Seeing that Wang An had brought back so many clansmen, the hearts of the Wu clan were finally relieved.

Many of these witch clans have not awakened their bloodlines, and Wang An plans to wait until these people have cultivated for a period of time before going to perform holy sacrifices.

Then Wang An and the high priest of the Wu clan, the holy woman Pan Jingchen and others discussed the current situation faced by the Wu clan.

However, at present, there is still no way to find a solution once and for all, after all, there are many gods outside, especially those people from the upper realm, and no one is their opponent at all.

As for asking Wang An to hand over the Eight Desolations Earthquake Tower and the Pangu Axe, this is even more impossible.

That night, Wang An and Xiao Ruoli were in the cave mansion, each sitting cross-legged on the futon and cultivating.

However, Wang An was never able to enter the deep cultivation, and he always felt that his eyelids were beating, and he vaguely seemed to see countless seas of blood rolling, and a strong uneasiness was in his heart.

As a fortune teller who cultivates the way of life, he has a stronger premonition of crisis than anyone else.

As soon as his mind moved, Wang An directly urged "Asking the Sky" in Zhihai, with words in his mouth, and the magic in his hand pinched, and began to deduce what big things were going to happen.

A powerful aura of life suddenly erupted from his body, mighty, and seemed to be able to break the cycle of life and death.

"Buzz!"

Countless runes were trembling, the breath of the life path was surging, and the black books were floating in front of him.

Wang An's eyes were tightly closed, and his whole person was filled with a palpitating breath of life.

At this time, Xiao Jin was also awakened, staring at Wang An dumbfounded, he seemed to see a ghost, and his eyes were shocked and stunned.

In Xiao Jin's eyes, the yellow halo produced by the Wu Clan's prayer or kneeling down to Wang An before was actually violently tumbling and surging at this moment, which seemed to be intertwined with the breath of the Dao of Life, and the power of the Dao of Fate seemed to be even stronger under the support of this breath.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the Heavenly Book in the void suddenly trembled, and burst out with a tiger's lifelike aura like a tidal surge, and countless runes were flickering, intertwined and surging, condensed in the void, looking extremely weird.

At this time, Wang An suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the runes in the void, his face was so gloomy that he was almost dripping.

"Bright Moon Bloody Light Calamity, Bloody Firmament!Could it be that tomorrow they will attack the City of Ancestral Witches?" Wang An muttered, his expression suddenly changed drastically, and he struck a fierce spirit.

"Wang An, when you just deduced, did you think it was easier than before?" At this time, Xiao Jin crawled over, staring at Wang An with his little eyes and said.

Xiao Long also stared at Xiao Jin curiously on the side, it didn't understand the breath of fate, it didn't know that Wang An cast the path of fate at all, and it couldn't see the changes in his body.

"Hey, as soon as you say it, I really feel that it seems to be deduced more smoothly, could it be that my life path cultivation is more profound?" Wang An frowned, and suddenly asked puzzled.

"No... No, I'll do it for you. Isn't it just to deduce the fate of these big guys and how to get through this difficulty? ”

Xiao Jin didn't seem to be willing to say it, he could see the yellow light on Wang An's body, and his eyes flickered away from the topic.

A moment later, Jin finished deducing.

"Wang An, it seems that there are important people in the Wu clan who have fallen, but it seems that there is still a glimmer of life in the dark. Xiao Jin looked strange and stared at Wang An with some hesitation and said.

"Hehe, what you deduced is indeed the same as mine, but I don't know what will happen tomorrow. Wang An's face was cloudy, and he said in a low voice.

"Brother, Xiao Jin, what are you discussing?" At this time, Xiao Ruoli also woke up from his cultivation.

"Ruoli, I just deduced it, maybe tomorrow the monks outside will come to attack the ancestral city of the Wu clan. Wang An looked at Xiao Ruoli with some melancholy.

"Brother, you are here, I am here, life and death together. Xiao Ruoli stared at Wang An's eyes and said word by word.

"Hehe, you really know me, I really won't leave here, I want to spend this time with the Wu Clan, no matter what, I also have the blood of the Wu Clan in my body. Wang An smiled a little sadly.

After finishing speaking, the two of them went directly out of the customs to meet the high priest of the Wu clan and the others.

When Wang An came to find the high priest, he found that she had a gloomy face, and when he saw Wang An coming, he barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

"High priest, holy woman, what has happened. Wang An asked with some curiosity.

"My king, I just made a divination with my old body, I'm afraid that tomorrow those people will come to attack the city. The high priest of the Wu clan looked very ugly and said in a somewhat dull manner.

"I also deduced it just now, the horror is all true, hurry up and order, now let all the witch clans below the realm of the golden body immediately go to the underground witch totem space. ”

"The rest of you, now come with me to the city gates, and I will see how they break through the ancestral city. Wang An showed a trace of cold killing intent on his face, and said in a deep voice.

On the second day, there was silence outside the city of the Witch Clan, and the dust was billowing in a very strange atmosphere.

Wang An took the remaining five warriors of the Golden Body Realm of the Wu Clan, sitting cross-legged on the city tower, looking at the sky.

Everyone had a heavy look on their faces, and there was a sense of tension in the air.

"Woohoo!"

Not long after, I saw that beyond the sky, countless spiritual rays flickered, shooting towards the ancestral city of the Wu clan.

The demonic qi is rolling, the ghostly aura is dense, the demonic aura is vertical and horizontal, the aura is vast, dozens of god-transforming monks are shooting out, and behind them are the primordial infant monks, the shape-shifting demon clan, the demon clan.

"Haha, you're really here, little ghost! You're so willing, slaughtering so many giant slaves, you can still cower in the city. ”

The demonic qi was rolling, and the ancient demon Wari looked at Wang An fiercely, and the terrifying power of divine consciousness fell directly on Wang An through the suppression of the ancestral city, making him feel a heavy oppression, as heavy as Mount Tai.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to really come, as a person from the upper realm, to torture and kill the low-level monks of the lower realm, I don't know where you got the confidence to be complacent here? ”

"And the two of you, if I don't die today, the day I cross the spiritual realm will be your death day. ”

Wang An's aura was tumbling all over his body, his murderous aura was rolling, his eyes were red, and he said coldly.

"My king, please don't feel guilty, all the children of the Wu clan are willing to be born and die for my king, without complaint or regret. Sensing that Wang An's emotions were extremely unstable, the high priest suddenly said in a deep voice.

"Hahaha, I hope you barbarians can still be so stubborn after the city is broken. When the time comes, we will all of you take the Soul Refining Banner. Xu Jin laughed coldly and said a little cruelly.

After finishing speaking, the god-transforming monks behind him, the thirteenth-level demons, flew towards the ancestral city of the Wu clan one after another.

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