Tang Changsheng's heart was shocked, when his vision was not high before, he thought that Panshen was just an earth immortal, but now when he heard this Yude Zhenjun talk about it, he was actually a Taiyi immortal, which was terrifying. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's no wonder that last time in the Yin World, the Immortal Gate sent more than two hundred Yang God True Beings, as well as many masters of the Heavenly Court, as well as the Refining Qi Immortals who pressed the array, all of them were still helpless against that Pan God!

Inside the castle

"Hasn't the ancestral god responded yet?" The city lord of Don City stared blankly at the sorcerer on the altar who was constantly praying for a response from the god of blood, and said in a sweat.

Dozens of slaves had already been pushed onto the altar and killed, blood flowing down the waterways left by the altar, dyeing the already dark brown color back again!

"Not enough, not enough, I want more slaves!" cried the Pan wizard standing on the altar as if he were crazy, holding his head up.

A great fear was in his heart, so much so that he almost went crazy.

No one could have imagined that the impregnable walls of Don would suddenly collapse in an explosion.

This is the place where the pan god shines brightly, and it is a first-class city of the pan clan!

However, seeing the enemy enter Pancheng, he couldn't communicate the power of Panshen. Even the connection with the god of pan is intermittent......

"Those alien gods, they must be those alien gods from the outer lands, I need more blood slaves to worship the ancestral gods!"

The lord of Naton wiped the sweat from his forehead, and with a wave of his hand, a group of slaves was immediately driven to the altar.

It's just that there was a small commotion in the ranks.

Originally, those slaves were the most obedient, and even if they were driven to the altar for blood sacrifice, they never dared to resist.

Today, however, it seems to have been affected, knowing that the fall of the city of Don is imminent. Even the slaves who were so desperate began to rebel at this time......

A Pan warrior was accidentally bitten by a slave on the throat like a beast, and refused to let go.

The other Pan warriors around him kept stabbing the slave with their weapons, but the slave refused to let go at all, and even swallowed the blood of the warrior.

When the last Pan-tribe warrior was rescued, the throat had already been bitten off, and the person had already died of blood loss.

Such a terrible scene made the Pan warriors who had always regarded these slaves as cattle and sheep, kill them if they wanted, and fight when they wanted to fight them, and for a while they even felt that the eyes of those slaves around them became dangerous.

Until the sorcerer of the Pan tribe scolded on the altar: "What are you fools still doing? Hurry up and catch up with these slaves, if anyone resists, it doesn't matter if they are killed!"

Only then did the Pan warriors react, holding their weapons and driving the slaves to the altar.

The unarmed slaves were driven to the altar by heavily armed Pan soldiers, killed one by one mercilessly, and let the blood flow freely throughout the altar.

"O Almighty Ancestral God, Thou art the will of the heavens, Thou art the embodiment of the earth, and thy mighty power is like the sun, shining on all things. Your children will rule the whole world in your name forever. ”

The greetings spread far and wide amid the wizard's frantic shouts, rumbling as if they were going to reach the darkness!

"Now there are clowns who want to desecrate your glory and kill your children and grandchildren. O Almighty Ancestral God, please send down your strength to punish these sinners!"

This voice has been transmitted to the depths of the netherworld, in the ruins of the gods.

It also makes the panshen as irritable as a trapped beast, and he wants to separate his clones to rescue his threatened descendants, but the entire outside of the panshen ruins is full of enemies, waiting for him to reveal his flaws.

It also made Panshen dare not act rashly at all, and could only watch the prayers of his children and grandchildren become more and more eager.

It also made this pan god can't help but do it several times, but the golden light outside the ruins of the pan god will always remind him and calm him down.

The shouts of killing in the city were getting closer and closer, and they continued to penetrate deeper and deeper into the inner city, which made the priest's voice more and more anxious and sharp, from the initial confidence to pessimism and despair.

"O Almighty Ancestral God, why don't you answer the prayers of your descendants, and do you sit back and watch your blood be killed by those filthy savages...... Are you, who are omnipotent, afraid of the gods who lead them?"

How dare this priest use such blasphemous language in normal times, but when he saw that his enemies were slaughtered, he could no longer cry out.

"Don't wait for your ancestral gods!"

A voice came from afar, and sneered: "He can't protect himself now, and he can't care about you people......"

Before the words fell, he saw Yude Zhenjun show his figure, and walked towards the altar with a slow and logical hand.

"Protect the altar, protect the altar!"

Without waiting for the city lord to speak, the Pan clan warriors who were guarding nearby had already shouted loudly and killed Yude Zhenjun.

It's a pity that there is no need for Yude Zhenjun to make a move, and all the Pan clan warriors who are close to him are directly turned into corpses.

However, the altar is the most sacred thing in a Pan city, and it is also their last hope. Although none of them were able to rush close to Yude Zhenjun's body, hundreds of Pan clan warriors still pounced one after another.

Seeing such a scene, Yude Zhenjun frowned slightly. As a true immortal master, these Pan clan warriors are just ants in his eyes.

However, this does not mean that he is willing to kill so wantonly, and cause and effect are not justified. However, killing too many beings will always cause resentment and anger, which is quite unfavorable for cultivators who pay attention to pure cultivation!

Of course, if you spend a little more money in normal years, it is not impossible to eliminate these negative breaths.

However, seeing that it was about to be a big battle with the Zichen demon.

It was an extremely cruel war, and even true immortals were not sure that they would survive.

In such a situation, it is still impossible to travel lightly, let alone carry a time bomb.

However, just avoiding these ant-like Pan clan warriors, Yude Zhenjun will also feel that his face can't be hung up.

At such a dilemma, I heard a faint voice say: "Kill the chicken with a knife, and ask Zhenjun to destroy the altar directly, and these Pan clan warriors will be handed over to me to deal with!"

Although he has never had a good impression of Tang Changsheng, Yude Zhenjun couldn't help but feel a faint gratitude to Tang Changsheng at this time. Even if it's just a little bit!

Anyway, Tang Changsheng always helped him find a step down. Yude Zhenjun snorted coldly, and then ignored those Pan clan warriors on the ground, flew into the air, and in one step, he had already killed towards the altar.