The picture disappeared, the green light gradually converged, but everyone was still savoring everything they saw just now.

All of this is a phantom, but it is interpreted as everything that has happened. This is the real Pangu, not the Pangu who was completely beautified by the legendary achievements in creating the world.

He also has grudges, love and hatred, family and friends, and brothers and lovers.

He was also weak, and he seemed vulnerable to his current self.

He also went from an ignorant and immature young man to become a murderous devil by the ruthlessness and reality in the world of cultivation.

He was not omnipotent, and he had also used crying to express his cowardice and incompetence in his heart, even more than once.

He became a powerful man in the second half of his life, but not an omnipotent person. Everything he wanted to fight for was also to fight for with his battles and hard work throughout his life.

Even his violation of discipline that created the world seemed not so glorious at this moment. Perhaps the fearless sacrifice was just to repay everything that the world owed.

The last scene should be the last scene that Pangu recalls in his life, and it is also the most unforgettable scene he remembers. The teardrop turned into by the green light may represent his last mood, helplessness, guilt, and the most difficult thing to absorb the kindness of the beauty.

Maybe he had a lot of words to say to the woman playing the piano, but in the end he had no chance. The tears left by crying helplessly in the void contained what kind of mood he felt at that time.

Everything in the green light shocked the mind and made people speechless for a long time.

Xue Yuhua was already crying in a mess, and the Dong prince looked serious. He was clearly seen in the picture just now. Above a valley like a burning flame, a middle-aged man burned himself to ashes with a raging flame in front of him and Pangu.

The middle-aged man must be his extremely important person, which made the Eastern Prince look helpless and heartbroken.

The high priest of the witch clan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but he didn't know what he was glad to be.

The green light gradually converged and wrapped around the tears, and finally turned into a real blue jade, like a real teardrop, crystal clear, passing through the starry clouds and falling directly on Zhaoming's hand.

In this... for a moment, Zhaoming felt in his heart that he didn't understand why the green light turned into a real thing, and even more so why it fell on himself.

At the same time, everyone was shocked, especially those ancestor witches and great witches.

In their eyes, Zhaoming, the fire-swallowing demon, was clearly a monster pretending to be the ancestor god. They have always believed it. But at this moment, the green teardrop fell into Zhaoming's hands. What should it be left by Pangu's ancestor god, and what does it mean?

"Do not let the ancestor god's things fall into the hands of that monster!" The high priest of the witch clan suddenly shouted, awakening the witch clans.

Maybe... it's just right close... The same thought came to the mind of the witch tribes, and their faces changed for a moment. The ancestor Wu Xizi of the Lightning said in a deep voice: "No matter what, the token of the ancestor god must be taken back. Even if there is a misunderstanding, I will talk about it later."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already activated lightning to kill Zhaoming.

Once someone starts the stalemate, the waiter will naturally act together. What's more, this order is the guardian left by the ancestor god under the High Priest. Even if he is wrong, he cannot be wrong.

As the lightning moved, the flames also burned. Zhu Rong, the ancestor of fire, soared into the sky. He attracted endless Nanming Lihuo and turned into a flame spear, as if he was about to penetrate the heaven and earth and attacked Zhaoming.

Qiang Liang, Tian Wu and Xuan Ming were waiting for an opportunity to join forces with many great witches, as if they were going to destroy the world. They blocked Zhaoming's surroundings, tightly and strictly.

"It's against the sky!" Chaos Bell rushed into the sky with anger, buzzing loudly, and spitting out the chaotic energy to impact the four directions.

However, his strength has been sealed too much and it is difficult to achieve results. If he only deals with an ancestor witch, he will not be afraid, but if he has to deal with so many powerful immortal kings, he will not be able to catch his strength.

Many attacks broke through the sky and came, like a vast wave, unstoppable.

Zhaoming was about to do his best to deal with it, but he heard the sound of the Chaos Bell coming from his ears: "Flash, flash, these idiots are crazy."

I wanted to dodge, but... Zhaoming also had the idea of ​​dodging, but the whole world was blocked. Even if he used the fire escape technique, it would be difficult to get it done. How to dodge for a while?

As I thought about it, I suddenly felt something inexplicable pouring into my mind. My whole body seemed to be enlightened, and my spiritual consciousness was inexplicably strengthened.

The four directions spread out, and you can clearly feel everything around you.

The starlight, sand, the vitality of heaven and earth, and even the attack trajectory of many ancestor witches and great witches, everything seemed to be engraved in one's heart, clearly.

One sand and one world, countless tiny worlds are connected together, forming this starry sky.

The feeling was indescribable, as if he seemed to have dominated the entire void, and everything that happened here, all the trajectories and rules were fully mastered by him. Not only the power of the attack, but also the next moves were clear.

All the ancestor witches and great witches are indeed very strong, but they are not the same person after all, and the time of attacks and the speed of attacks are different. There are inevitably gaps in the attack connection.

Under normal circumstances, I naturally couldn't find the attack gaps, but at this moment, I clearly saw everything in this huge net woven by the spiritual sense, and even thought about how to act and break out of these attacks with minimal damage.

The thoughts in my mind are all taken into action. With the feeling of defeating the enemy, everyone's things were slowed down. Zhaoming returned to his normal body shape, and rushed towards the attack gap with the same chaotic bell that was also restored to the size of a human head.

Everyone thought Zhaoming would do his best to resist, but they didn't expect that he would take the initiative to attack. In a daze, the figure had already rushed into the energy chaotic waves.

With the Pear Immortal Step and Fire Escape, Zhaoming followed the weakest point in the attack of the witch clan, and refining the body of the furnace with the highest treasure, it was like a small boat in the storm waves, which seemed to be about to be destroyed, but it always fell on the storm. Soon, he escaped and arrived at the periphery of the witch clan attack.

"This..." Everyone was shocked, not to mention the witch clan, the immortal clan was the same. Only the Taoist Sanqing and the Prince of the East seemed to have thought of something and remained silent.

After successfully escaping, he heard the Chaos Bell suddenly scream: "Oh no!"

Then he heard a loud bang, and when he turned around, all the attacks of the witch clan fell on the sarcophagus.

The five ancestor witches and nearly ten great witches joined forces, and even the Chaos Bell at this moment was unwilling to block it. How terrifying. Under the waves of air, the stone coffin shaking. The green light trembled and became dimmer and seemed to be about to be extinguished.

"Young Master!" Xue Yuhua's whole body trembled, and she felt a chill in her heart. Unfortunately, her strength was limited and she could not break the magical powers of the high priest of the witch clan.

Zhaoming held his breath and his heart hanged. The reason why he couldn't explain was that after seeing Pangu's life, he was inexplicably concerned about the safety of the stone coffin at this moment.

The ancestor witches and the great witches who took action also looked frightened, even more so than Zhaoming and others. The sarcophagus was filled with Pangu, their ancestor god. To attack the ancestor god was unforgivable for them.

"Kill that evil spirit!" The high priest of the witch clan shouted his order, as if he had thought of something and added: "Don't hurt the body of the ancestral god!"

That's the case, but how dare the ancestor witches and the great witches continue to take action at this moment?

"Damn it!" The high priest of the witch clan cursed, and clenched the magic trick with both hands, turning into infinite mysterious light, which inspired the trapped Xue Yuhua to move forward in the distance like a rope. At the same time, he printed Qiang Liang, Zhurong and Xizi over.

He ordered loudly: "Zhurong, Qiangliang, Xizi, you three come and stop this fox demon for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards the sarcophagus.

"Stop him!" Chaos Bell shouted anxiously, and his body escaped and had already reached the top of the sarcophagus.

Zhaoming urged the fire escape technique to rush over without any thoughts.

The Chaos Bell attracted countless starry light to wrap around Zhaoming, and a flaming fist of heavenly rage blasted towards the high priest of the witch clan.

"You are not qualified yet, get out of here!" The high priest of the witch clan shouted and slapped it with his palm. The power of the galaxy was like the end of the world, bursting and exploding, rushing all directions.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, there was an endless bell ringing. The Chaos Bell was hard to control. Zhaoming even vomited blood from his mouth, his body retreated quickly, and hit the sarcophagus heavily.

"Bang!"

The sarcophagus trembled, and Zhaoming's aura turned sharply. The high priest of the Witch Clan, the first person in the prehistoric world, did not hold back and did not slap Zhaoming to death with one palm, which was enough to make him proud of his own defensive ability.

"I won't resurrect you!" The high priest of the Witch Clan shouted loudly, and then shouted loudly: "Evil spirit, don't want to defile my witch clan's ancestor god, die!"

As he roared, another palm fell, and Zhaoming and Chaos Zhong stepped forward to resist.

With a loud bang, the Chaos Bell was slapped away directly, Zhaoming's limbs were broken, his flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the sarcophagus moved, making the green light dimmer even more.

The high priest of the witch clan had no intention of stopping. One hand was yin and the other hand was yang, which activated the power of yin and yang, and turned into a huge Tai Chi Yin and Yang circle and patted Zhaoming.

"I see how you block it! Demons, evil spirits, let's die together! This world will not be yours after all!"

At the same time, the Eastern Prince seemed to come back to his senses, and also activated the Fusang Treasure Tree, transformed into Nine Yangs and Fentian and killed Zhaoming.

There is no need for any reason. This demon clan, which looks exactly like Pangu, and the things in the sarcophagus, must be destroyed.

"Zhaoming! Go quickly!" Xue Yuhua shouted loudly.

After being able to withstand the two palms of the high priest of the witch clan, Zhaoming at this moment had no strength to breathe, so how could he dodge?
Chapter completed!