After a moment, the raging spiritual energy between heaven and earth finally dissipated.

Three figures shot out, all of them were in a mess, ragged and covered in scars.

"Haha, today is worth it!" Pan Hu shook his body, spitting golden blood, his breath fluctuated, and he laughed loudly.

His eyes were bright, without any regrets or resentment, but only a kind of fanaticism, the fanaticism of sacrificing himself for the entire witch clan.

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of other god-level existences activated the magic weapon in their hands. The power of the law was densely filled with power, and it rumbled on Pan Hu with the power of destroying the world.

The world was dark, and a raging wind rolled across and over, Panhu was completely submerged in the endless power of the law.

"Panhu..."

The witch warrior who had just escaped within the range of the twelve totems when Pan Hu tear apart the magic circle space saw Pan Hu drowning in the vast power of the law.

His eyes suddenly became slit, and his forehead was exposed with blue veins, and he was extremely angry. He stared at the monks and ghost cultivators outside, with a flash of human-eating anger in his eyes.

"Stop, don't go out, you will just die if you go out!"

"Pan Hu did this for everyone. Have you let him burn his blood power in vain?"

At this time, the witch monks who were supporting the high priest, saw that everyone was ready to move and scolded angrily.

The laws between heaven and earth disappeared, and the ground was full of holes and dust.

At this moment, Panhu was extremely miserable, his whole body was cracked, his breath was as bright as a fucking thread, and the golden blood was left all over the floor.

The aura on his body was sluggish and his face was old. He no longer had his blood burned and summoned the powerful appearance of Pangu's shadow.

He could not sense the vast blood and energy, and his blood seemed to have completely burned and turned into a mortal.

"Pan Hu..."

"Second Elder..."

At this time, hot tears were already falling in his eyes, and he stared at Pan Hu and shouted with sobs.

The anger burned, and his hands almost pinched the palms!

A man doesn’t cry easily, but he hasn’t arrived at the sad place.

"Ahem, don't come out. When our king returns, you will definitely stain the sky with blood!"

Pan Hu smiled sadly, turned his head with difficulty, turned around and looked at the witch warrior inside, and said with longing.

.....

In the vast starry sky, three figures are moving forward rapidly in the raging power of the starry sky.

An eight-color halo covered the three of them, and the endless aura of chaos was completely unable to break through the shield.

"We should be almost at Yinmingtian, and the world mark is becoming clearer and clearer!" Wang An smiled and looked at Xiao Ruoli and the others, and said with anticipation.

A hundred years of dreams, where is the old friend?

Have the witch clan already felt it now...

Thinking of this, Wang An felt a sense of emotion in his heart, and a hint of expectation appeared on his face.

"Brother, are you going to arrive? Hehe, the starry sky is so boring, there are no other planetary worlds." Xiao Ruoli frowned and said.

"My king, can you hurry up and hurry up? I have felt a little uneasy recently. It seems that something bad is going to happen." At this time, Pan Jingchen, who has been silent, suddenly spoke.

Her face looked very ugly and she looked anxious.

"Sister Jingchen, what's wrong with you? Is it because I have been away from the Witch Clan for too long and have reshaped the magic body, and the closer we are to Yinmingtian, the more excited you are." Xiao Ruoli asked Pan Jingchen with a smile when he heard this.

"No, it seems that something happened to the witch clan..." Pan Jingchen shook his head and said with a low voice.

"There is something wrong with the witch clan..." Wang An was stunned and suddenly asked inexplicably.

“Buzz!”

Before Wang An finished speaking, a feeling of palpitation suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, and circles of powerful blood power emanated from him to the vast starry sky.

"No, something happened to the witch clan. The witch clan with the Golden Body Realm burned his bloodline; I left a drop of essence and blood in the witch clan. When a witch clan warrior with the Golden Body Realm burned his bloodline, he would stimulate the essence and blood to protect his bloodline. If he did not die, I could revive his bloodline!"

"At this time, the news suddenly came that the essence and blood had been stimulated. With Jing Chen's induction, something must have happened to the witch clan!"

Wang An was shocked and his face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water. He said word by word.

After saying that, Wang An squeezed the magic tricks in his hand and recited mysterious spells from his mouth.

A vast and strange aura of fate erupted from him. The books on asking the sky in the sea of ​​consciousness swirled, emitting a myriad of fate power, and countless runes lingered between heaven and earth.

After a moment, the runes formed two lines of font and disappeared.

"The witch clan has suffered a great disaster. In a thought of life and death, it is a blessing or a disaster, and God's will will not be revealed!"

"It's really something happened to the Witch Clan. If you enter the Eight Desolations World, I have to return to Yinming Tian as soon as possible." Wang An said with a serious face.

After sending Xiao Ruoli and the others, Bingfeng into the Eight Desolate Worlds.

Xiao Jin and Xiaolong, who were sleeping on Wang An's shoulder, suddenly became very anxious and clamored that Wang An would also send them into the Eight Desolate World.

After doing all this, Wang An's world's power surged, the law of wind and thunder lingered, and a pair of wind and thunder wings appeared on his back.

The thoughts appear thousands of miles away.

Shuttle through the starry sky is very dangerous not only easily leads to unstable space collapse, but also consumes spiritual power very much.

Except for monks who have comprehended the supernatural powers of space, few people shuttled around as recklessly as Wang An.

The power of the world around him surged. The space where Wang An went was silent and collapsed rumblingly. A stream of huge forces fell on Wang An, making him feel a biting pain, and the spiritual shield around him made a series of banging sounds.

Wang An was like a meteor, galloping in the vast starry sky, disappearing into the endless starry sky in a blink of an eye.

****

At this moment, the Curse Continent, the Witch Clan’s Ancestral City, all the spiritual plants and the Spirit Valley have been completely destroyed.

A large number of ghost cultivators and monks flocked into the witch clan’s ancestral city, clearly distinguishing it and completely occupying this ancient city.

At some point in the ancestral city, a mysterious altar was built, with six large pillars with ghost energy standing hundreds of feet high on them.

Each pillar is engraved with various mysterious patterns, fried ghosts and fire, making people creepy.

On the central pillar, half-life-dead, and the pan tiger with a breath of energy is tied to it.

The six pillars formed a mysterious magic circle, covering Pan Hu, as if he was hanging his life, and as if he was squeezing his blood.

The golden blood seemed to have dried up. Pan Hu's face was pale and his breath was listless. A breath of tumultuousness spread out from him.

"Hehe, it's been three days, and he has been under the Six Poles Ghost Refining Formation for three days. This vitality is really long!"

"Don't you come out yet? If you don't come out, your tribe members will die. Are you watching your tribe members die?" At this time, Huang Lingtian suddenly shouted at the witch clan's ancestral hall.

"Puchi!"

After saying that, a strange dagger appeared in his hand, with a bloody color and directly pierced Pan Hu's abdomen.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight holes were added, and there were slight blood flowing out of it. It seemed that Panhu had become a mummy at this moment.

It is like leaves swaying in the autumn wind, curled up into a ball, and all the essence of life completely disappeared.

It has been three days since the use of such cruel means to torture Pan Hu, but what made the Ghost Lord and Huang Lingtian very depressed was that no one came out to rescue Pan Hu.
Chapter completed!