Zhaoming and Pangu God are the same, even Menghuai can't tell the difference, let alone these ordinary Golden Immortal Realm witch clans.

A person who is worshiped by himself every day and only has the legend of zài, suddenly appears in front of his eyes, and that kind of spiritual impact can actually be digested in a moment and a half.

This Golden Immortal Witch Clan exclaimed, and immediately made the other Witch Clans look over, and their faces were immediately shocked, all of them were general changes. I opened my mouth to speak, but I held it in my mouth, I couldn't say half a word, my whole body trembled, and I couldn't say it.

At this moment, Mo said that he had done it, and even the hostility disappeared, and he couldn't wait to kneel down and worship.

Zhaoming didn't speak, just glared at the dozen or so witch clans fiercely, and then continued to heal Yang Sansan. It's just that at this time, it's not like doing nothing, secretly mobilizing mental power to start running the Rin Divine Technique.

A powerful and terrifying coercion emanated from Zhaoming's body, as if he had reappeared as a king of the world. The Wu clan, which was already messy because of its appearance, was even more unbearable when it was affected by Rin's divine arts.

With a pop, a witch clan knelt on the ground, knocked his head down, pressed against the ground, and said with infinite excitement: "Pangu God, are you back?"

With the first one, the other witches followed suit, kneeling on the ground one by one and prostrating their heads continuously.

"Pangu God, we have been waiting for you for thousands of years!"

"Pangu God, please lead us to dominate the whole world and make my Wu clan the true king!"

The words of respectful expectation came and went, and Zhaoming's heart was like stopping water, but he continued to urge Rin Divine Technique. This is an extremely advanced spiritual power exercise, and when it is first practiced, it seems that it can only enhance the effect of spiritual power, but once it reaches a certain level, it can have a strong impact on the spiritual power of others.

This is a kind of magical exercise that the higher the cultivation, the improvement effect will be multiplied. At the point of Zhaoming's death, although it is not enough to cause direct lethal effects, it can already affect the monks of the same realm who are not strong enough in their mental power.

Especially the Wu Clan, which is a race that has no primordial gods and only relies on the power of the soul to provide spiritual power, except for some special Wu clans. The spiritual power of the other Wu clans is far inferior to the demon clans and immortal clans in the realm.

Coupled with the impact of their minds, they were even more defenseless in the face of the silent influence of Rin's divine technique, and they didn't think about why their "Pangu Great God" would be doing their best to save a demon clan.

Zhaoming didn't speak, and more than a dozen Wu clans didn't dare to get up, and none of them stood up until the injuries in Yang Sansan's body stabilized.

"Former ...... Senior!" Yang Sansan opened his eyes and shouted weakly as he looked at Zhaoming.

Zhaoming shook his head, motioned for her not to say more, and then looked back at the dozen or so witch clans and asked, "Pangu Great God?"

"Exactly!" the leader of the Wu clan hurriedly said, "There is a statue of your god on Wu Island. We have prostrated for thousands of years, and we will never admit our mistakes. ”

When the mind has decided on something, it will think of various reasons to make this qiē really what he thinks. Even if Zhaoming asked such a flawed sentence, he didn't doubt it, and he was testing himself as the "Pangu God".

Zhaoming smiled slightly: "You have bowed to me for thousands of years, aren't you my most faithful believer?"

The leader of the Golden Immortal Witch Clan nodded busily: "You are our Father, because you have our Witch Clan, so we are the most powerful." We are more than just your believers. It's your people. ”

In the face of the test of the "Pangu God", it is natural to show loyalty as soon as possible.

Zhaoming nodded: "Very good." Then what do I tell you to do, will you all obey?"

The Golden Immortal Witch Clan nodded hurriedly, and said eagerly: "Sword Mountain and Sea of Fire, don't dare to disobey, as long as Father God gives you an order." ”

"Haha! good, very good!" Akira laughed. His face sank again: "What if I want you to die?"

"What?" The dozen or so Wu clans were stunned and didn't react.

They didn't move, but Zhaoming did. A black fire was condensed in his hand, and his feet stepped on the pear fairy step, and his figure flashed. It has passed through a dozen witches.

After a pause, I heard a "bang" again, and more than a dozen witch clans turned into fire balls.

"Why?"

All the witches had a question at the same time, and before they could react further, they had already turned into ashes and drifted away little by little.

Whether it is the Dafa of Oven Refining the Body, or the Flame Technique, including the Flame Dao Pattern, it can be said to be a miracle of the world. One of the biggest characteristics of this exercise is that the higher the cultivation, the more terrifying the effect will be.

Now that Zhaoming has reached the realm of the Golden Immortal, the first essence flower has been condensed by the three flowers on the top, and the strength is not only as simple as making a breakthrough, it can almost be said that there has been a qualitative change.

Watching the corpses of more than a dozen witch clans turn to ashes, Zhaoming's eyes were extremely cold, without the slightest emotion.

Although he hates the Wu Clan, he always has some principles in his actions, even if he has slaughtered tens of thousands of Wu Clans who are powerless, but he still has some pity in his heart. And after listening to the words of the bitter monk in the past, he was quite touched and felt that fighting and killing did not necessarily solve the root of the problem.

If these witches had faced themselves with such a pious attitude before, he probably wouldn't have been able to kill them so lightly.

But now it was different, after the Colosseum trip, the pity in his heart had been washed clean by the Wu clan with the blood and flesh of his kind. In his lifetime, he will not have any mercy for the Wu Clan, let alone live in peace with the Wu Clan one day.

Everything has become simpler, and there is only one word between myself and the Wu clan: kill!

Either the Wu clan killed themselves, or they killed the Wu clan, and they didn't share the sky.

Standing tall, looking around, he wondered which direction he should go. There is no doubt that the news of the Colosseum will spread soon, and the witch hunt will naturally come.

Even if there is no Colosseum, this is also the territory of the Wu Clan, and it is quite dangerous. The trouble is that where I am now, which direction of the Wu clan is relatively few, relatively weak, I don't know, there is a sense of difficulty.

"Former ...... Senior!"

Seeing Zhaoming looking in all directions, Yang Sansan hurriedly shouted. It's not that she's physically uncomfortable, she's just worried that Zhaoming will leave her. In that case, she will not see the slightest hope of living.

Hearing Yang Sansan's voice, Zhaoming's heart suddenly moved, and he asked, "Sansan, do you know where this is?

Yang Sansan looked at the four directions, seemed to hesitate, and after a while, he said with a slight hesitation: "We should be in the territory of Juye, I don't know where it is, but if you want to leave the territory of the Wu Clan, it must be right to go east." ”

"Why?" asked Zhaoming.

When it comes to life and death, he saw that Yang Sansan was not sure of what he said, so he naturally would not go east as she said.

A hint of fascination immediately appeared on Yang Sansan's face, and he said: "In the past, there was a sacred mountain on the side of Lintai, the capital of Juye Country, called Taishan. There is a holy girl on the top of the mountain, which has sheltered our Juye people several times. The Wu clan did not dare to approach Taishan, so there were fewer Wu clans stationed in this direction. ”

"Impossible!" Zhaoming shook his head in denial, and then asked: "With the strength of the high priest of the Wu clan, he will never let such a place exist in the territory. ”

He hated the Wicans and hated the High Priest, but he didn't underestimate the Wicans and the High Priest because of that.

The high priest's strength is clear, and when he was in Yaochi, he was not afraid at all even in the face of many immortal kings joining forces, and he was not left behind. That calm and relaxed appearance even made Zhaoming wonder if he was hiding his strength.

The demon clan no longer has the strongest person, and he doesn't believe that this Xueyuhua can compete with the high priest. If this is the case, why did the demon clan end up in this field today.

Seeing that Zhaoming didn't believe it, Yang Sansan was in a hurry, and hurriedly shook his head and said, "Senior, this matter is true. Snow Yuhua is the holy daughter of my beast-like demon clan, and no one knows what her strength is. But Taishan is the first formation in the world, and the emperor and the Taoist ancestor have been there one after another, and they are all helpless. Although the high priest of the Wu clan is strong, he can't break that kind of formation, so naturally there is no way to take the holy woman. ”

"And this kind of thing!" Zhao Ming was shocked.

It is rumored that the Demon Emperor has fought all over the heavens and the earth with invincible opponents, and his strength is probably still above that of Dao Ancestor. It's just that the ages are far apart, and there is no more evidence left, so Zhaoming can't guess how strong it is.

But the strength of the Dao Ancestor can be imagined, a person who can stand out in the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation, a person who can defeat the Demon Ancestor and achieve the supreme in the world, how can he be a weak?

If the Taishan Array was helpless even for them, the High Priest would naturally have no choice.

Yang Sansan nodded: "It's true, how dare the juniors deceive the seniors." ”

The other party really had no reason to deceive, but Zhaoming always felt that there was something wrong, thought about it for a while, and suddenly thought of it, and asked suspiciously: "How do you know so much?"

Yang Sansan's background should not be very good, and his strength is not over, but he knows more than himself, which is unreasonable.

Yang Sansan bowed his head slightly: "Senior, don't hide it, how could it be that I originally lived near Taishan!"

Goodbye Zhaoming seemed to still have doubts, and hurriedly opened his mouth to explain.

Zhaoming shook his head: "Later, let's get out of here first." ”

Although the first wave of the Wu clan was solved, there was a lot of movement when it landed, and I was afraid that other Wu clans would come.

Picking up Hou Yi's feather arrows and wanting to collect them, he found that he couldn't do it. There is Hou Yi's divine sense in this arrow, and there is a furrow in his chest that can't collect such a thing.

If you take it away, I'm afraid that sooner or later you will be caught up by Hou Yi.

After a little hesitation, he looked around and suddenly had a plan. I found a stone that was ten meters high and erected it on the ground, used my palm as a knife, flattened one side, and rose into the air, carving several large characters from top to bottom.

After looking at the words on the stone, Zhaoming pierced the feather arrow in his hand into the top of the stone, and then picked up Yang Sansan and flew away. (To be continued......)