Wang An was surrounded by a vast aura, and an ancient wild and domineering aura flowed between the world, and every trace of the ancestor witch's blood in his body was activated. The fastest update was updated

With a roar, Wang An surging a mighty wind surging around his body; he felt that his use of the Di Di Pi Art suddenly broke through another realm, and his every move was filled with a supreme true meaning of creating the world, which was vast and magnificent, as brilliant as a prison, piercing through the void.

The magic trick and the ancestor witch Chaos Skill complement each other. During the breakthrough of this land-piercing technique, Wang An surging silver light surged around his body, and the last drop of ancestor witch's essence and blood was hidden deep in his body, boiling and rolling, as if it would pour into the eight extraordinary meridians and merge into the blood at any time.

The drop of blood exudes the breath of ancient vicissitudes. There seems to be an ancient god and demon in the blood. It seems that it can open up the world and stir up the space in every move. At this moment, I felt the breakthrough of Wang An's Earth-Breaking Art, lurking in Wang An's blood, the memory of the witch clan slowly awakened, and it seemed that there was some mysterious prayer, crossing the heavens and the worlds, tractioning the memory of the witch clan in his body.

"The glory of the witch...Witch...Witch clan!"

The blood roared, and blurry ancient syllables came from vaguely, faintly, and non-existent.

"Is this an epiphany? This breath is so terrifying that it seems to be able to break through the sky."

"Haha, this little guy actually broke through! Junior Sister Gu, have you noticed that my disciple seems to have ancient bloodline?"

"Based on the aura emitted by him, there are special bloodlines."

From Shangguan Haotian and other god-transforming cultivators to a group of foundation-building and qi-refining disciples, they felt the change in Wang An's aura and were shocked for a moment.

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At the same time, when Wang An Pi Di Zhi broke through and the ancestor witch's blood was boiling.

On a barren and deserted vast land, a mysterious ancient city stands majestic and stretches for thousands of miles. It is located in the desert of death with a harsh environment. At first glance, there are ravines and flying dust everywhere, and there is no trace of spiritual energy in the air.

The city is full of ancient and vicissitudes of life, all of which are thousands of feet tall, and there are many tall giants living here. These people have no spiritual fluctuations, and each of them seems to be born with huge power.

Deep in the quaint and vicissitudes of the hall, a large altar covering an area of ​​thousands of feet and flowing with the breath of time stands on the earth.

A woman nearly two meters tall stood on the altar. She wore a flower and plant ring, animal skin around her body and waist, purple-red dendrobium orchids on her shoulders, and a simple hanging ring hanging around her waist, and her arms were simple and rough bracelets.

At this time, the altar buzzed, and a mysterious aura flashed away.

“Buzz!”

"The altar shook again? But why hasn't the person who broke his destiny appeared yet!" The woman suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes wafting like a lake of autumn water.

"Saint, what do you think this time?" An old woman with wrinkles walked in slowly from outside.

Her eyes were as clear as the moon, and contained endless vicissitudes and wisdom, as if she could see through the endless river of fate at a glance.

"Oh, now our tribe's situation is getting more and more difficult, displaced, and they are slaves and killed every day. Did the prediction go wrong?" the woman said lightly, with an indelible sorrow on her face...

In a city where monks come and go, there are two tall body-refining monks living in a dark and humid cave. At this time, one of them suddenly shook and took out a simple bone with excitement.

"Brother, it seems that the holy bone has sensed again? Are we very close to the destiny who breaks our destiny?" One of them said excitedly.

"Oh, I don't know that as body refining monks, we are still too weak. However, we shoulder the hopes of our tribe and cannot let down the hopes of the saints and tribesmen in any case..."

After the two of them finished speaking, they quietly left the cave.

Wang An has been immersed in the breakthrough of the Pidi Art, and seemed to be completely unaware of all this happening in the distant interface.

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Flowers bloom and stems, and the words are divided into two ends.

On the other side, Xiao Ruoli jumped into the athletic platform and faced Ran Qiu with a calm face, as if he had done something insignificant.

Xiao Ruoli's skirt flew away, his white clothes were as good as snow. Standing on the athletic platform, the world was silent, and a vast temperament that was floating like a fairy filled the world.

"Senior Sister Ran, my sister is very yearning for the legendary Qingmu Longyuan, so I hope my senior sister will show mercy today." Xiao Ruoli looked at Ran Qiu with a shocked expression and explained lightly.

"I have heard of you, the disciple of Gu Ruotu Patriarch. You should take action, otherwise I am afraid that you will not even have a chance to take action later." After looking at Xiao Ruoli, Ran Qiu said coldly.

"Hello, senior sister, I hope you won't regret it."

Xiao Ruoli smiled, and his smile was so beautiful that the whole country was so beautiful.

"scold!"

Xiao Ruoli pointed his finger and a flying sword full of cold light appeared in the void.

"Boom!"

The momentum of Xiao Ruoli changed, and countless white spiritual energy surged around him, and a strange cold force swept across the world.

As she pointed her finger, the flying sword trembled slightly, bursting out with a dazzling silver light, and a huge and fierce sword intent soared into the sky.

Xiao Ruoli shouted, held the flying sword, and slashed it with one sword. The spiritual energy surged between heaven and earth, and the sword energy spread everywhere.

It's snowing, snowflakes are flying, and the world is vast, as if the season has changed, the cold wind is howling, the world changes color,

"Sword Intention Transformation! You... Are you a sword cultivator or an ice-attribute sword cultivator."

Ran Qiu's pupils suddenly shrank, his face changed slightly, and he flew backwards backwards; at the same time, a handful of watery flower wolves appeared in his hand. The flower basket swung and turned around, floating in the void. The whole flower basket seemed to be completely composed of water vapor, crystal clear, weird and mysterious.

Snowflakes flew, sword intent was like a rainbow, and it fell directly on the flower basket. The flower basket shattered and the world was storming. Ran Qiu's expression changed wildly in the distance. He pointed his finger and the flower basket suddenly appeared in the air again.

It was a long time to say it, and then it was soon; while Ran Qiu had just suffered a secret loss, Xiao Ruoli moved his body and waved his flying sword and slashed at the other side again.

The sword energy was scattered, the power of the law surged, and the coldness was biting. A sword passed through the sky, and the flower basket was instantly sealed by dust. The snowflakes that filled the world rolled around and rushed towards Ran Qiu. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a sharp sword light filled with the law, floating on her neck, making her unable to move.

Just as he breathed, the flower basket exploded and broke free from the constraints, but Ran Qiu no longer dared to make any moves at this moment.

"I lost, I actually lost."
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