Chapter 132 The Witch Clan is Shocking

Accompanied by the roar of Dijiang.

Endless energy suddenly spurted out from the bodies of the ancestral witches.

In just an instant, it turned into endless evil energy and spread across the entire prehistoric land.

The next second, an extremely huge giant holding an evil ax appeared in Buzhou Mountain.

But all living beings in the prehistoric era know that the Pangu body condensed from these twelve capital gods and evil formations is only infinitely close to the existence of a saint. Facing a saint, it can only fail.

Therefore, the ancestral witches are just hitting an egg against a stone!

With this thought in mind, all sentient beings continued to watch the battle.

But as soon as Pangu's physical body appeared, he burst out with endless evil energy, sweeping through all the heavens and worlds.

When I saw this, I didn't panic at all. The rare treasure of heaven in my hand turned into a divine sword and blasted Pangu's body.

The endless power of Taiqing Avenue suddenly swept through the entire Buzhou Mountain.

In just a moment, he arrived in front of Pangu's physical body.

The extremely tyrannical Taiqing Avenue River struck hard at Pangu's physical body.

But Pangu's body showed no fear at all, and he hit me hard with the giant ax in his hand.

In an instant, the entire void began to shatter.

The river that had lasted countless years suddenly stopped flowing at this moment.

The long river of Taiqing Avenue was directly swallowed up by the evil spirit.

Then, the giant ax hit me hard, sending me flying a trillion times and space away.

There was a hideous and terrifying wound on my whole body, and the holy blood began to spurt out continuously, looking very terrifying.

The Houtu that made up Pangu's physical body directly aroused the pressure of Buzhou Mountain at this moment, and pressed hard against me again, directly sending me flying out again.

I was covered in blood, my holy body was almost broken, and my face was filled with aggrievedness.

I thought I came here to vent my bad breath, but I didn't expect that I would be beaten like this by the Wu Clan's Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation.

Isn’t it true that the body of Pangu condensed by the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Evil Formation of this group of witch tribes only has the power that is infinitely close to that of a saint?

Why is it becoming so powerful now?

Is it because they have souls?

I was extremely shocked.

All sentient beings in the wild were also extremely shocked.

They also did not expect that I, who had become a saint, would be bombarded by the Wu Clan's Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation and almost died in the first battle.

At this moment, Pangu's heart in Pangu Hall suddenly began to beat.

The endless energy suddenly merged towards Pangu's physical body.

All the ancestral witches felt that their strength became more powerful, and Pangu's physical body became more solid.

When Hongjun saw that I was no longer a match for him, he decided to take action directly.

But just as he was about to take action, he saw Pangu's body and suddenly turned his head to look at Zixiao Palace.

Just that startling glance made the hair on Hongjun's whole body stand on end, and he felt a very terrifying feeling in his heart.

At that moment, he seemed to see Pangu resurrected and then staring at him.

Cold sweat flowed from Hongjun's forehead.

But the next second, this feeling disappeared.

It's like an illusion.

Hongjun looked at Pangu's physical body which had returned to normal, with a look of horror in his eyes.

Is it possible that Pan Yan is not dead yet?

If Pangu was not dead, where should he be now?

Thinking of this, Hongjun no longer had the idea of ​​taking action.

He was afraid that if he took action, he would lead to Pangu.

By that time, I will be finished!

Thinking like this, Hongjun finally suppressed his desire to take action, and then sat quietly in Zixiao Palace.

In the chaos that year, Pangu brought too great a shadow to him.

Three thousand Chaos Demon Gods fought bloody battles with Pangu, but were still chopped down.

Hongjun, who once served as the Chaos Demon God, had experienced that era. There are shadows to this day.

He couldn't even bear Pangu's axe, and almost fell.

At this moment, I was beaten until I was covered in blood.

He really didn't expect that a group of barbarians from the Witch Clan would possess such tyrannical power!

Isn’t the Pangu body condensed from their Twelve Capital Gods Formation unable to reach the level of the Hunyuan Saint?

Why is the current strength not only reaching the level of Hunyuan Saint, but also far beyond this limit?

Could it be that this is the blessing that the ancestral witches received after possessing the soul?

This is impossible, how is this possible?

Their Sanqings are the true transformations of Pangu Yuanshen.

Even if the ancestral witch obtains the primordial spirit, it is impossible to condense the Pangu primordial spirit!

Thinking of this, I felt extremely angry.

But there was nothing he could do.

what on earth is it?

I roared angrily.

But at this moment, Pangu's physical body was already attacking me fiercely.

The extremely powerful evil force spurted out from Pangu's body, and there were faint signs of the great path of evolution.

And I was holding the Divine Transformation Sword, and the power of Taiqing Dao in my body was constantly gushing out.

The immeasurable amount of magical energy suddenly attacked Pangu's physical body fiercely.

The moment when two energies collide.

The prehistoric world suddenly shattered, and the prehistoric space collapsed directly.

There is also boundless original power, which is completely broken at this moment.

The long river of Taiqing Avenue was also completely shattered by this super strong energy.

The next second, I collided with the evil force released by Pangu's body.

In just an instant, more than half of my body was shattered.

I was extremely shocked as I looked at the formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods condensed by the twelve ancestral witches, with disbelief on my face.

And this battle also alarmed all the forces in the ancient world.

Countless powerful people looked at Buzhou Mountain in shock.

He did not expect that the twelve ancestral witches who joined forces to form the twelve heavenly gods and evil formations could actually compete with the saint.

Especially the demon clan.

Di Jun looked at this scene with horror on his face, and roared in disbelief:

"Impossible, how is this possible? How could Saint Taiqing lose to those barbarians?"

Taiyi also looked extremely shocked at this time, and he said with great difficulty:

"Brother, the strength of those barbarians seems to have become more tyrannical."

"We must find other ways to deal with those barbarians!"

"In other words, let the two saints take action together."

Di Jun's face turned particularly ugly when he heard this.

Is it already difficult to deal with the Witch Clan now?

Thinking of this, Di Jun felt even more angry.

Similarly, Lu Feng in Shouyang Mountain also looked shocked.

Of course, what shocked him was not that the Dutian Shensha Formation condensed by the twelve ancestral witches could actually do it better than the Supreme Master.

After all, this Tianshensha formation has been upgraded, and it is still easy to deal with the Supreme Master.

What shocked him was that at the moment Pangu's body condensed, he saw Pangu's startling glance at the Zixiao Palace.

How can this be?

how can that be possible?

Hasn’t the Great God Pangu fallen?

Why does this change occur?

And the Pangu Palace.

Besides Pangu's heart, what kind of secrets are hidden inside?

Lu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, intending to speculate on the secret behind this.

Then he took out his secret compass and began to deduce the secrets in it.