What the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Sanqing didn't know was that while they were fighting for their lives, Sun Star had a pair of eyes that were admiring it with relish and secretly imitating it.

The aftermath of the war shook the entire eastern part of the wilderness, and many great powers were awakened.

"Sanqing actually broke through to Quasi-Saint!?"

"A quasi-saint-level strongman was born among the ancestral witches?"

Not only were they surprised by the strength of Sanqing, they were also even more surprised by the strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

This group of idiots who know how to fight and kill all day long, and whose minds are full of fighting, actually walked in front of them, which is a bit unacceptable.

The faces of Bai Ze, Ji Meng, Yingzhao and other powerful people became extremely ugly after feeling the terrifying aura of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

They thought that Zixiao Palace would be able to bridge the gap with the ancestral witches after hearing the sermon, but they did not expect that they would still be separated.

The strongest among them at present is only Daluo Jinxian Perfection, and most of them are still in the late stage. With this kind of strength, they cannot compete with the ancestral witches, and they can only run away.

"Bai Ze, please give me some help. If this continues, our race will have no room to survive!" Ji Meng said with an ugly expression.

Now they can only hide in Tibet and have no strength to confront the ancestral witches head-on.

Over the past ten thousand years, the Wu Clan has expanded wildly, snatching resources and occupying territory, and their living space has become smaller and smaller. Sooner or later, there will be no room for them in the entire prehistoric world.

"Why has Nuwa been so reluctant to integrate all ethnic groups? Is she trying to trick us?" Gui Che said with some dissatisfaction. Nuwa had promised them before they heard the sermon, but there has been no movement until now.

"Don't worry, Nuwa said that after he kills the corpse, she will come forward to lead all the tribes." Bai Ze said calmly. All this had already been said in Zixiao Palace.

"It's a pity. It would be great if Jinwu could come forward." Ji Meng said with a look of regret.

"It is said that fellow Taoist Lingxiao has broken through to Quasi-Saint. I don't know if it is true or not. Bai Ze, why don't we go to Sun Star again?"

Halfway through his words, Ji Meng asked with his eyes brightening.

Bai Ze paused for a moment, shook his head slightly and said: "No need, Saint Hongjun asked them to establish the Heavenly Court and refused, so how could he come forward to integrate all races?"

"Forget it, forget it, in my opinion the Golden Crow doesn't dare to face the Twelve Ancestral Witches, so what's the point of looking for them? Even if the one named Ling Xiao is a quasi-sage, he can't reverse the current situation."

"Can he still challenge the twelve ancestral witches alone?"

Jiuying said nonchalantly, almost making himself laugh.

"You're saying this as if letting Nuwa come forward can reverse the situation?" Ji Meng came up with a little bear, spread his hands, and spoke back.

"Ji Meng! What do you mean by this? Do you think what I said is wrong?" Jiuying looked angry and asked loudly.

"Ah, right, right!" Ji Meng nodded repeatedly, not intending to argue.

"You..." Jiuying was so angry that he started to take action and took Ji Meng out to practice.

"Okay!" Bai Ze slapped the feather fan in his hand and shouted in a deep voice: "Stop making trouble."

"I have secretly contacted Kunpeng. He will come forward together with Nuwa Fuxi to integrate all races."

He said calmly, but his words revealed a kind of confidence and calmness.

All the powerful officials present looked at Bai Ze in surprise. They did not expect that this boy had secretly abducted Kunpeng.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng will be able to kill corpses and become a quasi-sage in the near future. With Nuwa and Fuxi, as well as everyone here, we may not be able to compete with the Wu clan."

Bai Ze said calmly and confidently, shaking the feather fan in his hand.

Once Nuwa Kunpeng and others come forward to integrate all races into a whole, then they will have a chance to fight against the Witch Clan.

The reason why today's Ten Thousand Clans cannot defeat the Wu Clan is that, firstly, they do not have high-end combat power, and secondly, they are a piece of loose sand, with pieces here and there.

As long as these two problems are solved, there may not be any chance of encountering the Wu clan.

"So, we will have three quasi-sages here?"

The great powers were pleasantly surprised, and the situation suddenly turned around. With the addition of the three quasi-sages, and by uniting all races, they indeed had a chance to fight against the Witch Clan.

No wonder Bai Ze didn't plan to go to Sanwu. It turned out that he had arranged everything secretly long ago. This lineup configuration is indeed much stronger than Sanwu.

Even though Ling Xiao is a quasi-sage, they have already booked three quasi-sages.

Both fools one and three know how to choose.

"Now that the Three Pure Ones are involved in the Twelve Ancestral Witches, this may be our opportunity."

"Seizing this opportunity to secretly mobilize all races, I secretly went to Buzhou Mountain to discuss this matter with fellow Taoist Nuwa."

Bai Ze stood up and said to the powerful people.

"Ji Meng, you don't need to come with me this time."

He was worried and mentioned it one more time.

Afterwards, the great powers left the cave and flew to various places in the wilderness.

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To the west, Mount Sumeru.

After Jie Yin Zhunti felt that Sanqing had become a quasi-sage, he became a little uneasy.

They were once again surpassed by Sanqing.

Originally, they were supposed to be the first to behead the corpse, as they had already attained the perfection of Daluo Jinxian long before the sermon was given.

But after being seriously injured by Hongmeng Cauldron, the progress was delayed.

"Damn Jinwu, damn Lingxiao! If it weren't for them, we would definitely have become quasi-sages earlier than Sanqing!" Zhunti's face was gloomy, and he became angry at the thought of this.

He originally wanted to avenge Buzhoushan for the humiliation, but he was severely injured again, adding insult to injury!

Not only was it humiliating, but there was also a sense of powerlessness. Who would have thought that Ling Xiao could defeat them with only magic weapons.

"When we become quasi-sages, we will definitely avenge this!" Zhunti looked at his senior brother for approval.

Jie Yin paused for a moment and said: "In my opinion, even if you become a quasi-sage, it is not that easy to take revenge."

His eyes flickered constantly, and in an instant, there seemed to be endless calculations.

"When we become quasi-sages, Ling Xiao's strength will probably be further improved. With the addition of the other two Golden Crows and the Sun Star Formation, it's not that simple to take revenge. At most, we can only suppress Ling Xiao, but we will definitely not be able to kill him."

"What should we do? Shouldn't we avenge this revenge?" Zhunti was very unwilling. He thought that he could get revenge by breaking through the Quasi-Sage, but at present, he still cannot get what he wants.

"Why can Ling Xiao's cultivation level be higher than ours even if he doesn't listen to Taoism?"

Zhunti issued a soul torture, which he couldn't figure out at all.

Jie Yin smiled dumbly and said: "Maybe he got a great opportunity, but if he doesn't listen to the sermon, this is also a great loss."

"The saint will accept disciples next time he preaches. As long as we become the saint's disciples, shouldn't we be able to handle a little golden crow at will?"

As soon as he said this, Zhunti's eyes flashed and his face showed joy, "Yes, if we can become disciples of a saint, then becoming a saint will not be too difficult..."

"The top priority is to kill the corpse first. Only by becoming a quasi-sage can we take the lead and become disciples of the saint!"
Chapter completed!