"You go and inform all the clansmen to come in batches, I will wash their bloodline!" Wang An waved his hand, glanced at the bloodline cleansing pool that was about to dry up, and said with a firm expression.

Whether he was once a human or a remnant of the Wu clan, this moment is already important, and he has inherited the love of the Wu clan.

"My king, you are ....." The saint glanced at Wang An, and there was a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"Holy Sacrifice!" Wang An's face remained unchanged, and he said lightly.

"St. ... Holy Sacrifice!"

When the high priest and the holy woman heard this, their bodies trembled, and their eyes were filled with horror and excitement.

The Holy Sacrifice is actually a secret technique inherited by the ancient witch clan, and the high priest and the holy woman have never heard of anyone who can perform it. Because to perform this secret technique, there must be a witch clan that needs to awaken the fourth layer of bloodline, that is, the realm of the golden body.

There is another meaning of the holy sacrifice, in fact, it is that the predecessors of the Wu clan used secret techniques to completely awaken the bloodline of the descendants of the next generation, and passed on the Taoism.

This secret technique was just obtained by Wang An from the bloodline inheritance, and he also obtained the magic method of the cultivation of the twelve ancestral witch totems; the dragon forging body technique, the earth spirit technique..... although the names of the cultivation methods are different, but they are basically the same, all of them are derived from the ancestral witch chaos recipe cultivated by Wang An.

I don't know why, basically no one in the magic recipes cultivated among the witch clans in later generations can cultivate the ancestral witch chaos technique;

After a while, hundreds of Wu clans walked in, including the Panqing brothers and sisters, almost all of whom were young people under the age of twenty, and some of them were dolls of several years old.

"Brother, are you okay this month?" Xiao Ruoli and Xiao Jin also hurried down at this time.

"Haha, it's okay, but I got some opportunities because of a blessing in disguise. Wang An said with a smile.

"My king, the people have arrived!" the high priest's eyes flashed with excitement, and he looked at Wang An with a look of adoration.

"Well, let them sit around the bloodline spirit pool!" Wang An glanced at everyone, nodded and said to the high priest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this time my king wants to perform a holy sacrifice for you, and it depends on you how many bloodlines you can awaken, or what talents you can awaken....." After the high priest announced to everyone, everyone stared at Wang An excitedly, and bowed to Wang An three times in unison.

There was a heartfelt worship in every Wu people, and a mysterious power permeated the surroundings.

"Huh......." Xiao Jin lay on Xiao Ruoli's shoulder, his eyes flickered, and after feeling the mysterious aura in the void, he looked like he wanted to say something, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

After all the Wu clans sat around the bloodline cleansing spirit pool, Wang An told Xiao Ruoli with a serious face.

Then he commanded the high priest and the holy woman.

After doing all this, Wang An's expression changed, and the next moment, a majestic spiritual pressure burst out from him.

"Boom!"

The spiritual pressure tumbled and surged, and a three-foot-sized gray stone axe appeared beside him, engraved with rough and simple patterns, looking simple and powerless.

Wang An'an moved, the Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique operated, and a supreme power that suppressed the heavens and crushed the space suddenly erupted around his body.

Countless runes the size of rice grains are lingering, Sanskrit sounds are masterful, ancient vicissitudes, and the domineering and masculine breath is rolling in; the surging and majestic blood qi is like a tidal wave, and the golden blood in the body is gushing endlessly, flowing in the eight veins of the Qi Jing, like a river tumbling and rushing.

As Wang An said something in his mouth, a mysterious spell in his hand fell on the gray stone axe, and all the runes of the lime were lit up in the blink of an eye, and a terrifying power filled the surroundings, terrifying and abnormal, and the breath dripped, directly shrouding Wang An in a golden halo.

"It's... This is the ancestral weapon! This is the ancestral weapon Pangu Axe!"

"God has mercy on my clan, the royal family has reappeared, the heavy weapon has come out, and it will continue to be brilliant!"

Seeing the Pangu axe emitting a mysterious halo, the high priest and the holy woman's pupils shrank violently, their bodies trembled, and they knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowing and muttering to themselves, as if they were crazy.

Immediately after, all the Wu clans knelt on the ground and looked at Wang An with fanatical eyes.

The ancestral weapon Pangu axe, his own king actually brought the ancestral weapon, and everyone seemed to see the rise of the Wu clan and crush the hundred clans.

They seem to have seen a prosperous era, and the picture of the prosperous era of the Wu clan is unfolding.

Seeing that Pangu Axe reacted, Wang An's face also showed a hint of relief.

According to the inheritance, if his ancestral witch Chaos Technique cultivated to the realm of the golden body, he could initially urge this axe, and now it is indeed urged.

Seeing that the Pangu Axe exuded a vast aura enveloping him, Wang An was even more sure of the Holy Sacrifice.

The next moment, the magic trick in Wang An's hand changed again, divided into twelve, and the spirit fell on the twelve ancestral witch totems, and each totem seemed to be resurrected.

As the magic trick in Wang An's hand pinched, the twelve ancestral witch totems were intertwined on the top of the heads of hundreds of witch clans, forming a mysterious magic trick that enveloped the entire bloodline soul washing pool and hundreds of witch clans.

In the twist, the ancestral weapon Pangu Axe suspended in front of Wang An trembled slightly, mysterious runes spewed and flickered, and a spiritual light suddenly fell on the magic circle.

"Boom!"

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The spiritual light emitted from the Pangu axe, after falling on the magic circle with countless runes, was like cold water falling into the boiling oil pot, and the entire magic circle erupted with a loud rumbling sound, and the terrifying spiritual pressure was stirring on the magic circle.

The Twelve Ancestors Witch Totem seems to have met the secular courtiers and the emperor, and the spiritual pressure is tumbling, and the debut stream light falls in the magic circle.

Twelve huge phantoms resurfaced in the air, and a roar of rage could be faintly heard, and an immortal will rose to the sky.

The phantom flickered away, and finally turned into twelve spiritual lights and burrowed into the circle.

"Whew!"

"I sacrifice my ancestral soul with my blood, the ancestral weapon manifests, opens the heavens and the earth, cuts the spell, and breaks the shackles!"

As soon as Wang An's words fell, the golden light on his left hand suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, his right hand pointed like a knife, and suddenly slashed on his left wrist.

"Bang!"

There was a sound like steel cracking, and his wrist suddenly cracked, and a column of blood rose into the sky.

The golden light is shining, like a rainbow like a dragon, the blood exudes majestic power, and the rich vitality permeates the heaven and earth.

It seems that every drop of golden blood contains the terrifying power of destroying the world and destroying the world, as heavy as Mount Tai and as bright as golden pith.

The blood fell on the circle, slamming into a golden mist, and twelve golden threads intertwined in the air, exuding a mysterious aura.

The wound on Wang An's wrist poured out billowing blood frantically, and it fell on the magic circle endlessly.

The Holy Sacrifice is actually to use a warrior who has pure bloodline and has entered the fourth stage of refining his body to drive the power of the magic circle, and use his own blood to attract the origin mark of the bloodline of the low-level witch warrior, so as to awaken the power of the bloodline.

However, because the Wu clan has been cursed, all Wang An must use the Pangu axe to suppress and destroy the delusion.

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