"High Priestess, you have always been working hard and dedicating yourself to the Wu Clan, and now I am nothing more than a gesture to heal you, you don't have to be polite!" Wang An smiled and floated the High Priest and said.

For this somewhat stubborn old woman, Wang An's heart is full of admiration, the high priest has always been like the soul of the witch clan, and has adhered to the ancestral teachings waiting for the return of his king for thousands of years.

After that, Wang An went to the rest of the injured Wu clan and carefully checked the injuries.

"High Priest, what is the reason why the Ghost Clan and the Earth Spirit Sect suddenly came to attack the Wu Clan?" At the end, everyone sat cross-legged on the ground, and Wang An asked the High Priest curiously.

"Alas, all this is a long story, at first it was just for us to hand over my king, and then we kept attacking the ancestral city circle....." The High Priest sighed and said with some sadness.

Then, he told everything that had happened before, and finally Pan Qing and the others even told the story of Pan Hu's burning blood and covering their entry into the Twelve Totems.

"I see, I thought that whoever burned the blood and inspired the back hand I left behind turned out to be Elder Panhu. ”

"Hmph, the Ghost Clan and the Earth Spirit Sect, it's really damn good, they actually bullied us. Wang An nodded and said thoughtfully.

A strong murderous aura flashed on Wang An's body, and the air was filled with a chill that invaded the bone marrow.

"My king, how is Panhu now?" At this time, the high priest suddenly said to Wang An, with a worried look on his face.

"Panhu ....." Wang An pondered for a moment, and his divine sense directly entered the Eight Desolations World.

When everyone saw Wang An's hesitant look, their faces sank, and a trace of ominous premonition surged in their hearts.

After all, if you burn your blood, you will become a mortal even if you don't die, and you will be tortured by them for three days, and whether you can survive is probably unknown.

In Wang An's consciousness, Panhu's body was surrounded by majestic vitality, the rhyme was rolling, and the breath on his body had stabilized.

At this time, he had already woken up, and when he saw Wang An's divine body appear, he hurriedly knelt down to Wang An.

"I'll take you out!"

A voice suddenly sounded from Panhu's ears, and in his confusion, he was directly swept up by a cloud of spiritual light and disappeared into the Eight Desolations World.

"Whew!"

"What kind of expression do you have? Panhu is fine. Wang An looked at everyone with some amusement and said.

"Panhu ......"

"Your Bloodline ....."

Everyone saw the dazed Panhu, and their faces showed excitement.

However, everyone soon found that Panhu was very weak, and there was not the slightest majestic bloodline power lingering on his body, and he couldn't sense the power of the Wu clan's bloodline.

You must know that he was a witch clan in the realm of golden bodies, and with every move, his blood and qi tumbled and pierced through the sky.

"Hehe, I have been blessed by my father to survive, and now that I see the return of my king and the holy daughter, I have no regrets in this life. Panhu looked around, his face gradually showed a hint of relief, and said with a smile.

"Panhu, did you get the essence blood I left behind?" Wang An, who had been silent at this time, said suddenly.

"Returning to my king, when I burned my blood, I did fuse your essence and blood! Otherwise, I am afraid that I would have fallen at that time, and I would not be able to summon the Father God Phantom. Panhu said with a scared face.

There was no trace of regret on his face, nor the slightest complaint, and seeing that everyone was safe seemed to be his greatest consolation.

"In that case, you follow me to the bloodline inheritance pool, and I will help you recover your bloodline!" Wang An said suddenly.

As soon as Wang An's words fell, everyone's eyes showed a look of disbelief, and they stared at Wang An expectantly.

"Are you saying that the power of my bloodline can still be recovered?" Hearing Wang An's words, Panhu trembled all over his body, looked at Wang An excitedly and asked.

A witch clan in the realm of golden bodies, with a longevity of tens of thousands of years, suddenly became a mortal, and he was already desperate, but hearing Wang An's words at this time made him see a glimmer of life in despair.

"Haha, you follow me!"

Wang An took Panhu and the rest of the Wu clan in the Golden Body Realm into the underground space again.

When Panhu entered the bloodline spirit pool, Wang An sat directly around the twelve totems.

The next moment, Wang An'an moved, the ancestral witch chaos trick operated, the golden light around his body was shining, and the aura of ancient wilderness was like a volcanic eruption, mighty, filling the entire underground space.

The power of the rich bloodline suddenly burst out, making every Wu clan feel a palpitation, and an urge to surrender suddenly surged into their hearts.

Wang An chanted strange incantations from his mouth, the syllables of ancient vicissitudes lingered around, and a strange power spread out in all directions.

Swirling, Wang An picked up one mysterious spell after another in his hand, and countless golden runes the size of rice grains floated in the air.

The rhyme is rolling, and the golden light is surging.

"Woohoo!"

I saw that as soon as Wang An's arm was raised, one rune after another shot out, divided into twelve, and landed on each totem pillar.

"Boom!"

Then, a shocking scene appeared!

The chaotic power on Wang An's body was like a tide tumbling and surging, emitting out in an uproar, pouring into the twelve totems one after another!

"Buzz!"

The twelve totems seemed to come to life, and each of the ancestral witch patterns on them was lifelike and vivid, exuding the ancient aura of suppressing the heavens.

Then a scene shocked everyone!

I saw the phantom shadows of the twelve ancestors suddenly appear in the void, and the momentum was as vast as an abyss.

"Woohoo!"

As the magic formula in Wang An's hand changed, a mysterious spiritual light burst out from the twelve totems, and it suddenly fell into Panhu's body.

At this time, he felt as if something was throbbing in his body, and a hot heat suddenly burst out.

"It's... This is some of my king's essence blood, and there is still a residue!"

I saw that in his dry sea of blood, a drop of golden blood the size of a hair suddenly condensed, countless mysterious golden runes were flickering, and a rich blood breath emanated from this hair, rising to the sky.

"Use my bloodline to lead the ancestral seal and recast the source of bloodline!"

Wang An suddenly roared, and the magic trick in his hand changed, and the runes fell on Panhu in an instant.

"Whew!"

Almost at the same time, Wang An suddenly broke the middle finger of his left hand, and a ball of blood that exuded rolling coercion, like the size of a quail's egg, gradually gathered in front of his eyes.

"Go!"

Wang An pointed his finger, and this drop of essence blood shot out, instantly submerging into the sea of blood of the coiled tiger.

"Boom!"

After this mass of essence blood containing the power of the mighty bloodline fell into the sea of blood of the coiled tiger, the sea of blood suddenly boiled.

As the power of the twelve totems fell into the sea of blood of the coiling tiger, the sea of blood underwent earth-shaking changes.

"Tick!"

"Gollum!"

When Wang An's essence blood fell in the Panhu Blood Sea, the entire blood sea was boiling, under a brilliant golden light.

Wang An's blood was like a medicine primer, accompanied by the power of the twelve totems, as well as the mysterious magic in his hand.

In the sea of blood of the coiling tiger, golden blood bubbled out wildly, and a majestic blood qi lingered around the body, like a spring gushing out!

After doing all this, Wang An quietly stood up.

At this moment, Panhu's eyes were closed, and the momentum on his body was rising.

"Okay, when the bloodline is completely restored, it will rise! Until then, the power of the magic circle of the twelve totems cannot be stopped. ”

Wang An glanced at the saint and the others, and said lightly.

After leaving a few people to guard here, Wang An returned to the outside of the ancestral hall again.

The current ancestral city of the Wu clan is in a mess, waiting for Wang An to rebuild it again and restore the forbidden circle.

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