Just when everyone thought Wang An would definitely die, Wang An did not feel the abnormal movement of the Eight Desolate Towers in his body.

"call out!"

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

Pan Jingchen, the saint of the witch clan, swept away his previous fear, and his spiritual light surged, turning into a golden light and shooting away.

"Saint, you..."

"No, Saint, stop!"

Seeing this scene, Wang An and the high priest's eyes were shattered and distraught.

All this is complicated, but it actually happens between a few breaths.

"Bang!"

In everyone's shock, the golden light on Pan Jingchen's body suddenly dissipated, and the vast sword light fell on her.

Pan Jingchen screamed, his whole body exploded, his flesh and blood were blurred, like a kite with broken strings, and it roared in front of Wang An.

The sword light between heaven and earth disappeared, and the majestic power of the law quietly disappeared without a break.

The imprisonment on Wang An relaxed, and suddenly turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed over.

He wanted to stretch out his hands, but with a sweep of his spiritual sense, he found that Pan Jingchen's whole body was broken and bloody, and he was no longer like a human being. He only had one head intact, and there was a trace of sad smile on his face.

She looked at Wang An quietly, with some relief in her eyes.

"Saint, silly child, why are you so stupid!" The high priest ran over in tears and staggered.

The other people were all full of disbelief and sadness.

"No, you can't die! Without my permission, even the six cycles of reincarnation cannot take your life!"

Wang An's eyes were red, as if he was crazy, his aura was violent all over his body, and he seemed to have completely lost his mind.

When he pointed his finger, the two original beads of water and wood suddenly appeared in the void, and rolled around, bursting out with a surging water aura that wrapped Pan Jingchen.

The wooden spirit beads scattered with wisps of green light, and the majestic vitality lingered on Pan Jingchen.

However, what made Wang An sad was that Pan Jingchen's vitality was still losing rapidly, and his glittering eyes gradually lost their spirits.

"Ahem, my king, as a saint, our fate has long been destined. Unfortunately, I can never assist you again."

"From the moment I was chosen by the high priest, I already knew the future! In fact, every saint of the witch clan was born as the king of the witch clan."

"For a thousand years, cough cough... for a thousand years, I saw the witch clan breathing in this blood-spreading land, and saw countless tribes being killed; as their saint, I was powerless to do anything, watching the tribes disappear. Do you know how painful my heart is?"

"Now, you are here, I can finally get news. It's so tired! It's time to travel, my duty as a saint." Pan Jingchen seemed to be in the rebirth of his eyes, and his face suddenly became a little bloody, and his words were very clear.

The next moment, she chanted a series of ancient vicissitudes of magic in her mouth, and her whole body gradually disappeared, turning into a powerful vitality, with bright runes, and shot directly towards Wang An.

"This... this is the secret technique of blood fusion, a saint of the witch clan who has no distractions and a clear mind, and is willing to give to the other party. She only serves the king of the witch clan for her whole life. She can use the technique of blood fusion, and be completely absorbed by the other party and improve her blood." Wang An's eyes flashed, and a familiar memory seemed to flash by, and suddenly she burst into screams.

In the moment when the saint Pan Jingchen was saint, he looked at Wang An with infinite attachment and reluctance.

At this time, Wang An did not notice that a yellow halo surrounds him from the saint Pan Jingchen, with a dazzling light that made people almost unable to open their eyes; however, Xiao Jin was not here, and the rest, including Wang An, did not notice the changes in him.

Wang An suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart, as if something precious was about to leave him.

"Hmph, if I don't allow it, even the underworld cannot take you away!"

The next moment, Wang An's face flashed with determination, as if an important decision had been made.

"scold!"

Wang An squeezed the magic trick in his hand and muttered something in his mouth. A powerful aura of life swept across all directions.

“Buzz.”

The air was turbulent, and an invisible layer of power spread out around, making people feel creepy, as if the past and past events were seen through.

Almost at the same time, with a whistle, the book suddenly floated in the void.

As Wang An muttered something, the strange aura emitted on his body became stronger and stronger, and the power of the great way between heaven and earth seemed to be mobilized, and countless powers of laws were lingering around.

If Xiao Jin was here, he could find that at this time the yellow aura around Wang An was rolling and surging, and he was absorbed by Wentian Books. Wentian Books were spinning and spinning. The terrifying aura of life seemed to be able to see through destiny and transcend the most mysterious time and space.

"This... he is the most mysterious monk of the fate! How is it possible that your fate is a master-level fortune teller." Xu Jin, who came back to his senses, looked coldly at the ancient demon ware, and suddenly seemed to have noticed something. After glanced at Wang An, his eyes suddenly became round and his face was shocked.

For a moment, no one took action, as if he was observing Wang An's every move, and seemed to be afraid.

As Wang An kept pinching the magic tricks, the breath of life Tao between heaven and earth surged, and it seemed that the power of the entire Yin Mingtian's great Tao was triggered by him.

At this time, the book of Inquiry seemed to have absorbed enough yellow aura. Suddenly, the light was shining, the runes flashed, and a magnificent and strange aura lingered around.

“Buzz!”

In everyone's stunned, a familiar aura surged in the air again. At that time, the aura of the saint of the witch clan Pan Jingchen seemed to reverse time and came alive again.

Three balls of light as bright as a fiery red, thumb-sized, suddenly floated in the air; in turn, eight green balls of light appeared suddenly in the air, surrounded by runes emitted from the question books.

The aura of the saint Pan Jingchen became stronger and stronger, as if she was standing between heaven and earth, and the power of holy swept across a hundred miles.

"Soul Conjuring, this is the forbidden technique of soul-summoning that can be used by high-level masters of life!

During the whole process, Wang An seemed to be under great pressure, his face was ferocious and pale as paper; almost all the yellow halos lingering around him were absorbed by the books of Questioning.

"Soul Conjuring, this is the forbidden technique of soul conjuring that can be used by high-level masters of life and Taoism!" Seeing this scene, Xu Jin trembled all over his body, unable to suppress the fear in his body.

"Woo...woo..."

“Hohuh!”

At this time, a strange gray aura suddenly appeared between the heaven and the earth, and a strange sound that appeared out of thin air stirred between the heaven and the earth.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the void collapsed, and a mysterious space corridor suddenly floated in the void; the roar of the cold wind, a heart-pounding cold air swept across all directions. At first glance, it seemed that the whole person was sinking into it, and it seemed to be an entrance to hell.
Chapter completed!