"You go and notify all the tribe members to come in in batches. I want to wash their bloodlines!" Wang An waved his hand, glanced at the bloodline that was about to dry out, and said firmly.

Whether he was once a human race or a survivor of the witch clan, this moment is already important, and he has already inherited the love of the witch clan.

"My King, you are..." The saint glanced at Wang An, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Holy Sacrifice!" Wang An's face remained unchanged, and Feng Qingyun said indifferently.

"Holy...Holy Sacrifice!"

When the high priest and the saint heard this, they all trembled all over their bodies, with fear and excitement in their eyes.

The Holy Sacrifice is actually a secret technique of inheriting the ancient witch clan. The high priest and the saint have never heard of anyone who can perform it. Because when using this secret technique, there must be a witch clan that awakens the fourth level of blood, that is, the realm of the golden body.

The Holy Sacrifice has another meaning, which is actually that the predecessors of the witch clan use secret techniques to completely awaken the bloodlines of their descendants and pass on the Taoist Techniques.

This secret technique was obtained by Wang An just from the bloodline inheritance, and he also obtained the magic tricks of practicing the twelve ancestor witches totems; the Tenglong Body Forging Technique, the Earth Spirit Technique... Although the names of the magic tricks practiced are different, they are basically the same, all of them originated from the Chaos Technique of the ancestor witches practiced by Wang An.

For some reason, no one can practice the magic tricks practiced in later generations of witch clans. In fact, so far, the high priest and the saint did not know that what Wang An practiced was actually the ancestral witch chaos technique practiced by the original ancestor.

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After a while, hundreds of witch tribes came in, among which Pan Qing and his sister were also here; almost all of this group of people were young people under the age of 20, including a few dolls.

"Brother, are you okay this month?" Xiao Ruoli and Xiao Jin hurried down at this time.

"Haha, it's okay, but I got some chances in disguise." Wang An said with a smile.

"My king, everyone has arrived!" The high priest's eyes flashed with excitement, and he looked at Wang An with admiration.

"Well, let them sit cross-sit around the blood-washing spirit pool!" Wang An glanced at everyone, nodded and said to the high priest.

"Everyone, this time my king wants to perform a holy sacrifice for you. How much bloodline can you awaken, or what talent can awaken depends on you..." After the high priest announced to everyone, everyone stared at Wang An with excitement and bowed to Wang An three times in unison.

Every witch tribe is filled with a stream of worship from the heart, and a mysterious force permeates the surroundings.

"Huh..." Xiao Jin lay on Xiao Ruoli's shoulder, his eyes flashed. After feeling the mysterious aura in the void, he seemed to have stopped talking and seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

*******

After all the witch tribes sat around the bloodline and the spirit pool, Wang An advised Xiao Ruoli with a serious expression.

Then, he gave instructions to the high priest and the saint.

After doing all this, Wang An's expression changed, and the next moment, a powerful and powerful spiritual pressure burst out from him.

"Boom!"

The spiritual pressure rolled and surged, and a three-foot-sized gray stone axe appeared beside him, with rough and simple patterns engraved on it, looking simple and unparalleled.

Wang An thought of it, and the Chaos Art of the Ancestral Witch suddenly burst out from his body, and a supreme power to crush the heavens and crush the space was filled with it.

Countless runes of the size of rice grains are lingering, the Sanskrit masterpieces are ancient and vicissitudes, and the domineering and masculine aura is rolling; the surging and masculine bloodline is like a tide, and the golden blood in the body is flowing endlessly, flowing in the eight extraordinary meridians, like a river rolling and rushing.

As Wang An whispered something in his mouth, mysterious magic tricks came out from his hand and fell on the gray stone axe. All the runes of the lime were lit up in the blink of an eye. A terrifying force filled the surroundings, extremely terrifying, and the breath dripped, directly covering Wang An in the golden halo.

"This... this is the ancestral weapon! This is the ancestral weapon Pangu Axe!"

"Heavenly pity our clan, the royal clan is reappearing, and the heavy weapon is coming out, and it will continue its glory!"

Seeing Pangu Axe emitting a mysterious halo, the high priest and the saint's pupils shrank violently, their bodies trembled, and they knelt on the ground with a thump, kowtowed and muttered to themselves, as if they were crazy.

Immediately afterwards, all the witch tribes knelt on the ground and looked at Wang An with a fanatical look.

The ancestral weapon Pangu Axe, his own king actually brought the ancestral weapon, and everyone seemed to have seen the rise of the witch clan and crushed the hundreds of clans.

They seemed to have seen a prosperous era, and the scene of the prosperous era of the witch clan slowly opened.

Seeing Pangu Axe reacting, Wang An also showed a hint of relaxation on his face.

According to the inheritance, after practicing the Chaos Art of the Ancestral Witch to the Golden Body Realm, you can initially activate the axe, and now it has indeed activated it.

Seeing the Pangu Axe exuding a vast aura covering him, Wang An was more confident in the holy sacrifice.

The next moment, the magic trick in Wang An's hand changed again, split into twelve, and the spirit light fell on the totem of the twelve ancestor witches, and each totem seemed to be resurrected.

As Wang An squeezes the magic tricks in his hand, the twelve ancestor witches were intertwined on the heads of hundreds of witch tribes, forming a mysterious magic trick that enveloped the entire bloodline and the hundreds of witch tribes.

In a flash, the Pangu axe floating in front of Wang An ancestral artifact floating slightly trembled, mysterious runes flashed, and a spiritual light fell on the magic circle.

"Boom!"

"Ho huh!"

The spiritual light emitted from the Pangu Axe fell on the magic circle with countless runes, like cold water falling into a rolling oil pan. After the entire magic circle burst out, there was a loud rumbling sound, and the terrifying spirit pressed on the magic circle and filled the turbulent flow.

The twelve ancestor witches totem seemed to meet the secular ministers and the emperors. Their spiritual pressure rolled, and they sprinkled out and flowed lights fell into the magic circle.

Twelve huge phantoms appeared in the air again, and a roar could be heard vaguely, and an immortal will soared into the sky.

The phantom flashed and finally turned into twelve spiritual lights and penetrated into the magic circle.

"scold!"

"I use my blood to worship the ancestor's soul, show my spirits, open up the world, kill the Taoist curse, and break the shackles!"

As soon as Wang An finished speaking, the golden light on his left hand suddenly disappeared. The next moment, his right hand pointed like a knife and suddenly struck his left wrist.

"Bang!"

A sound like the crack of the steel came, and his wrist suddenly cracked, and a blood column soared into the sky.

The golden light shines like a rainbow and a dragon, and the blood emits a tremendous power, and the rich vitality permeates the world.

It seems that every drop of golden blood contains the terrifying power that destroys the world, as heavy as Mount Tai and as brilliant as golden marrow.

The blood fell on the magic circle and turned into a golden mist with a bang. Twelve golden threads intertwined in the air, emitting a mysterious aura.

The wound on Wang An's wrist poured out crazily, and rolled out blood and landed continuously on the magic circle.

The Holy Sacrifice is actually to use a warrior who has pure bloodlines and enters the fourth stage of body refining, to drive the power of the magic circle, and use his own blood to activate the origin mark of the bloodline of the low-level witch warriors, thereby awakening the power of the bloodline.
Chapter completed!