The ancestral city of the Wu clan is ancient, all built with unknown stones, and various rune prohibitions are engraved on it, looking from afar, it looks like an ancient giant beast crawling on the earth.

Magnificent, majestic, coercive, and a tense sense of oppression permeates the heavens and the earth, and if you get closer, you can feel the breath of countless years, the mottled stones, and the memory of time.

"Wang, there is the ancestral city of the Wu clan in front!" the high priest looked at Wang An beside him and said excitedly.

"Well, the aura here is so weird!" Wang An's face showed a strange look, he really sensed that there was a strange law power in this land, and the chaotic aura in the void was also very familiar to him, and the Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique was not affected in the slightest.

Wang An also released Xiao Ruoli halfway, Xiao Ruoli did not have a trace of the breath of Wu clan blood on his body, and he was not a physical cultivator, so he felt very depressed here. The cultivation on his body can at most exert the strength of the first layer of Yuanying, and it seems to be imprisoned.

When Wang An and the others approached the gate of the ancestral city, there was a sudden burst of cheers from the city tower.

At the same time, the holy woman sitting in the main hall of the ancestral city only felt that the blood on her body was floating for a while, and she stood up in disbelief.

I saw that the mysterious statue of her father in front of her exuded a mysterious aura, and the spirit wriggled and filled the entire hall; the power of the brilliant sun ran through the main hall and pierced through the nine heavens, and the witch clan of the entire ancestral city felt a palpitating power;

In the stunned eyes of the saint, the breath of the statue rushed to the sky, and finally gathered in the sky above the ancestral city, gradually turning into a huge phantom that stood up to the sky, it was a terrifying existence with muscles erupting, as if it could break through the nine heavens.

The phantom glanced in the direction where Wang An was, and quietly dispersed, leaving only countless tumbling storms echoing in the air, and the terrifying coercion proving that it was not an illusion.

The high priest took Wang An into the ancestral city of the Wu clan, and people welcomed them, although they didn't know the identities of Wang An and Xiao Ruoli, but they felt a familiar aura on Wang An's body, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of trust that was close, it was a kind of blood resonance.

The skin around these people is bronzed with vicissitudes of life, full of powerful beauty, and each of them is very tall, almost the size of an adult.

At this time, a large group of even taller giants with a faint silver color around them walked out, almost all of them were two feet tall, their muscles were swelling, and they were full of explosive power.

Each of these people actually had the momentum of advancing to the Ancestral Witch Silver Body Realm, and Wang An estimated that if he touched more than a dozen people, he could definitely compete with the monks below the third layer of the Yuan Infant.

At the head of the group was a beautiful woman nearly six feet tall, wearing a wreath of flowers and plants, a body and waist wrapped around animal skins, a purple and red dendrobium orchid on her shoulders, an ancient ring hanging from her waist, and a simple and rough bracelet on her arms.

Its color is like the flower of spring dawn, the sideburns are like a knife, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the face is like peach petals, the eyes are like a surging autumn water, the traces of crying just now are faintly visible, and there is a sadness of human love; she stands in the hall without saying a word, that fluttering temperament, extraordinary, elegant and fairy.

When he saw this woman, Wang An's mind shook, and an inexplicable throbbing flowed in the bottom of his heart; for a moment, in the eyes of the saint Maiden, Wang An seemed to see the passage of time, a kind of perseverance that has not changed for thousands of years, and a tenacity that sticks to the city.

"I have seen the Holy Maiden, this is our king, and from now on, our people will be greatly prosperous!" said the high priest, looking at the Holy Maiden, with an excited expression.

"And you, don't come to our king yet!"

"Meet my king!" A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the witch saintess, and she didn't feel cheating, and bowed to Wang An is Yingying.

The rest of the Wu clan looked at each other when they heard this, and finally knelt on the ground with Qi Shushu.

Seeing the scene in front of them, Wang An and Xiao Ruoli were shocked for a moment and were at a loss.

These witches, for countless years, have been enslaved, hunted and killed, and are almost on the verge of extinction, but they still believe in it and believe in hope.

At this moment, all of them prostrate themselves on the ground in anticipation of the return of their king. It is rumored that the people who broke the shackles of fate in the clan appeared.

Some people doubted Wang An's identity, but no one doubted the words of the high priest, and in order to find the legendary person, each generation of the high priest of the Wu clan worked hard to predict the future until all the longevity was exhausted.

Xiao Ruoli watched Wang An staring at the holy maiden, his expression was abnormal, and he pursed his mouth a little unhappily, staring at the holy maiden with a hostile expression.

"Everyone, please get up, how can I have such trust from everyone?" Wang An looked shocked, and looked excitedly at the crowd kneeling under the black pressure.

The bloodline is related, Wang An, as the purest inheritor of the Wu bloodline, really feels that he and these people have a close connection hidden in the deepest part of the bloodline, and it is inseparable.

Wang An followed the priest and the holy maiden to the main hall, surrounded by witches of all ages, all of whom came to see his new king.

History has passed so long, so long that it is almost extinct, and the king who has waited for it has finally appeared.

At this moment, they were waiting for a grand ceremony, a ceremony to verify Wang An's identity.

When he saw the huge statue in the main hall, Wang Anru's face changed drastically as if he was struck by lightning, this person was exactly the same as the mysterious phantom he saw in the secret realm of the ancestral witch, and it was the ancient ancestral witch.

Wang An already knew at this time that this statue was actually Pangu, the ancestor of the Wu clan, the fierce man who opened the world and suppressed the hundred tribes.

Before Wang An could react, the statue of the ancestor of the Wu clan exuded a mysterious aura and shrouded Wang An.

The Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique operated independently, and the power of the mighty and majestic bloodline surged, soaring into the sky.

Feeling this coercion from the bloodline, all the witch clans present showed a look of joy.

The high priest and the holy woman were kneeling in front of the statue with a prostrate thud, their mouths reciting, and their hands forming mysterious formulas.

"Boom!"

After a while, the statue suddenly rolled under spiritual pressure, floating a majestic blood force, a spiritual light fell to the ground, and the floor tiles suddenly emitted a rumbling vibration sound, the spiritual light flickered, the ground automatically surged around, and a mysterious entrance suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The entrance to the cave was swarthy, exuding a terrifying aura that made people's hearts palpitate.

The witch clan who were watching around saw this entrance, and their eyes were full of fanaticism, and they knelt on the ground one after another, while some children looked at the entrance with envy, as if there were earth-shattering treasures hidden inside.

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