Seeing Wang An's expression, Yan Ming felt a burst of uneasiness in his heart, but he didn't know what was wrong.

"Heavenly thunder descends to the world!"

Looking at the approaching humanoid ghost, Wang An grinned abruptly, only to see him raise his hand without fireworks and lightly. A thumb-thick, white light of thunder and lightning suddenly rushed out of Wang An's chest.

Although this thunder and lightning was inconspicuous, it exuded a terrifying aura, and a breath of silence swept in all directions.

"This ...... This is the power of the Heavenly Tribulation!" Yan Ming didn't think so at first, until his divine sense came into contact with this white lightning, and his whole body was shattered.

"Boom!"

"Zila!"

This small lightning bolt had just come into contact with the humanoid ghost, and I saw a scream of fear come out of his mouth, and with a loud sound, the ghost turned into black smoke and disappeared.

The ink-colored tumbling Hundred Soul Banner in the air, a burst of shaking ink qi disappeared in an instant, and a gap directly left in the middle, and the aura fell to the ground faintly.

"Poof!" his natal spirit weapon was damaged, Yan Ming's throat was sweet, and he directly spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and his body shook for a while.

He couldn't have imagined that there was such a strange thunder spell in Wang An's hands, and he directly scattered the powerful souls he had collected.

"Ahh

Looking at the dim aura of the Hundred Soul Banner in his hand, Yan Ming's eyes were about to split, he had built the foundation for so many years, basically relying on this strange and ferocious Hundred Soul Banner, and now the soul of this Hundred Soul Banner is lost, the body of the Hundred Soul Banner is broken, and I don't know when I will be able to collect enough souls to reforge the Hundred Soul Banner.

Without the Hundred Soul Banner, Yan Ming's strength directly dropped by thirty percent.

"Haha, I can't think of it! this time I see what other treasures you have, even if you use them. Wang An smiled playfully.

It turned out that just when the humanoid ghost pounced over, Wang An's belief moved, and directly caused the heavenly thunder in the Eight Desolations Heaven-shaking Tower to land on the ghost.

To Wang An's great surprise, the thunder and lightning in the tower were really easily triggered by himself.

Thunder and lightning are the nemesis of dark and evil things, and the thunder and lightning of these ninety-nine heavenly thunders have wiped out this powerful ghost at once.

.......

"You're looking for death!" Seeing Wang An's taunt, the aura on Yan Ming's body suddenly skyrocketed, and he slapped his waist, and there were seven more three-inch-long nails in his hand, each of which exuded an eerie aura.

"Ah, this is a nail!" Wang An immediately exclaimed when he saw this.

The so-called nail, in fact, is a coffin nail, and it is also a coffin nail that does not decay for thousands of years, this kind of nail absorbs a strong yin qi, and after refining it into a spiritual weapon, it is extremely powerful.

I saw that Yan Ming had words in his mouth, and with a little finger, the seven stud nails turned into a Beidou shape and flew directly towards Wang An.

Wang An didn't dare to be careless, he slapped the spirit beast bag on his waist, and with a howl, the starwind beast appeared directly in the sky, only to see him roar violently, and all the nails suddenly trembled slightly;

At this moment, all the aura in Wang An's body had been transformed into thunder attributes, and Huang Cancan's halo couldn't hide the flashing thunder on his body.

Under Wang An's attack, the nails shook and scattered everywhere, Yan Ming's complexion changed, his fingers clicked, and the nails in the air flickered, and flew towards Wang An again.

"Hmph, it's a good time!"

Wang An's eyes showed a fierce light, not advancing but retreating, only to see the yellow color of his whole body, he shot like lightning, and several palm shadows with a wild and heavy aura slashed out.

"Boom!"

I saw that the spiritual light in the air was scattered, and all the town nails came into contact with Wang An's fierce and domineering ancestral witch chaos technique, and instantly lost their yin qi, and they were directly defeated by Wang An's palm shadow.

"Damn, you are not only a thunder attribute cultivator, but you also have such a masculine and domineering body refining technique!"

Seeing that his charged blow was easily dissolved by Wang An, Yan Ming felt that he had nowhere to go, and he was so angry that he was like thunder; he felt that he was going crazy by Wang An, and it seemed that Wang An was born to restrain him.

Wang An'an moved, and the starry wind beast in the air instantly turned into a blue light and pounced on Yan Ming.

Seeing this, Yan Ming's pupils shrank violently, and he slapped a gray spirit sword in his hand. With a slight shake, the sword was like a dragon, and the sword shadows in the sky formed a net and shrouded in front of him.

"Zila!"

The charged blow of the Star Wind Beast was directly hit by him, only to see that he was on tiptoe, and the whole person moved horizontally to a zhang away, throwing the sword into the air, and there were words in his mouth, this flying sword exuded a gray halo in the air, and a cold aura spread everywhere. The flickering sword shadows in the sky overwhelmingly rushed towards Wang An.

Wang An's pupils shrank, turned his palm into a fist, and the shadow of the fist flew out directly.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, the flying sword trembled, and flew back directly, and the sword shadow in the sky disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Wang An's face changed, and the whole person took a few steps back, only to see that his fist exuded a strange gray aura, and the surging yellow light on his body was quickly removing this strange gray aura.

"What a weird and vicious aura!" Wang An whispered with gloomy eyes.

When Yan Ming saw this, he was overjoyed, and pointed at the spirit sword in the air, and the sword qi was like a rainbow, and once again shot towards Wang An with the sword qi of Sen Sen.

Wang An'an moved, and the Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique worked quickly, and the gray aura wrapped around his fist disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The yellow light on Wang An's body surged, his figure flashed, and the next moment he appeared in front of Yan Ming's eyes, and he couldn't help but say that he shot out a few powerful splitting palms.

At this time, the flying sword in the air turned around and went directly to the top of Wang An's head, Wang An seemed to have expected it, his face did not change, and he turned his hand over a few palms.

Seeing Wang An pounce in front of him, Yan Ming was shocked and retreated again and again, and at the same time, with a little finger, several spells appeared in front of him to block Wang An's attack.

At this time, the starwind beast, which no one had time to care about, appeared behind Yan Ming at some point, only to see a sly gaze in its eyes, and its crystal horn gradually rose a trace of green light, and the green light gathered more and more.....

After Wang An took the flying sword in the air, he immediately pointed his finger, and a thunderbolt appeared above Yan Ming's head.

Yan Ming was shocked, remembering the tragic situation of the humanoid ghost just now, and patted his waist, an earthy yellow three-inch shield appeared above his head, the shield grew in the wind, and instantly turned into ten zhang in size, covered with mysterious runes.

Just as Yan Ming was trying his best to deal with Wang An, a green light flashed on the single horn of the Starwind Beast behind him, shooting directly at him.

Yan Ming suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis, and when he turned his head to look, he was immediately frightened.

said that it was too late and that it was too fast, and this rushing green light instantly penetrated Yan Ming's back.