Buzhou Mountain's "God of Misfortune" Goes Out Again!

A Divine Dragon carrying a pair of five-colored divine wings floated above the sky.

Star Qi, like a divine waterfall, poured down from the nine heavens, landing on it.

The Aura emanating from its body caused the ancient heavens to tremble.

This was an extremely terrifying Exotic Divine Dragon.

The moment it appeared, it forcefully sent three God and Demon Dao Lords who were surrounding Gu Xi flying back, spitting blood.

It was ferociously powerful.

Many powerful cultivators immediately recognized the identity of this winged Divine Dragon.

This winged Divine Dragon was none other than the fourth strongest of the Dragon Race in the Primordial Era—Ying Long!

This shocked many powerful cultivators. Many of them had thought that Ying Long had perished in the war between the three races in the Primordial Era.

They never expected Ying Long to have survived until now.

"The Dragon Race truly hides its strength. They say the Dragon Race has declined, but who would have thought this old fossil is still alive."

"He's too good at hiding. After the war between the three races in the Primordial Era, his whereabouts were never seen again in the Primordial Era... Everyone thought he was dead, but who knew he was living so well."

Many powerful cultivators sighed in admiration.

"Hahaha, this is our Dragon Race's Old Ancestor Ying Long, he's still alive!"

Many powerful Dragon Race members were so excited they could barely contain themselves upon seeing Ying Long's figure.

The news of Ying Long's survival had always been one of the Dragon Race's highest secrets.

Only the Four Seas Dragon Kings knew.

Now that many powerful Dragon Race members learned that their Dragon Race had such a powerful Old Ancestor still alive, how could they not be thrilled?

"This is Ying Long?"

"He's here to help me?"

Gu Xi looked at the figure of Ying Long in the sky.

A hint of surprise involuntarily appeared on his face.

He hadn't expected Ying Long to appear and forcefully protect him just as he was preparing to use Heavenly Punishment to kill the three God and Demon Dao Lords.

This made him feel grateful, but also a little helpless.

He truly didn't need protection.

Of course, he would remember this favor.

"Everyone, for my sake, please withdraw!"

Ying Long's divine eyes scanned all directions as he spoke loudly.

His voice was resonant and powerful, appearing very imposing.

"Hmph, since Fellow Daoist Ying Long has spoken, I shall give you face."

One of the God and Demon Dao Lords, who had been sent flying back spitting blood by Ying Long earlier, glanced at Ying Long with apprehension and unwillingly turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

"Well done, Ying Long. I will remember this favor today."

Another injured Dao Lord snorted coldly and also left.

The last injured Dao Lord disappeared into thin air without saying anything further.

Ying Long's appearance made many God and Demon Dao Lords who coveted Gu Xi's Divine Position extremely wary.

After all, Ying Long was a powerful cultivator who had shaken the Primordial Era.

He had become famous even earlier than the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhunti, Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

To this day, no one knew what Realm he had actually reached.

But no one doubted that he was a Quasi-Saint Heavenly Venerate.

Out of apprehension towards Ying Long, many God and Demon Dao Lords had to abandon their original intentions.

They had no choice but to give Ying Long face.

However, not everyone was willing to give Ying Long face.

Twelve majestic figures radiating overwhelming Sha Qi suddenly descended.

At this moment, the entire sky turned black and red, filled with endless Sha Qi.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches!"

"Hiss! These twelve ferocious gods have actually come too."

Seeing the twelve majestic figures, many powerful cultivators couldn't help but feel a slight tremor.

Even East King Duke and West Queen Mother, who were above the Purple Mansion Province, wore extremely solemn expressions when the Twelve Ancestral Witches descended.

"Ying Long, retreat yourself, or we'll tear you apart!"

Di Jiang Ancestral Witch glared coldly at Ying Long, vast spatial Divine Power surging around him.

The void around him folded layer upon layer, an unknown number of times.

The other eleven Ancestral Witches also stared at Ying Long.

It seemed as though they would attack at the slightest disagreement.

Ying Long's expression was grave.

He had originally thought his appearance would be more than enough to extricate Gu Xi from his predicament.

He never expected the Twelve Ancestral Witches would also covet the Divine Position on Gu Xi's person.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were the true top powers in the current Primordial Era.

Or rather, it was thanks to the Twelve Ancestral Witches that the Witch Race could become one of the two dominant races of the Primordial Era.

Any single one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was incredibly powerful.

If the Twelve Ancestral Witches joined forces and set up the "Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation."

Then, it was likely that no one below the Saint level would be their opponent.

Ying Long understood this, and thus his heart was heavy.

"This time, I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill my second brother's request."

"Given the current state of our Dragon Race, we can't afford to offend the Twelve Ancestral Witches!"

Ying Long sighed with some helplessness, casting a slightly apologetic glance at Gu Xi.

At that moment, Gu Xi happened to look towards Ying Long and immediately understood his meaning.

Gu Xi smiled.

He, of course, also understood that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were not to be trifled with.

Or rather, in the current Primordial Era, there were very few who dared to offend the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Senior Ying Long, I am already very grateful that you would come forward to help me."

"From here on, leave it to me!"

Gu Xi said to Ying Long with a smile, then took a step forward, appearing before the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Hahaha, Human Race Gu Xi, you truly don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Leave it to you? What can you do facing us with just your status as a Primordial Great Sage?"

Ancestral Witch Gong Gong laughed heartily, the green python wrapped around his arm and the black dragon beneath his feet also hissed and roared along with his laughter.

"Human Race Gu Xi, strip out the God of Seasons and hand it over to us, then commit suicide. We will not make things difficult for your Human Race."

Ancestral Witch Ju Mang said coldly.

"Hand over the Divine Position of the God of Seasons, and we will spare your Human Race!"

Ancestral Witches Zhu Rong, Ru Shou, and Xuan Ming also looked coldly at Gu Xi.

Houtu opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately did not.

At this moment, nothing she said would matter.

"Hahaha, the Divine Position of the God of Seasons, it's not just your Witch Race that wants it, our Yao Race wants it too."

Another burst of laughter rang out.

The sun in the sky seemed to suddenly expand by a circle.

The sun's radiance suddenly became incomparably brilliant.

A beam of majestic Solar Divine Light shot down from the sun.

Within that immense divine light, a cloud tens of thousands of acres in size was suspended.

Upon the cloud stood hundreds of Demon Gods with terrifying auras.

The two leading figures wore Golden Crow Emperor Robes.

"Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, they've come too!"

The many great divine abilities were once again shocked.

No one had expected that for the Divine Position of the God of Seasons, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, the controllers of the two great dominant forces of the Primordial Era, would all come.

"Interesting!"

"Very interesting!"

"I never thought that while I was hiding by the East Sea Coast, provoking no one... precisely today, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jun, and Donghuang Taiyi, these important figures, would all come for me."

"It seems today calls for a grand spectacle!"

Gu Xi smiled.

The "God of Misfortune" of Buzhou Mountain was about to emerge once more.

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