The next moment, Wang An felt that the qi and blood in his body were boiling violently, as if he had been greatly stimulated, and a majestic blood qi rose to the sky, and the mighty chaotic power swept in all directions.

The high priest felt the aura emanating from Wang An's body, and a look of ecstasy surged in his eyes, and he was so excited that his whole body trembled.

"Sure enough, you have pure witch blood in you. The high priest didn't seem to see it at all, and Wang An stared at him vigilantly, his face extremely ugly.

"Whew!"

At the same time, as soon as the high priest flipped his palm, the bloodline inheritance order suddenly appeared, the runes surged, a touch of blood was on it, countless runes spewed out, and a bloodline breath that made people's hearts palpitate pierced through the void.

"Boom!"

The bloodline inheritance order suddenly exploded, a drop of thumb thick, and the blood with runes lingering appeared in the air, and the blood exuded a strong aura of ancient vicissitudes.

"Hey, Ancestral Witch Blood!"

Wang An's face was stunned, his eyes flashed, this breath was too familiar to him, he had refined the blood of the ancient witch in the ancestral witch secret realm before, although the aura emitted by this drop of blood was not so strong, but it was definitely the blood of the real witch clan.

"Whew!"

Before Wang An could react, that drop of blood turned into a streamer and burrowed into Wang An's body.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

"Wu... Wu..."

The blood enters the body, the blood boils all over the body, the eight veins of the strange meridians vibrate, the lines on the skin squirm and flicker, and the dazzling spiritual light flickers between heaven and earth.

"Roar, Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique, refining!"

Wang An roared angrily, his qi and blood spurted, and the tyrannical aura swept in all directions, and he suddenly urged the magic trick to refine this drop of blood.

There are many illusions in the blood, the tyrannical and domineering aura is tumbling and surging, the ancient phantom, the giant who stands up to the sky, is roaring and roaring, and the fighting spirit is surging, after countless epochs, it is still terrifying.

Under the breath of the ancestral witch's chaotic technique, that drop of blood full of spirituality seemed to see his own king, faintly exuding a trembling aura, and then flowing rapidly in the meridians of Wang An's body, and the blood shrank every time it was run, gradually melting in Wang An's blood.

The surging power flows in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, the meridians are constantly expanding, and the chaotic qi is surging, like the water of a river.

Wang An's face was hideous, as if he felt that his meridians were about to explode, and the pain was unbearable, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he urged the magic trick to bombard the shackles in his body.

"Boom, boom!"

The whole person was shaking, and there was a terrifying thunderous echo in his body, and the runes around him trembled, and his breath collapsed.

However, the shackles that lay across the golden realm of the ancestral witch were like a mountain, and they did not move at all.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Wang An's body began to permeate a palpitating aura of rage, and the meridians in his body were filled with majestic power.

"Suppression!"

Wang An'an moved, and roared a little lost. As soon as the formula changed, there was also melted blood, which was directly suppressed in the body.

"Thank you seniors for your help, allowing me to refine the essence blood of the Wu Clan!" Wang An came to the high priest and bowed respectfully to her.

"Hahaha, okay! I finally found you, you turned out to be the one the Wu clan was waiting for, only you can break the curse of fate and lead our Wu clan to glory. ”

"From now on, you are our king!"

"Now the Wu clan is weak, and the human race and the demon clan are all regarded as uncivilized people, and they are arbitrary!"

"My king, I beg you to follow me to the ancestral city and lead my people out of their miserable fate. ”

"The Wu Clan has been silent for too long, so weak that they don't even dare to use the Wu Clan, and secretly live in the Giant Clan. ”

Before Wang An could react, the high priest cried and grabbed Wang An's shoulders and knelt in front of Wang An.

She shed tears as she spoke, mixed with joy and sorrow, mixed feelings, and muttered to herself.

The fate of the Wu clan can be called a history of blood and tears, in this land, they have been captured and sold again and again, as wrestlers, or refined into puppets, and even captive by the demons as brute beasts that provide blood.

If it weren't for the existence of the Heavenly Damnation Continent and the existence of the Ancestral City, I'm afraid the Giant Clan would have been extinct long ago.

But now there are only four or five thousand people, but there are definitely more than those who have been captured.

At this moment, when he finally saw the appearance of the priest's prophecy, how could he not make the current priest so excited that he burst into tears.

"Meet my king, and beg him to lead my people and reproduce the glory of antiquity!"

At this time, the Panqing brothers and sisters also knelt in front of Wang An with a plop, and said respectfully.

In the Giant Clan, there has always been a rumor that as long as the person who breaks the curse of fate is found, the Giant Clan can break the shackles and break through the current realm.

"You... Hurry up! I'm a human being!" Wang An scratched his head in a fog and hurriedly went to help them.

"If you do not answer me, king, I will not rise up! There is only one bloodline inheritance order, and only when someone who can lead our clan to break the shackles of fate appears, it will explode, and the blood of the ancestral witch will enter the body independently. The high priest knelt in front of Wang An and said resolutely.

"Without the bloodline inheritance order, you refuse to go back, and in the future, the babies born in our clan may never have the opportunity to awaken the power of the bloodline, and eventually become mortals, and even the race will be destroyed in history. The high priest looked at Wang An and said with a sincere face.

Wang An's face was a little ugly, and he could clearly feel that the blood flowing in his body actually had a close connection with the Wu Clan. At that time, a memory that came from the depths of the blood, a silent resonance.

"Okay, I promise you! I'll go to the ancestral city with you!" Wang An pondered for a moment and said suddenly.

The resonance in the blood made Wang An unable to refuse the other party's request after all.

At the same time, he also wanted to know what kind of causal connection he had with the inheritance of the ancestral witch and the giant clan.

"Haha, yes! Thank you, my king!" the high priest knelt down again and kowtowed in front of Wang An, and then got up.

"Don't, senior, you're killing juniors!" Wang An helped the other party up in a panic.

The high priest was excited, and hurriedly took Wang An to the Giant Ancestral City.

After walking out of the Heavenly Damnation Continent, Wang An finally saw the appearance of the Cursed Continent, looking at the sparse vegetation, the dry climate, and the chaotic atmosphere rolling in the void, Wang An sighed with emotion.

In this land, the giant clan does not know how much blood has been spent, Wang An does not need to think about it to know that in these countless eras, in order to be able to continue their bloodline, the giant clan has paid a terrible price.

In other words, this is really a history of blood and tears! A struggle for the continuation of the bloodline, struggling to survive in the cracks surrounded by wolves.

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