didn't know what to say. After all, that was Pangu—the existence who opened the heavens and earth and transformed into all things. How could they possibly have any ideas?

"I have a point of view." After a long silence, Bai Ze suddenly spoke.

"Let's hear it!" The eyes of Di Jun and the others turned to Bai Ze.

"I am thinking about a question: why haven't we received news of the Wu Clan attacking the Demon Court yet?" Bai Ze looked at everyone and asked.

"What do you mean?" Taiyi frowned.

"I know!" At this moment, Nüwa suddenly spoke.

Everyone turned their eyes to Nüwa again, expecting her to say something.

"We haven't received news of the Demon Court being besieged, which means the Wu Clan didn't choose to besiege it. But we have already fled, their advantage is huge, and they have the Pangu phantom, so why didn't they attack the Demon Court?" Nüwa looked at everyone and also asked a question.

"I really hate the way you are talking right now." Taiyi's brow furrowed even deeper. He was not a person who liked to think, and these few sentences had left him completely confused.

"Little Sister! Are you talking about the drawbacks?" Fuxi's eyes lit up.

"That's right, the drawbacks. Although the Ancestral Witches can summon the Pangu phantom, they must have limitations, otherwise it doesn't make sense—with such a huge advantage, why wouldn't they attack the Demon Court? You must know that even the Dao Ancestor would probably have to expend some effort when facing that Pangu phantom." Nüwa nodded.

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