Seeing that Wang An brought back so many tribe members, the witch clan members finally let go of their hearts.

Many of these witch tribes have not awakened their bloodlines. Wang An plans to wait until these people have cultivated for a period of time before they can perform a holy sacrifice.

Then Wang An, the high priest of the witch clan, the saint Pan Jingchen and others discussed the current situation facing the witch clan.

However, there is still no way to find a way to go once and for all. After all, there are many gods outside, especially those people in the upper realm, and no one is their opponent.

As for Wang An handing over the Eight Desolate Tower and Pangu Axe, this is even more impossible.

That night, Wang An and Xiao Ruoli were sitting cross-legged on the cushion in the cave and practicing.

However, Wang An could never enter the deep cultivation. He always felt his eyelids beating. He seemed to see countless seas of blood rolling, and a strong sense of uneasiness lingered in his heart.

As a fortune teller who practices the way of life, his premonition of crisis is stronger than anyone else.

With a thought, Wang An directly activated the "Ask to the Sky" in his sea of ​​consciousness, muttering words in his mouth, pinching the magic tricks in his hand, and starting to deduce what big thing was going to happen.

A powerful aura of life suddenly erupted from his body, and it seemed to be able to see through the cycle of life and death.

“Buzz!”

Countless runes were trembling, the aura of life was surging, and black books were floating in front of him.

Wang An's eyes were closed, and his whole body was filled with a heart-pounding breath of life.

"This..." At this time, Xiao Jin was also awakened and stared at Wang An in a daze. He seemed to see a ghost, and his eyes were shocked and shocked.

In Xiao Jin's eyes, the yellow halo produced by the witch clan's prayer or kneeling to Wang An before was actually rolling violently at this moment, as if intertwined with the aura of the destiny. The power of the destiny seemed to be even stronger under the aura of this aura.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the book of Wentian in the void trembled suddenly, and a tiger burst out with a breath of life-threatening Tao that was like a tide surging. Countless runes were flickering, intertwined and surging, condensed in the void, looking extremely strange.

At this time, Wang An suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the runes in the void, his face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.

"The bright moon is covered with blood, bloody sky! Will they attack the Ancestral Witch City tomorrow?" Wang An murmured, and suddenly his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly shuddered.

"Wang An, did you think it was simpler than before when you deduced it just now?" At this time, Xiao Jin crawled over, turned his little eyes and stared at Wang An and said.

Xiaolong was also staring at Xiaojin curiously. It did not understand the aura of fate, and did not know that Wang An used his fate, nor could he see the changes in his body.

"Hey, when you said that, I really felt that the deduction seemed to be smoother. Could it be that my life path has become more profound?" Wang An frowned and asked suddenly in confusion.

"No...No, I'll help you deduce it once. Isn't it just deduce the fate of these big-name clans, how to overcome this difficulty?"

Xiao Jin seemed unwilling to say it. He could see the misty yellow light on Wang An's body, and his eyes flashed and changed the topic.

After a while, Xiao Jin finished deducing it.

"Wang An, it seems that there are important people in the witch clan who have fallen, but there seems to be a glimmer of life in the dark." Xiao Jin stared at Wang An with a strange look and said with a little hesitant look on his face.

"Haha, what you deduced is indeed like me, but I don't know what will happen tomorrow." Wang An said with a gloomy face and a little depressed.

"Brother, what are you discussing Xiao Jin?" At this time, Xiao Ruoli also woke up from his cultivation.

"Ruoli, I just deduced it. Maybe the monks outside will come to attack the witch clan's ancestral city tomorrow." Wang An looked at Xiao Ruoli with some melancholy.

"Brother, if you are here, I will share life and death." Xiao Ruoli stared at Wang An's eyes and said word by word.

"Haha, you really know me. I really won't leave here. I want to pass this level with the witch clan. In any case, the blood of the witch clan is also flowing in my body." Wang An smiled sadly.

After saying that, the two of them went out of seclusion to meet the high priest of the witch clan and others.

*******

When Wang An came to find the high priest, he found that she looked gloomy and only then could he squeeze out a smile when he saw Wang An coming.

"High Priest, Saint, what happened?" Wang An asked curiously.

"My king, I just dig up a divination. I'm afraid those people will come to attack the city tomorrow." The high priest of the witch clan looked very ugly and said with a dull look.

"I just deduced it. All of this is true. Hurry up and give orders. Now let all the witch tribes below the Golden Body Realm go to the witch tribe totem space underground immediately."

"The rest of the people, now follow me to the city gate. I want to see how they break through the ancestral city." Wang An showed a cold murderous intent on his face and said in a deep voice.

*******

On the second day, outside the Witch Clan City was silent, dust rolling, and in a very strange atmosphere.

Wang An, with the other five warriors of the Witch Clan, sat cross-legged on the city tower, looking into the sky.

Everyone had a heavy look on their faces, and there was a sense of tension in the air.

"Swish swish swish!"

Not long after, countless spiritual lights flashed outside the sky, shooting towards the witch clan's ancestral city.

The demonic energy was rolling, the ghost energy was soaring, the demonic energy was surging, and the spiritual energy was vast. Dozens of god-transforming cultivators shot in. Behind them were Nascent Soul cultivators, the transformation demon clan, and the demon clan.

"Haha, little kid, you are really here! You are so willing to do so. After slaughtering so many giant slaves, you can still hide in the city."

The demonic energy rolled, and the ancient demon ware looked at Wang An hideously. The terrifying power of spiritual consciousness fell directly on Wang An through the suppression of the ancestral city, making him feel a heavy oppression, as heavy as Mount Tai.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be here. As people from the upper realm, I came to kill low-level monks in the lower realm. I wonder where your confidence is still here. Kill my witch clan, and you will pay the blood debt and blood. You can wait. One day, I will kill the upper demon world and kill your entire clan."

"There are you two. If I don't die today, the day when I cross the spiritual world will be your death."

Wang An's body was filled with spiritual energy, murderous aura rolled, his eyes were red, and he said in a cold voice.

"My King, please don't feel guilty. All the children of the Witch Clan are willing to live and die for our king without any regrets." Feeling that Wang An's emotions were extremely unstable, the high priest suddenly said in a deep voice.

"Hahaha, I hope you barbarians can still be so stubborn after the city is broken. At that time, we will take all of you to the soul refining banner." Xu Jin laughed coldly and said cruelly.
Chapter completed!