Chapter 640: The Uninvited Guest (Page 1/1)

Wang An stands between heaven and earth, tyranny and earth, golden light, like a golden giant, with the power of the law on his body, looking down on the common people, suppressing the hundred sects.

"Uh-huh!" When everyone disappeared within the scope of his divine sense, Wang An's face changed, the aura on his body dropped sharply, fluctuated, and he looked sluggish, and in the blink of an eye, he lifted the ancestral witch battle body and turned into an ordinary state.

"Whew!"

"Brother, how are you?" At this time, Xiao Ruoli, who was in the ancestral city of the Wu clan, turned into a spiritual light and galloped towards Wang An.

"Ahem... Leave, I'm fine, take me back quickly. After performing the forbidden technique, Wang An felt that something was wrong with his whole person, and every inch of skin and every cell around his body felt a sense of exhaustion and emptiness.

The sea of consciousness is groggy and has a feeling of drowsiness.

The eight veins of the Qi Jing that were defeated by the Pangu Axe are already intact at this moment, but now the chaotic power in Wang An's body has been wiped out, the meridians are exhausted, and the whole person looks very bad.

"My king, let them come!" At this time, the high priest with a bright face ran out with the other two Wu clans whose breaths were fluctuating, and stared at Wang An with a worried expression and said.

After finishing speaking, Wang An walked into the ancestral city of the Wu clan with the support of the other two Wu clans.

When Wang An and his party came to the stone room below, they found that the faces of every witch clan here were a little pale.

The witch clan in the realm of the golden body who presided over the summoning of the twelve totems looked even more depressed and had a bitter face.

"High Priest, you are back, how is my king?"

"My king, why is the holy woman missing?"

Seeing Wang An and the others coming back, the Wu clan here found that the situation of Wang An and the others was also very embarrassed at this moment, and what made them most uneasy was that the holy woman was gone!

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Holy Maiden has returned to the arms of God the Father. The high priest of the Wu clan, with a hint of loneliness on his shriveled old face, said in a low voice.

"What? High Priest, my king, this is not true! The Holy Woman has returned to the arms of God the Father?"

For a while, every Wu clan could not accept this tragic news, their eyes were red, they stared at Wang An and the others, and asked excitedly.

"You don't have to worry, the saint may not be dead yet, I have saved her three souls and seven spirits, I will find a way to let her continue to lead... Lead the Witch Clan back to life... Brilliant!" Wang An drooped his eyelids, his expression gloomy, and he forced himself to endure exhaustion and sleepiness.

Seeing that the crowd was excited, Wang An had to come forward to stabilize everyone's emotions.

After finishing speaking, Wang An took out a large number of pills for the high priest and others to take, and finally released the little golden dragon, and then began to walk to the middle of the twelve totem pillars, sit cross-legged, and recover from his injuries.

Wang An sat cross-legged on the ground, his consciousness moved, and the whole person fell into a coma.

The magic in his body worked automatically, constantly repairing the injuries in his body, and the aura of ancient vicissitudes flowed around, stirring in the underground space, and every witch clan felt a strong oppressive force from the bloodline.

The twelve totem pillars around absorbed the breath that floated out of Wang An's body, and a faint trace of light was floating.

The surrounding Wu clan, seeing Wang An and the high priest and others all sitting cross-legged on the ground and began to heal, everyone had a trace of worry on their faces.

After a while, each began to pray, chanting strange incantations.

In the air, there was a strange Dao rhyme, a shadowless and invisible mysterious power, which seemed to have been gathering in the air.

In Xiao Jin's eyes, the Wu clan praying on the ground, everyone was surrounded by a dark yellow, and most of this aura was gathered on Wang An, followed by the high priest.

The other three elders of the Golden Body Realm of the Wu Clan, their bodies also began to be filled with wisps of strange pale yellow aura.

This breath is crystal clear, sacred and magnificent, shadowless and invisible, and it seems that no one can find it.

Time passed gradually, and the aura on Wang An's body began to stabilize, and the eight veins of the Qi Jing in his body were completely repaired.

After being promoted to the middle stage of the Wu Clan's Golden Body Realm, Wang An's vitality was even longer, like an innate true spirit of eternal spring, with a mighty and majestic blood and qi surging for nine days, and a brilliant golden light was surrounded around his body.

Every drop of blood and every cell in the body is covered with a layer of gold, and the fine bones are also densely covered with strange runes, and the gold is like an immortal supreme god.

Wang An was surprised to find that the Eight Desolations in his body shook the heavens, the tide rose and the boat rose, and at this moment, he actually reached the Great Perfection of the Twelfth Layer of Yuanying, which was far away from the realm of the gods, and it seemed that he could break the bottleneck in his body at any time and become a god ancestor who suppressed the eight directions.

Wang An's comprehension of the various bloodline inheritance secret techniques was deepened again, and the power of the bloodline flowed in every cell.

After reaching the middle stage of the Golden Body Realm, Wang An found that the road behind him did not seem to be purely to enhance the power of the bloodline, but was closely related to the law of force in the body and the power of chaos in the body.

The sun and the moon flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a month passed.

Yu Linglong didn't know where to hide to heal her wounds, and in the gloomy sky, she could no longer be seen.

At this time, the god-transforming monks of the major forces, except for the ghost lord who was injured by the Flying Yaksha King, turned to seal the retreat.

The rest of the sects didn't see any movement, it seemed that they had completely forgotten Wang An's existence and the powerful Pangu axe in Wang An's hand.

Everything is calm, and the feeling of wind and rain is coming.

Every sect did not dare to step into the Cursed Continent again, and they all seemed to be waiting for Yu Linglong to make a comeback again.

The abyss of lost souls is another powerful situation in the underworld, this place is filled with ghost fog all year round, and there are often some ancient remnant souls, and many ghost cultivators like to haunt the vicinity.

However, no one has ever entered the depths of the abyss of the soul, and it is rumored that a terrifying ghost beast is sleeping in it, and it has cultivated to the sky.

At this time, in a certain place filled with yin qi in the abyss, there is a mysterious cave at the bottom, and the cave is resplendent with gold and glittering, just like the appearance of another world.

A woman with a flowery face and a cold and arrogant face sat cross-legged on a futon, the runes flashed all over her body, the laws were agitated, and the breath on her body fluctuated.

"Hmph, little ghost, when I recover from my injuries, I will definitely slaughter your giant clan to sacrifice to the sky!" The woman's eyes suddenly opened, and she frowned and felt the situation in her body, and muttered in a low voice.

This person is really a jade Linglong who has disappeared for many days, and he used to hide here to heal.

Let's say that after Yu Linglong disappeared, Gu Changsheng had been nervous, afraid that Wang An would retaliate.

I have been looking forward to the appearance of Yu Linglong, but a month has passed, and the people who are waiting have not appeared, but an uninvited guest has come to the Immortal Sect.

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