Inside Zixiao Palace.
Hongjun's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
The Thirteen Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation?
What the hell was that?
It could even overturn Zixiao Palace?
Just as Hongjun was muttering to himself inwardly.
Qin Xuan smiled and said:
"Brothers, no rush."
As he spoke, he quietly gave the Ancestral Witches a meaningful look.
The moment the Ancestral Witches saw it, the anger in their hearts immediately subsided, and even their auras gradually steadied.
This kid definitely had a plan!
Qin Xuan glanced toward Zixiao Palace and sneered.
That old bastard was still as underhanded as ever!
Not only did he want Qin Xuan to bear the blame for monopolizing the treasures, he also wanted him to walk away empty-handed.
But with Xuan Ming and Hou Tu absent, how were they supposed to form the formation?
Besides, under Qin Xuan's restraint over the years, the twelve Ancestral Witches had hardly committed much slaughter.
The baleful energy within them was pitifully scarce, nowhere near enough to sustain the formation for long.
He had been pondering how to use another kind of power to replace baleful energy.
The first thing that came to mind was Merits of Creation.
If he could truly create a Thirteen Heavenly Merit Formation.
Would the Pangu True Body it summoned blind everyone's eyes...
For now, though, it was only an idea.
But he could not just swallow this loss for nothing.
He had seen it just now. Tongtian had suddenly vanished for a while, and when he reappeared, he had looked exhilarated.
Nine times out of ten, Hongjun had given all the treasures from Treasure Distribution Rock to the Three Pure Ones!
Wasn't that perfect?
Originally, taking Hongjun's opportunities would have meant owing him a bit of karma.
But if Qin Xuan went and robbed the