The eighth heavenly tribulation, the catastrophe of the return of the sect of thousands of swords, the sword light was like turbulent waves, endless, and there was no intention of ending. Ren Zhaoming's furnace body refining** is already in the realm of the great perfection of the mysterious weapon, but it is still impossible to ignore such attacks, and flesh and blood are flying everywhere.

However, this terrifying heavenly tribulation also brought great benefits to Zhaoming. The sword light pierced the meridians and destroyed all factors that hinder the body. As the body recovered, everything returned to normal.

At this moment, an extremely strange tranquility suddenly appeared in the entire Colosseum. The angry Xiangzhe stopped, Meng Huai also opened his mouth wide, his mind blank. The other witch tribes were even more stunned, like stones.

What is the most shocking thing in this world? Maybe no one can give an answer, because I always feel that there will be many answers. But a person who worships every day suddenly appears in front of me, which is definitely one of the most shocking things.

Just like before my eyes, the demon clan that all the witch tribes wished to eat their flesh, gnaw on their bones, and drink their blood actually turned into Pangu in the heavenly tribe. The thinking of all the witch tribes had stopped in an instant, and they could never think of anything.

Although Zhaoming had shown an indescribable talent before, no witch clan except Meng Huai felt threatened. As Meng Huai said that day, even the most powerful demon clan would be ruined as long as he entered here. Moreover, the higher the talent, the faster he died. Meng Huai would never allow such a demon clan to grow to pose a threat to the witch clan.

But now it is different. Zhaoming has actually become the appearance of the great god Pangu. Not to mention that his talent is so amazing, even if he is a waste product, it is definitely not easy.

"How...how...so, why?"

Bai Ming, who had just woken up, looked at the figure holding the black sun in the sky, and felt like he was slapped with an iron rod on his head again. He was so tight that he felt even suffocated.

This demon clan that fought with him turned into the person he admired the most. What's even more terrifying is that he didn't even feel any signs of illusion or face-changing skills, that is, the other party might look like this.

I often hear the high priest say that the great god Pangu will definitely come back and return to this world to lead the witch clan to create infinite glory. Now the leader of the demon clan is exactly the same as the great god Pangu. Could it be that the great god Pangu who has returned from his reincarnation?

But the great god Pangu became a demon clan... Even if Bai Ming had an extraordinary heart, he could not accept such a fact.

"A bold monster, dares to turn into the appearance of my witch clan's great god, seeking death!"

A loud shout suddenly sounded, bringing everyone back to their senses. It was Meng Huai, who was the strongest and had an extraordinary heart and had already reacted from the shock.

He couldn't tell whether Zhaoming used the magical power of change, but it was precisely because of this that it felt that things were no longer simple.

All the witch tribes firmly believe that the great god Pangu will come back and lead the witch tribe to create greater glory. With unswerving confidence, we have created a powerful witch tribe like a rock with iron. The absolute loyalty of faith will make the witch tribe without any hesitation when facing sacrifices.

Such a race is terrifying and powerful. But if the great god Pangu really transformed into a demon race, it would be absolutely devastating to the witch race. He could not imagine what consequences would have.

Zhaoming hated the witch clan very much and never died with the witch clan. It was impossible to live in peace with the witch clan. The witch clan whose faith collapsed would definitely not be able to unite like this. Without the belief of the great god Pangu, even the high priest could not easily command the witch clan.

He didn't know if Zhaoming had any relationship with Pangu, but he knew what he had to do at this moment, at least he had to deny Zhaoming's possible origin first.

This loud shout made all the witch tribes come to their senses. It also made them feel as if the drowning man had caught a floating straw and refused to let go. They all made no hesitation choice and believed in Meng Huai.

If you can't see it yourself, it doesn't mean that the other party has not used strange magical powers. Lord Meng Huai's extraordinary strength must have seen something.

"This damn demon clan. He actually dares to become the appearance of me, Pangu, and must crush him!"

"The lowly demon clan only dares to use such means to fight against our witch clan, useless waste!"

"Kill me, let me go, I'm going to kill him!"

The sound of curses and spits sounded loudly, like a mountain collapse and a tsunami, endless.

Just as some witch clans were filled with indignation and were ready to rush into the field to crush Zhaoming, something even more incredible happened.

The sound of "rumbling" lingers in the sky, and lasts for a long time.

The catastrophe clouds surged, like boiling. What was surprising was that the heavenly catastrophe had not ended yet, but the black catastrophe clouds began to change their color and turned into pure white.

As the dough churned, it seemed like a piece of dough was constantly like it. After a long time, it turned into a face that all the witch tribes could not forget: Pangu's face!

This face that they worshipped for millions of years would never admit their mistakes. The white clouds condensed, but they were lifelike. They floated in the sky, locked their eyes, as if Pangu had really returned.

In the sky is Pangu's huge face, and under it is Zhaoming, who holds the black sun with one hand, exactly the same as Pangu.

At this moment, the entire Colosseum witch clan was almost collapsed, with a tangled look on his face, and he no longer knew what to do. Even Meng Huai fell into blank again, holding his breath and heartbeat, and it was difficult to calm down.

"Hahaha, Pangu! This time the heavenly tribulation is actually you. Do you finally want to kill me?"

Zhaoming also saw the changes in the catastrophe clouds in the sky. After being shocked, he suddenly felt like he was willing to let go.

In life, how to die without regrets can be considered as having no regrets, Zhaoming didn't know, because he never wanted to die. But if he could die at Pangu's hands, it might be considered the most glorious way of death in the world.

Now that the ninth heavenly tribulation is about to be launched, he has turned into Pangu's appearance. Zhaoming suddenly feels proud. Whose heavenly tribulation can be compared with himself in the world?

"Pangu, open your eyes. Are you afraid of seeing this world that is played with and applauded by you. War-torn? Don't think that you have opened up the world and given me the opportunity to come to this world. I will worship you and have a delusion!"

"I will not surrender, even if you created this world, I will not surrender."

With the loud roar, he madly activated his magical powers to make his breath even more terrifying.

When all the witch tribes were furious when they heard Zhaoming scolding, they didn't dare to say a word.

“Buzz!”
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