"Haha, it seems that no one is willing to come out to save you."

"You giant clan is really greedy for life and fear of death. You watched your tribe die, but you hurried in the house and didn't dare to say anything. It really disappointed me!" A trace of cunning flashed in Huang Lingba's eyes and he said slowly.

"Hmph, today is the third day, and it's worth keeping this person, so I'll send him on the way!" The fire of life in the eyes of the ghost master Yang Jingtian swayed, and there was a faint trace of anger.

At this moment, in the witch clan’s ancestral hall.

The remaining witch warriors in the Golden Body Realm were filled with anger and unwillingness when they heard the curses and provocations outside, and an indescribable humiliation lingered in their hearts.

"Don't go out. Now the high priest and Pan Feng are in a coma. Life and death are uncertain. Even if there are the pills left by our king at the beginning, they have not woken up. The terrible situation is terrible, so you can't make any mistakes anymore." Pan Qing frowned into the word "chuan", his face was gloomy and he said in a low voice.

I saw the high priest of the Witch Clan and the injured Panfeng lying in an ancient magic circle, and there were witch warriors praying around.

This magic circle was also left by Wang An at the beginning, which could gather the weak spiritual energy between heaven and earth to recover from the injury; however, it seemed to have no effect on the two seriously injured at this moment.

"It's not a solution to continue like this. We will be trapped to death here..." At this time, another warrior spoke.

Just as they were discussing, three figures shot up in Yinmingtian, flashing in a flash, as if they were directly passing through the space.

"Hmph, who is saying that my witch tribe is greedy for life and fear of death?"

"Ghost Lord Yang Jingtian, people from the Tu Ling Sect, you dare to attack my witch clan Zucheng. You are simply looking for death!"

At this moment, outside the witch clan's ancestral city, the void surged, and three figures suddenly appeared in the air.

Wang An's eyes were shattering, and murderous aura was everywhere. He said word by word, with a cold chill that invaded his bone marrow.

"It's you! You little devil finally appeared. I thought you wouldn't show up. Today I finally wanted to refuse to show up!" Huang Lingba stared at Wang An with an unexpected look on his face.

"Come here! Teach you the earth spirit beads on your body!"

"Haha, you really have a secret. Your cultivation level has soared so much. Hand over your storage bag and that giant axe to spare you!"

Before Wang An could take action, a trace of greed flashed in the eyes of the ghost master Yang Jingtian and Huang Ling Overlord. Unexpectedly, he ran towards Wang An, transformed into a pair of huge palms, and grabbed Wang An fiercely.

"Pan Hu! My King, that's Pan Hu, let's go and save him quickly!" Pan Jingchen stared at Pan Hu tied to the pillar and glanced at Pan Hu, suddenly his face changed drastically, and he shouted anxiously.

"I will stop them, Lili and Jingchen go to rescue Pan Hu. Take this pill for Pan Hu at that time." Wang An dropped a bottle of pill, and his figure flashed and had already floating in the void.

The whole body was shining with golden light, runes lingering, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a golden giant of a hundred feet in size, as if it was cast from gold. The law of the powerful monkey was spreading, and the mighty pressure rolled.

The blood was surging, like a revived ancient god and demon.

"Hmph, you two want to capture me too?" Wang An showed a sneer on his lips, and he held his fists and the Earth-Breaking Art instantly unfolded.

The ancient vicissitudes of life flowed, and a vast law of force suddenly burst out from Wang An. The fist shadows were densely packed, and with the momentum of opening up the world, they suddenly pounded out and hit the ghost master Yang Jingtian and Huang Lingba.

"Hmph, your cultivation has soared so much. No wonder you are so confident, but you will definitely die if you enter!" The ghost master snorted coldly and said in a angrily manner.

He had beaten Wang An before and shouted, knowing that Wang An could escape from the hands of the people in the spiritual world, and he never dared to underestimate Wang An.

Now that Wang An has advanced to the sixth level of God Transformation, he is full of vigilance.

Seeing Wang An not retreating but advancing, his mind moved, and the ghosts roared all over his body, and a white bone flying sword suddenly became available in his hand.

As he muttered something, the sword energy was everywhere, the endless ghost energy was rolling, and countless evil spirits were wailing.

Huang Lingba was not slow either, and the laws of earth were everywhere on his body. In the blink of an eye, he used the secret technique of Dharma appearance and heaven and earth, holding a spirit hammer in his hand, and his face was fierce.

"Boom!"

Wang An's fierce attack hit their attacks, the laws stirred, the spiritual energy raged, and the void shook.

All three of them swayed in their bodies and retreated hundreds of steps in the air. The terrifying power was rubbing against the air and making a series of sharp sounds.

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

Xiao Ruoli and his two bodies flew directly to the altar.

Wang An's eyes flashed, and the next moment, the space fluctuated, and the spin also appeared on the altar.

"Haha, I've been trapped and entered the Six Poles Ghost Refining Formation. Let's see how you escape today?" After seeing Wang An and the other two flying to the altar, the Ghost Lord suddenly let out a terrifying laugh.

"No, this is a killing formation..."

Without the Ghost Lord speaking, when Wang An stepped into the six pillars, he felt the unusualness of the formation.

“Buzz!”

In a thousandth of an instant, the magic tricks in the Ghost Lord's hand changed, and runes fell on the six pillars.

The next moment, every pillar burst out with a ray of light, dazzling; at the same time, the wind was blowing, ghosts were heavy, and wailing and screaming appeared and faintly.

The images on each pillar seemed to come alive at this time, lifelike, exuding a trace of mysterious Taoist rhyme.

"Boom!"

A strange, evil and cold aura suddenly burst out, like a surging sea tide, rushing towards Wang An and the other two, and drowning the entire altar in the blink of an eye, and the figures of the three became blurred.

A mysterious shield suddenly appeared around, which completely surrounded the entire altar. Countless runes were lingering, with the mighty pressure, magnificent, and ancient vicissitudes.

*******

"My king, it's my king who has returned!"

At this time, the witch warrior who had been staring at Pan Hu realized his reaction. He was so excited that he trembled all over his body and screamed excitedly.

"Not only my king has returned, but the saint has returned too. If I read correctly, the saint is there too."

"Swish swish swish!"

At this time, figures of golden light flashing shot out from the witch clan's ancestral hall, with an excited look on their faces.

Except for Pan Qing, there were several other warriors from the Silver Body Realm who stayed to protect the High Priest and Pan Feng, all the others flew out.

"It's really my king, the saint is back! God of Father!"

"My king is back! The blood stains the sky, and my king also asks for justice for our clan."

Leading by a witch warrior in the Golden Body Realm, all the witch monks knelt on the ground, bowed to Wang Anyao, and shouted loudly.

Someone was already so excited that he burst into tears, and he was chanting Wang An's name again and again with excitement.

Wang An did not notice that a strong sense of vows burst out from these witch tribes, gathered towards him frantically, and was surrounded by a layer of mysterious and yellow vows that he could not easily feel.
Chapter completed!