"Hey, the power of suppression here is gone!"

When Wang An attracted the power of the world to linger around, he suddenly found a very shocking thing, that is, the strange suppressive power that had been enveloping his body had completely disappeared.

At this moment, between gestures, the coercion is rolling, the law is surging, and it seems that there is no power to suppress it at all.

In the blink of an eye, the momentum on Wang An's body climbed to the realm of consummation, and a force of repulsion suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, and Wang An stopped attracting the power of the world.

Wang An's body was surrounded by eight-colored divine light at this moment, mighty, and it looked sacrosanct, and an invisible coercion, like a violent storm, shot out from all directions.

He was like a gushing volcano, with endless power rising into the sky.

Wherever the waves of qi went, the eternal Cursed Continent Void actually rippled slightly.

This terrifying aura vaguely seemed to alarm the will of the Great Dao of the Netherworld, and you could vaguely feel that between heaven and earth, there was a strong power of the Great Dao, which seemed to be about to land at any time.

"The power of the eight laws, this son is actually an eight-line initiate?"

"Whether this breath is a magic weapon or a magic trick, it makes me feel a trace of palpitations in my heart inexplicably, it is so strong!"

Everyone sensed the power of the vast world on Wang An's body like a volcanic eruption, and his body was stagnant, and a trace of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter if he is a magic weapon or has a spirit trick against the sky, there are so many god-transforming monks, I don't believe that his combat power is so against the sky. ”

"Besides, as long as he's dead, it's all ours!"

At this time, Huang Lingba snorted coldly and said excitedly, he stared at Wang An tightly with a pair of greedy eyes.

After finishing speaking, the spirit hammer in his hand spun around, turning into a towering giant hammer, the law surged, the void roared, and a great power spread out to all sides.

Huang Lingba was like a giant standing up to the sky, and smashed it towards Wang An.

The wind was raging, and a heavy pressure came to the face, and the sky seemed to be shattered under this blow.

In the empty eyes of the ghost lord, the strange flames swayed, the momentum was rising, and the ghost qi was whistling, as if purgatory on earth had come with a bang.

"Whew!"

I saw a strange bone flying sword suddenly appear in his hand, and a clear sound came from the white bone sword, and with a slight shock, it burst out with brilliant light. The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and with a twist and turn, a sword shadow the size of a thousand zhang suddenly appeared in the air.

The sword intent soared into the sky, the coercion rolled, and a cold light flashed and disappeared, wanting to cut through the space and disrupt time.

The flying sword was surrounded by ghostly aura, cold and terrifying, as if it came from the Nine Hells.

The rest of the god-transforming cultivators, as well as those god-transforming ghost cultivators, each attack exuded terrifying spiritual pressure, and the dense power of the law seemed to completely break through this realm, causing countless living beings to sink in it.

"Hmph, it's a good time!"

Wang An's face was unwavering, and he pinched one mysterious trick after another in his hand.

As his hands drew a semicircle in front of him, a mysterious world phantom, eight colors lingered, and the power of the Great Dao was pervasive, suddenly appearing in front of Wang An.

A vast force of the world, with the traction, rumbled forward.

The eight-colored aura was shining, a vast river of power, containing endless world power, roaring and enveloping hundreds of monks and ghosts.

The void shattered, and countless spatial forces were tumbling and raging.

At this moment, the eternal suppressive power of the Cursed Continent was gone.

It is dim and gloomy all year round, and all kinds of chaotic atmospheres are intertwined and surging.

At this moment, the void shattered, and the sky was clear, scattered across the ancient continent.

The mysterious curse of eternity seems to have been directly broken by Wang An, and the chaotic and gloomy cursed continent has regained its sight and the sky is clear.

All the Wu Clansmen, even the Three Realms cultivators present, all showed a look of surprise.

"Haha, the power of suppression has completely disappeared!"

"Little ghost, this time you're dead!"

Feeling the suppressive force that had been enveloping his body, it loosened at this time, and many ghost cultivators and the monks of the Earth Spirit Sect were extremely excited.

"Hehe, it depends on your creation, how many people can resist this blow. ”

Wang An showed a sneer in his eyes and said disapprerovingly.

The power of the world roared out with the coercion of destroying the world.

In a thousandth of an instant, everyone felt an invisible force rushing towards them, and their bodies were stagnant and unable to move.

"It's not good, this attack makes me feel like I'm falling, you guys hurry up and ....."

In Huang Lingba's stunned, the hammer shadow that he blasted out was like a papier-mâché paste that directly disappeared under the power of Wang An's world.

My heart was beating wildly, and a strong warning came to my heart.

It's just that before he finished speaking, that force fell directly on him.

"Boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

In the midst of all the attention, all the monks below the ninth layer in the middle stage of the Transformation God were all shattered, leaving only the Yuan Ying to flee in all directions in a panic.

Blood stained the sky, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and blood rained down on the ground, and the earth was full of rivers of blood, and it was red.

The rest of the monks in the late stage of the Transformation of the Gods, under this blow, their Dharma bodies cracked, like kites with broken strings, and they fell to the ground one after another, spitting blood from their mouths.

"Hmph, don't even think about running away today!"

Wang An's murderous aura rolled over, his arms were raised, and the power of the world turned into an eight-colored spirit python, shooting towards the fleeing Yuan Infant.

The ghost cultivator does not have a primordial infant, only a flickering soul fire.

What made these primordial infants, as well as the soul fire, extremely frightened, was that in the cursed continent, the primordial infants and souls could not escape into the void.

"Puff puff!"

"Ahh Help!"

Countless primordial infants, as well as soul fires, were completely wiped out by the power of the world and disappeared into nothingness!

In the blink of an eye, forty or fifty monks and ghost cultivators had already fallen into Wang An's hands.

It was a massacre! a massacre without resistance!

Seeing this scene, the ghost lord and Yang Jingtian suddenly scattered, and everything on their bodies was gone, and they shot outward.

"Hmph, you two will stay for me!"

Wang An's figure flashed, and the eight-colored divine light around his body flickered, shooting directly towards Huang Lingba and the ghost master.

"Woohoo!"

At this moment, the ghost lord Yang Jingtian recited a strange spell from his mouth, and then there was a blur around his body, turning into a dense black spiritual light and shooting away.

Huang Lingba's reaction was not slow, and a silver talisman suddenly appeared in his hand, and he slapped it on his body suddenly, and the whole person began to blur.

"Boom!"

Almost at the same time, Wang An drew out the void with one hand, and the void rippled, and the pressure was immense, and a vacuum area that stretched for thousands of miles suddenly appeared in the air.

The ghost lord Yang Jingtian and Huang Lingba, as well as some other late-stage cultivators and ghost cultivators who were fleeing, stumbled for a while and fell directly out of the void.

"Buzz!"

An eight-colored divine light like a wave, silently, shot towards them, and everywhere they went, blood rained, and every monk was completely shattered.

After the ghost lord Yang Jingtian and Huang Lingba screamed, Xuanzhi disappeared into the power of the world.

Heaven and earth were silent, and there was silence all around.

Every monk who looked at Wang An suddenly surged out with fear from the depths of his heart, and his legs couldn't stop shaking.

There are hundreds of god-level existences in the Ghost Cultivation and Earth Spirit Sect, and in the end, there are definitely no more than ten fingers that escape, and I am afraid that Wang An deliberately let them go back.

At this moment, Wang An's aura fluctuated, his face was vaguely pale, he glanced around coldly, and then put away the eight-colored spiritual light on his body.

As far as the eye could see, everyone lowered their heads and didn't dare to look directly at him!

This time, Wang An urged the power of the world several times in a row, and he felt that his soul was about to explode, and the pain from his soul made him almost faint.

At this time, the surrounding monks who were watching the excitement finally recovered from the shock, and left the Cursed Continent with the disciples in their respective sects without looking back.

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