A moment later, a shadow of human figures appeared in Wang An's spiritual consciousness, moving forward in the wind and sand in the sky.

I saw these people dressed in rags and had yellow faces and muscles, and there were hundreds of witch tribes among them; all of them were cultivators with foundation-building cultivation.

These people looked dull and numb, dusty, and their clothes were stained with gravel, and they were in a mess. Sometimes, their eyes turned out to be a living creature.

Following them were three Nascent Soul monks and more than ten golden elixirs; one of them was holding a whip covered with barbed ones. If someone was slower, he would whip it over, and the skin factory suddenly burst into pieces and blood was flowing.

"Hmph, I really searched for it without any effort. I didn't expect that I would meet the mine slave of the Changsheng Sect here today." A hint of anger flashed across Wang An's face, and the light of escape on his body was blocking everyone's way.

"Who are you? This is the mining area of ​​Changsheng Sect. Please leave. Otherwise, you will be an enemy of Changchang Sect and you will be killed without mercy." One of the Nascent Soul monks wearing a moon-white Taoist robe stared at Wang An alert and said coldly.

Wang An swept his mind and found that the warriors of the witch clan had no great harm except for their haggard face and scars. Then he felt relieved.

"Haha, who am I? I will hand over all your storage bags today, and I will tell you. There are also mine slaves who leave here, who want to survive, get out of here." Wang An looked at everyone with a smile in his eyes.

"You...you are the monk who has been rumored recently. You are the giant clan!" At this time, the Nascent Soul monk seemed to have thought of something, and a hint of shock appeared on his face.

"Two junior brothers, kill him! These are wanted criminals in the sect." After saying that, he turned around and roared at the other two Nascent Soul cultivators.

The first time I saw Wang An, the witch clan of 100 was obviously a little restless; at this moment, they said that Wang An was a giant clan, and everyone was very excited.

As soon as the monk in the moon white Taoist robe finished speaking, he suddenly crushed a talisman in his hand, turned into a ray of light and shot away, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

"Hehe, the sound transmission note, it seems that you can't keep it today."

As soon as Wang An finished speaking, his aura continued to rise, and his body flashed and rushed towards the other party.

The power of the law surged, and dense thunder power permeated the heaven and earth.

Wang An raised his arms, and the power of thunder turned into millions of thunder pythons flying and hovering in the air. Countless thunder runes were flashing, and each purple thunder python appeared vividly and lifelike.

Immediately followed, a breath of silence that ruined the world filled the surroundings, and the world was filled with desolation and desolation.

It can be seen that each purple thunder python was filled with a trace of ink-colored aura. That wisp was a breath, which was exactly the destructive thunder that Wang An had realized before.

"Young man, dare!"

The monks of the Changsheng Sect felt the majestic pressure of heaven and earth covering their bodies, and the aura of destruction rolled and became terrified.

"Swish swish swish!"

Everyone sacrificed magic weapons to bombard Wang An, with bright spirits and treasure lights lingering, and the power of the laws of heaven and earth was endless. Wang An was completely shrouded in the format magic weapons, as if he would be smashed into powder in the next moment.

"scold!"

Wang An pointed his finger and the world was filled with purple light, and the flashing light of lightning reflected the dim sky and earth; in the blink of an eye, dense thunder power poured down, and all the monks seemed to be trapped in a rolling pool of thunder.

"Ah, help me!"

"What kind of aura is this? The spirituality on my magic weapon is constantly passing away."

"How is this possible? This is the power of destruction. It is inevitable that the spirituality of magic weapons will be avoided."

For a moment, cultivators below the Nascent Soul came into contact with thunder with destructive power, and their bodies burst out one after another, and even lost their spiritual power in the golden elixir.

Only those three Nascent Souls had the power of the law all over their bodies, avoiding flying out of the roaring and rolling thunder power.

"Swish swish swish!"

It's time to say it, it's time to go!

The little ghost on Wang An's shoulder and the little dragon wrapped around his arm turned into a golden light and flashed in a flash. The golden elixirs flashed wherever they went were imprisoned and swallowed; even if they had already escaped into the space, they were found by Xiaolong.

Seeing these two little guys swallowing the golden elixir directly, Wang An frowned and did not speak out. If it were before, he would have definitely not allowed them to do such devilish behavior; but when he saw the miserable appearance of the witch clan, he was already extremely angry, and nothing could stop the two little guys from doing their will.

"Stop! You dare to devour the golden elixirs of disciples in the Changsheng Sect. You are destroying them even the opportunity to reincarnate! You deserve to die!"

The Nascent Soul cultivator in the moon-white Taoist robe had the cultivation level of the Ninth Level of the Nascent Soul. At this moment, he didn't know what secret technique he used; after a loud shout, his aura gradually rose and finally stabilized on the eleventh Level of the Nascent Soul.

At this moment, his face was withered, and a hint of oldness could be seen.

"Senior brother, let us accompany you! Today we will fight to the end!" The other two were about in their forties, looked at each other, and suddenly spoke to the monk in the moon white Taoist robe.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the momentum of the two men also rose step by step, and the third level of the Nascent Soul exploded to the fourth level of the Nascent Soul, and suddenly entered the middle level of the Nascent Soul.

The laws of heaven and earth are everywhere, vast and violent, and a violent aura lingers around.

"Hey, I've worked so hard! I'm so willing to sacrifice this dog's life, burning my life. Since I want to die so much, I'll send you on my way." Wang An's eyes flashed and he said with surprise.

As soon as the words fell, the breath of his body surged and he muttered something, and a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from Wang An's body.

"Boom!"

After a while, he saw countless golden runes flashing around him, and a great sound of Sanskrit was made. A surging blood force lingered on his body. The blood in his body was flowing, rushing and rolling.

Wang An suddenly turned into a tall golden giant in the flash of golden light, like an ancient god and demon. A huge force shot from his body toward all directions, and the void was surging, causing ripples.

"Boom!"

Almost as Wang An used his ancestor witch battle body, the three Nascent Soul cultivators waved their magic weapons and directly bombarded Wang An.

"Hmph, get out of here!"

Wang An shouted angrily, and the sound was like a bell, stirring and rolling, shocking the nine heavens, and echoing, spreading far away.

"Bang bang bang!"

The magic weapon filled with the power of the law fell on Wang An. The mysterious runes on his body squirmed, and a dazzling golden light burst out, and the magic weapon retreated one after another.

It was too late to say it, then it was soon.

Wang An flipped his hand and hit the magic weapon several times. A series of explosions came, and the three magic weapons suddenly turned into scrap copper and iron and fell to the ground.

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