Across the vast sea from Pakistan, the most famous Indonesian archipelago in the South Pacific Ocean is a high mountain covered with clouds all year round, and this mountain is the Powu Mountain in Southeast Asia.

The ancestral witch league originated from Bowu Mountain, and witchcraft flourished in more than a dozen countries in Southeast Asia, making Bowu Mountain even more profound and mysterious.

A helicopter crosses the vast sea, through a deep canyon, and into the clouds of the Powu Mountains.

"Ho!" cheered from the helicopter.

"We're finally back, back to the arms of the ancestral witch, damn the Chinese, dare to offend the majesty of our ancestral witch, this can't be like this!" a male witch looked resentful and gritted his teeth.

Elder Ancestral Witch Basheli's wrinkled face stretched a lot, he took a long breath, and said: "This person is not an ordinary Chinese person, just now came the news, this person is the Central Plains Wang Pang Doctor, is a more terrifying existence than the southern military god Li Kefu. ”

"So what? Rykov almost lost his life in the South Pacific, this guy dares to come, and he can also let him come and go!"

Basheli's brows furrowed deeply, and the appearance of Pang Feng appeared in his mind, the scene in the city of Arra.

Pang Feng's method was iron-blooded, completely different from Rykov's method, in his heart this young man was more terrifying, he felt that his decision to flee early was really too wise. Returned to Bowu Mountain, and discussed with the witch lord and the elders in the long run, the ancestral witch alliance can completely stand on Bowu Mountain this time, overlooking the Pacific Ocean, and watching the tiger fight on the mountain.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh, and his laughter was full of pride.

"Why do you need my Ancestral Witch Alliance to deal with this person? The 'Kingdom of God' is his biggest enemy, what our Ancestral Witch Alliance has to do is to sit back and enjoy the fruits of victory!"

At this time, on Bowu Mountain, in the ancestral witch hall, the old witch lord Ba Wu and the other seven elders had already gathered in the main hall.

Outside the main hall, countless witches and witches finally chanted sacrificial incantations, which converged and intertwined in the air, as if they could attract the mysterious power of heaven and earth, making the clouds around Bowu Mountain thicker and the sky darker.

Ancient witchcraft, gray sky, deep ancient buildings, mysterious wizards, at a glance, Bowu Mountain is like a magical world.

The mysterious Ancestral Witch Array in Bowu Mountain began to operate, which was an unprecedented alarm for the Ancestral Witch Alliance.

"Doctor Pang, the Fire King of the Central Plains, has arrived in Southeast Asia, and Huaxia has made a big move this time!" an elder muttered in a cold voice.

"So what? What does it have to do with my Ancestral Witch Alliance? Besides, even if it has something to do with us, who would dare to challenge my Ancestral Witch Formation in Bowu Mountain? And a few of us, all of them are enlightened wizards, and we are afraid that a Central Plains Fire King will not succeed?"

"I'm going to make this guy pay the price of blood, I'm going to avenge Kaza, the chief witch of our Ancestral Witch League can't just be slaughtered without knowing it!" another elder roared.

The witch lord Ba Wu looked particularly old, his face was like pine bark, withered and rotten, his eyes were cloudy, and he sat in the middle of the hall like a piece of rotten wood.

The witch lord is to sacrifice to the gods with his body, and it is said that the power given by the gods is used, and the higher their cultivation, the older they will look, which is the punishment of the gods for the witch lord to watch the power of the gods.

Looking at the entire hall, the seven elders and the witch master were all old men, especially the witch lord Ba Wu was the oldest.

However, his body like rotten wood contains a huge amount of energy, he is a sorcerer revered by tens of millions of believers, and he is the king of tens of thousands of sorcerers who kneel down.

"Everything will wait for Basheri to come back, they are already on their way back!"

The witch lord said coldly, and as soon as his black robe was displayed, a large mirror appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

In the mirror, it can be clearly seen that a helicopter has passed through the dark clouds and entered the range of the Ancestral Witch Array of Bowu Mountain.

In the helicopter, the appearance of Basheli and Bawulan can be seen clearly. Basheli and they returned, and those who fled back were like lost dogs, which was the shame of the Ancestral Witch League.

"Huh?"

The Witch Lord frowned suddenly.

"What's going on?"

"Ah......h

In the big mirror, a figure slowly emerged in the void, seeing that this person was very young, only about twenty years old, he was not outstanding in appearance, but his gestures gave people an incomparably powerful momentum.

He stepped through the clouds and blocked the helicopter's path.

"Basheli, you should be in Alacheng is where you can go if you want to, and you can leave if you want? I said it, everything starts with your Ancestral Witch Alliance, if you dare to escape, I will dare to kill, and if you escape to the ends of the earth, you can't escape from my palm, hehe, this is the Ancestral Witch League, I'll tell them here, I can control your fate!"

The young man was Pang Feng, he stood proudly in the void, with his hands behind his back, staring coldly at Basheli, and a powerful momentum emanated from him, making people's hearts palpitate.

"Damn! I dare to come to the land of my ancestors to spread wilderness!"

"Kill him!"

"Let's join forces to kill him!"

The ancestral witch hall, the elders are angry, the witch lord is angry, in the past hundred years, no one has dared to kill Bowu Mountain, Pang Feng is the first, if this is not suppressed, what face does the ancestral witch alliance have to stand on the rivers and lakes?

Basheli was in the helicopter, and when he saw Pang Feng's figure, he was really stunned, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

However, in an instant, he reacted, and he yelled heartbreakingly: "Run!"

He himself was the first to break through the hatch of the helicopter, and jumped out of the air, whether dead or alive.

The next moment, in the sky, the helicopter exploded on the spot with a "boom!", turning into a ball of fire.

In the flames, Basheri's many attendants let out a terrible scream, and then cried for their lives.

The Basheri man was in the air, desperately chanting the incantation, his face showing a dead gray color, with him as the center, a strange black mist enveloped him, helping him to escape quickly.

The direction in which he fled was the location of the Ancestral Witch Hall, and for him, if he could escape to the Ancestral Witch Palace, he would be able to live.

However, where will Pang Feng give him a chance?

His speed was fast, Pang Feng's speed was even faster, Pang Feng's figure was like lightning in the air, and he instantly surpassed Basheri, and then he turned around and punched the "artillery hammer".

"Boom!" The air exploded, and a huge crack appeared in the black fog around Basheli, and Basheli, who was hiding in the black mist, was extremely panicked, and he shouted loudly:

"Witch Master, save me!"

In the sky in the distance, an old voice came: "Zhuangzier dares, dare to come to my ancestral Wushan to commit murder, and let you die today......"

(End of chapter)