Primordial Era: My comprehension is heaven-defying, I create the ability to transform into anything!

Chapter 18 The Fire of Nanming!

Deep within the ancestral land of the Wu tribe, inside a magnificent hall.

The group of twelve, with their surging blood and powerful, murderous aura, were none other than the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan!

However, at this moment, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were sitting on the stone stool, watching... a short film!

Before them was a round ice crystal mirror, within which were displayed a series of images!

And everything in the picture is exactly what happened on Jiang Sheng's side.

"This outsider not only trespassed on my Wu clan's territory, but also dared to commit violence! I can't tolerate this!" One of them, with fiery red beard and hair, a ferocious face, and a hot temper, roared angrily!

He was enraged, his long, fiery red hair seemed to be on fire, and his whole body was scorching hot, causing the void to distort.

It was none other than Zhu Rong, the Fire Ancestral Witch, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

"Shut up! I don't think this person means any harm. He didn't try to kill us. Perhaps it's a test for that kid Xing Yao!" Another burly man with blue and white hair and a cold expression retorted.

It was Gonggong, the ancestral water sorcerer who had always been at odds with Zhurong!

"Is this not killing him? Is this training? This is clearly humiliating our Wu clan! A dignified Taiyi Golden Immortal comes here to bully a Great Wu? Does he really think our Wu clan has no one left?" Zhu Rong was very unhappy, wishing he could rush over and beat Jiang Sheng up right now.

"This person is unfathomable!" A man with a fierce yet refined appearance spoke in deep thought. He was none other than Jumang, the ancestral witch of wood!

"Nine Yin, what do you think? Are you friend or foe?" At this moment, one of the men, with a domineering face and a burly build, looked at the other man!

He was none other than the eldest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Ancestral Witch of Space, Dijiang!

Upon hearing this, everyone else turned to look at the person Dijiang had asked!

His face was calm, devoid of joy or sorrow, but his eyes revealed a sense of having seen through all the vicissitudes of life.

He exuded an air of mystery, and didn't seem like a witch, but rather like a cultivator who had seen through everything.

It was none other than Zhu Jiuyin, the ancestral sorcerer who controlled time!

Seeing everyone looking at him, he wasn't surprised at all. After a moment's thought, he said, "They are enemies, not friends!"

"I knew it!"

Zhu Rong glared, his temper flaring up instantly. Without a word, he stomped his foot and stormed out of the hall in a rage!

"Since we are enemies, not friends, then we..." Dijiang was about to say something...

Unexpectedly, the mysterious Zhu Jiuyin spoke softly, "Wait! I haven't finished speaking. We are neither friend nor foe, yet we are neither friend nor foe!"

"What do you mean?" Everyone frowned, looking at him in confusion.

"Brother Jiuyin, are you saying that among these three people, some are our friends and some are our enemies?" At this moment, a woman dressed in a plain yellow dress, with a beautiful face, gentle and refined, like a lady from a noble family, asked softly.

This person is none other than Houtu, the ancestral witch of the earth!

Zhu Jiuyin smiled, but didn't say what exactly it was.

"So, who exactly is the enemy? Who is the friend?" another woman asked coldly.

Unlike Houtu, she had an icy expression, like an ice queen, exuding a noble air, and was like a cold female assassin who could assassinate anyone she gave a target.

It was none other than the Ice Ancestral Witch, Xuanming!

"Don't worry about who's the enemy and who's the friend. Let Zhu Rong decide!" Zhu Jiuyin said softly, then continued to look at the ice mirror in front of him.

Upon hearing this, everyone had no choice but to give up and continue looking at the ice mirror!

At this moment, in the ice mirror image, Xing Tian was already on the verge of death. His movements of swinging the battle axe had obviously slowed down, and there were hardly any good pieces of flesh left on his body!

Even so, he still stood tall, his eyes filled with defiance!

Unwavering will, boiling fighting spirit!

No matter how fervent their fighting spirit, it cannot bridge the inherent gap.

Even if he continues to wield his axe and shield, he will inevitably perish in a little while!

However, it was at this moment...

"boom!"

The towering flames crashed down like a golden crow falling, burning half the sky, distorting the void, and raging wildfire, instantly breaking through the killing formation!

"Oh, someone interesting has arrived?"

Jiang Sheng looked at the sky filled with the flames of Nanming and smiled slightly.

He didn't care at all that his killing formation had been broken; he just looked at the person in the flames with great interest: "Fire Boy, you've finally arrived!"

From the flames emerged a muscular, burly man with a menacing aura and wildly dancing red hair!

Jiang Sheng knew who it was just by looking at them.

Besides Zhurong, the Fire God among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who else is there?

Zhu Rong, who has mastered the laws of fire, is the controller of flames. His mastery of the Nanming Li Fire is simply divine.

Similarly, this fire-wielding Zhurong, like his laws, is irritable and easily angered, and will start fighting at the slightest disagreement!

"So you think you can bully my Wu clan because there's no one else?" Zhu Rong glanced coldly at Jiang Sheng, her anger boiling over.

"Zhurong Ancestor!" The surrounding witch clansmen were overjoyed and hurriedly shouted.

"Take this piece of trash away!" Zhu Rong glanced at Xing Yao, who was still standing, and coldly ordered.

Immediately, he looked at Jiang Sheng, clenched his fist so tightly it cracked, his eyes were cold and sharp, and he didn't utter a single word of nonsense!

"boom!"

The flames instantly blasted towards Jiang Sheng, and the violent flames incinerated everything in an instant.

fast!

That's incredibly fast!

Almost the instant the flames were seen, Zhu Rong was already upon them.

The fist, imbued with the intense heat of the Southern Ming Fire, was less than half an inch from Jiang Sheng's face!

The fire is domineering, blazing and scorching, its white flames can burn anything. As long as the target is not completely burned, the white flames will never disappear!

The fire of Nanming can be both warm and intense, blending with the natural world, creating a magnificent and powerful force!

I had only heard about the Nanming Fire before, but now I have experienced it firsthand!

The temperature is really high!

Even the ends of her hair started to twist.

Nuwa and Fuxi, who were standing behind him, were also suffering from the unbearable heat!

It was as if one's cultivation was sealed and one was thrown into the scorching sun without any protection.

I felt the white flames engulf me, and I knew I would be burned to ashes in the next second.

"Buzz!"

However, the next second, a spinning ice-blue bead appeared in front of Jiang Sheng!

"laugh……"

The water vapor burst forth, and in an instant, the white flames were dispersed to the left and right.

Immediately afterwards, the icy blue bead surrounded by water vapor, enveloping Jiang Sheng, Fuxi, and Nuwa.

The fire from Nanming could no longer cause any damage.

Jiang Sheng and Fuxi both looked at Nuwa!

Nuwa smiled: "Hey, I can also play a role, you know!"

Water? Ha!

Seeing Jiang Sheng and the others being blessed by the spiritual pearl, Zhu Rong was not angry at all, but instead sneered repeatedly.

"Today, I'm going to simmer it over a low flame and see if the three of you still dare to use water!"

Zhu Rong snorted coldly, and the next second, the Southern Bright Fire enveloped the water vapor...

He seemed to dislike water, perhaps due to some personal grudge.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

The intense heat caused water vapor to evaporate continuously, and the slight coolness that had been present earlier vanished in an instant.

The high temperature was like a steamer, hissing and emitting smoke, with water vapor constantly evaporating, and the temperature getting higher and higher!

Nuwa panicked and hurriedly manipulated the Water Spirit Orb to transform water vapor...

However, it didn't work.

The white flames continued to burn, and Zhu Rong didn't even need to control them; he just let the white flames burn on their own.

Nuwa, on the other hand, had to use her magic to transform water vapor, which was simply disproportionate!

"Alright!"

Jiang Sheng gently grasped Nuwa's handkerchief, preventing her from releasing more water...

"Leave it to me!"

He smiled gently, then looked at Zhu Rong. With a thought, a somewhat solidified phantom emerged from behind him.

The phantom was burly, wielding a battle axe and a large shield, its eyes filled with fierce fighting spirit!

It was none other than Xingyao!

(End of this chapter)