After a few moments, the aura raging between heaven and earth finally dissipated.

Three figures shot out, all of them in disarray, ragged, and scarred.

"Haha, it's worth it today!" Panhu shook his body, spat golden blood in his mouth, his breath fluctuated, and he laughed loudly.

His eyes were clear, without the slightest regret or resentment, only a fanaticism, a frenzy of sacrificing himself for the sake of the entire Wu clan.

As soon as his words fell, the other hundreds of god-level beings urged the magic weapon in their hands, and the power of the law was dense, and it rumbled down on Panhu's body with the power of destroying the world.

The heavens and the earth were dark, and a raging wind was rolling vertically and horizontally, and the Panhu was completely submerged in the power of endless laws.

"Panhu ......"

The warriors of the Wu Clan, who had fled into the range of the twelve totems after the Panhu tore through the space of the magic circle, saw the Panhu drowning in the vast power of the law.

Suddenly, his eyes were about to split, the green tendons on his forehead were exposed, and his anger was abnormal, staring at the monks and ghost cultivators outside, his eyes flashing with devouring anger.

"Stop, don't go out, if you go out, you'll just die!"

"Panhu did this, everything was for everyone, did you let him burn the power of the bloodline in vain?"

At this time, the witch monk who was supporting the high priest saw that everyone was about to move, and angrily reprimanded.

The laws between heaven and earth are gone, and the ground is full of holes and dust.

I saw that the tiger was miserable at this moment, his body was cracked, his breath was like a gossamer, and the golden blood was left on the ground.

The aura on his body was sluggish, his face was old, and he no longer had the strong appearance he had just burned his blood and summoned the Pangu Phantom.

He couldn't feel the majestic blood qi on his body, and the blood seemed to have been completely burned and turned into a mortal.

"Panhu ....."

"Second Elder...."

At this time, hot tears had already fallen from his eyes, staring at Panhu and shouting in a choked voice.

The anger burned, and his hands almost broke his palms!

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

"Ahem, don't come out, when my king returns, the sky will be stained with blood!"

Panhu smiled sadly, turned his head with difficulty, turned to look at the Wu warriors inside, and said with a wistful expression.

.....

In the vast starry sky, the three figures were advancing rapidly in the power of the raging starry sky.

An eight-colored halo shrouded the three of them, and the endless chaotic aura was completely unable to break through this protective layer.

"We should be almost in the dark sky, and the mark of the world is getting clearer and clearer!" Wang An glanced at Xiao Ruoli and the two with a smile, and said expectantly.

If you dream for a hundred years, where are the old people?

Have the Wu Clan realized it now?

Thinking of this, Wang An sincerely felt a sigh of emotion in his heart, and there was a faint hint of expectation on his face.

"Brother, are you coming? Hehe, the starry sky is so boring, there are no other planetary worlds. Xiao Ruoli frowned and said.

"My king, can you hurry up, I have been feeling a little uneasy lately, as if something bad is about to happen. At this time, Pan Jingchen, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

Her face was very ugly, and she looked restless,

"Sister Jingchen, what's wrong with you? Is it because you've been away from the Wu Clan for too long, reshaping the Dharma body, and getting closer to the Yin Tian, the more excited you become. Xiao Ruoli asked Pan Jingchen with a smile when he heard this.

"No, it seems that something happened to the Wu Clan...."Pan Jingchen shook his head and said in a low voice.

"Something happened to the Wu Clan....." Wang An was stunned for a moment, and suddenly asked inexplicably.

"Buzz!"

Before Wang An finished speaking, a palpitating feeling suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, and a circle of majestic blood power emanated from his body to the vast starry sky.

"No, it's really the Wu clan that has an accident, the Wu clan with the golden body realm burned the blood, I left a drop of essence blood in the Wu clan, when a Wu warrior in the realm of the golden body burns the blood, it will stimulate the essence blood, protect the source of his bloodline, if he doesn't die, I can revive his bloodline!"

"At this time, there was a sudden news that the essence blood had been stimulated, coupled with Jing Chen's induction, it must be that something had happened to the Wu Clan!"

Wang An was shocked, his face was so gloomy that he almost dripped, and said word by word.

After finishing speaking, Wang An pinched the magic trick in his hand, and recited mysterious incantations in his mouth.

A vast and strange aura of destiny erupted from him, and the book of heaven in the sea of knowledge rotated, exuding wisps of mysterious and mysterious life path power, and countless runes were filled between heaven and earth.

After a few moments, the runes formed two lines of font and vanished.

"The witch clan is in great trouble, between life and death, it is a blessing or a curse, and the will of heaven is not revealed!"

"It's really something happened to the Wu Clan, you have entered the Eight Desolations World, and I have to return to the Netherworld as soon as possible. Wang An's face was straight, and he said solemnly.

After sending Xiao Ruoli and the two of them and Bingfeng into the Eight Desolations World.

Xiao Jin and Xiao Long, who were sleeping on Wang An's shoulder, suddenly became very restless, and clamored for Wang An to send them into the Eight Desolations World as well.

After doing all this, the power of the world around Wang An surged, the law of wind and thunder lingered, and a pair of wind and thunder wings appeared on his back.

With a thought, it appeared thousands of miles away.

Shuttling in the starry sky is very dangerous, not only is it easy to cause the unstable space to collapse, but it will also consume spiritual power very much.

Except for the monks who comprehended the supernatural powers of space, there were few people who shuttled recklessly like Wang An.

The power of the surrounding world surged, and the space wherever Wang An went, collapsed with a bang, and a huge force fell on Wang An, making him feel a piercing pain, and the aura shield around him made a series of thumping sounds.

Wang An was like a meteor, galloping in the vast starry sky, and disappeared into the endless starry sky in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, in the Cursed Continent, the Ancestral City of the Wu Clan, all the spirit plants, and the Spirit Valley have been completely destroyed.

A large number of ghost cultivators, as well as monks, poured into the ancestral city of the Wu clan, and they were clearly distinguished, completely occupying this ancient city.

I don't know when a mysterious altar was built in the ancestral city, and six ghostly pillars on it were as high as 100 zhang and stood on the altar.

Each pillar is engraved with a variety of mysterious patterns, fried ghosts, and swords are on fire, which makes people look creepy.

On the pillar in the center, the half-immortal, breathless coiled tiger is tied to it.

Six pillars formed a mysterious magic circle, shrouding Panhu's body, as if hanging his life, and as if draining his blood.

The golden blood seemed to have dried up long ago, and at this moment, Panhu's face was pale, his breath was sluggish, and a dying aura permeated from him.

"Hehe, it's been three days, and he has actually persevered under the six-pole ghost refining array for three days, this vitality is really long enough!"

"The natives inside, don't you come out yet? If you don't come out, your people will die, do you watch your own people die?" At this time, Huang Lingtian suddenly shouted loudly at the ancestral hall of the Wu clan.

"Poof!"

After finishing speaking, a strange dagger appeared in his hand, glowing with blood, and stabbed directly into the abdomen of the coiled tiger.

In the blink of an eye, there were seven or eight more holes, and there was a trace of blood flowing out of them, as if the Panhu had become a dried corpse at this moment.

Like a leaf fluttering in the autumn wind, curled up into a ball, all the essence of life completely disappeared.

It has been three days since he used this cruel method to torture Panhu, but what made the ghost lord and Huang Lingtian very depressed was that no one came out to rescue Panhu.

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