"This sword... must belong to me!" Pan Yu was like a whole piece of black glass, and a hint of horror finally appeared on his cheeks without any expression. He turned around and looked at Ji Hao, subconsciously covering his waist that had been completely broken with both hands.

A large amount of viscous black plasma continued to spurt out from the huge wound. Pan Yu's upper body shook, and he suddenly opened his mouth and sucked the blood mist transformed by Yu Hu. The world of Pan Fu collapsed, and the blood mist transformed by Yu Hu was swallowed into Pan Yu's abdomen. Countless extremely thin black bloodshots were constantly spewing out from the wound around his waist.

Black bloodshots were entangled with each other, and accompanied by the "hissing" sound, the wounds on Pan Yu's waist began to heal.

However, a black sword light wrapped around Pan Yu's wound. As soon as the bloodshots were tied together, they were immediately shattered by the black sword light. So many people could not cause substantial damage to Pan Yu. After Ji Hao slashed out with a sword, with Pan Yu's power, he could not quickly repair the wound!

Pan Yu's eyes showed horror, and he emphasized again: "This sword must be mine!"

Discarding the Yu clan saints who were running around like headless flies, Pan Yu slowly turned around, regardless of the wounds squirting blood from his waist, he stretched out his hands and grabbed Ji Hao. The thick black clouds on his palm were wrapped around his palm, and a terrifying suction force of devouring continued to gush out of the black clouds.

Dozens of Yu tribe saints who accidentally got too close to each other exclaimed, and were swept into their bodies by the black clouds spurted out of Pan Yu's hands. Their bodies couldn't help but flew into Pan Yu's hands, and their bodies suddenly burst into a large piece of blood mist.

In the Hongmeng Chaos, dozens of worlds of different sizes collapsed, and the world turned into huge energy of heaven and earth that continued to sink into the core of the world. It instantly crossed a long distance following some mysterious connection and was constantly swallowed by the black clouds in Pan Yu's palm.

This time, Pan Yu abandoned the cat and mouse before, and slowly tasted it one by one, and began a quick and effective killing.

As the power of the huge world's origin was continuously injected, a huge amount of heaven and earth's vitality was swallowed by Pan Yu's body, and the wounds on his waist healed inch by inch. The huge heaven and earth's vitality continued to wash away the black sword light left on his wound by Pan Gu's sword. The terrifying sword intent gradually dissipated, and Pan Yu's wounds healed faster and faster.

Ji Hao retreated, he was not stupid enough to fight Pan Yu head-on.

Pan Yu stared at Ji Hao with his eyes tightly, and chased Ji Hao with great strides. His body, which was tens of thousands of miles high, spewed black clouds. Wherever Pan Yu's body passed, the void was corroded into a black track that had not healed for a long time. Countless Yu saints who were crying and shouting at the earth couldn't help but follow Pan Yu, and fell down towards Ji Hao along this track.

Occasionally, the unlucky body touched this dark and empty track, and their essence and blood were instantly drained, and the world they belonged to instantly collapsed. The whole world turned into a huge vein of heaven and earth, and it broke through the air and continued to inject into Pan Yu's body.

The sky was filled with crying, screaming, pleading, and countless attacks continued to fall on Pan Yu, causing the void to burst, and the entire prehistoric starry sky was shaking endlessly.

Ji Hao struggled to maintain the innate Yuan Magnetic Two-Ordinary Life and Death Sword Formation. The invisible Yuan Magnetic Force Field washed Pan Yu's body like a tide, slowing down his speed as much as possible, making him unable to catch up with Ji Hao.

But Pan Yu's power was too powerful. His body moved at will, and the entire sword formation was shaking violently. The huge shock washed away his body and Taoist fetus through the connection between the sword formation and Ji Hao, causing severe pain to his body, Taoist fetus to be disordered, and his aura became floating and uneasy.

Ji Hao also saw where Pan Yu passed, his body caused great damage to Pangu's world.

With a slight movement in his heart, Ji Hao suddenly rushed into the sky. He wanted to take Pan Yu away from Pangu's world, enter the chaos and then engage in entanglement.

He flew all the way to the sky, and I don’t know how long he had been flying high. When he saw that he had reached the sky and was about to rush out of the world's diaphragm, a figure suddenly flashed out in the void, and the evil Yu Yu in black robe blocked Ji Hao's way.

A very thin voice sounded in Ji Hao's ears. It was Yu Yu who was talking to Ji Hao: "Good disciple, don't rush out of Pangu's world, just entangle Panyu here... I really didn't expect that Fuxi and the others had such a means. They actually created such a strange thing as a prayer altar, which actually allowed these evil ghosts of the alien race to break through the holy realm one by one!"

"Pan Yu Pokong collapsed the worlds of these Yu clan saints, and devoured the original power of those worlds from the sky... The distance was too far, and he could not swallow these worlds. As long as he was in Pangu World, the original power of those worlds came through the sky, and more than 60% of the original power was intercepted and merged by Pangu World."

Ji Hao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Jiye Yu Yu: "What is the master's intention?"

"Let Pan Yu be here, entangle him, let him do whatever he wants... let all the saints of the alien race die here." A cold and infinite light flashed in Yu Yu's eyes: "This is a matter of great merit... This is a truly unexpected joy!"

Ji Hao looked back at Pan Yu who was chasing him. He took a deep breath and then slashed Pan Yu with another blow.

The sword light was cold, and Pan Yu's head suddenly tilted, avoiding the sword light that was pricked on his eyebrows. The sword light that had been thousands of miles long pierced from his left shoulder and gushed out from his right soft ribs. Pan Yu opened his mouth and squirted blood. He grabbed all around with both hands. Dozens of unlucky Yu saints were grabbed by him in his hands, and he sucked them cleanly in a few breaths.

Yu Meng wailed in despair: "Master Ji Hao... help us! Hurry up and kill this terrible monster. How could the origin of our Yu clan be such a terrible monster?"

Ji Hao remained silent. He opened the sword formation with all his might and his body quickly penetrated into the sword formation.

Yu Meng and others were pulled into the sword formation together with Pan Yu. The two sect leaders also chased after him and plunged into the sword formation. Abao and others let out a long roar, and Fuxi and the Emperor also took the initiative to enter the sword formation set up by Ji Hao without hesitation.

The sword energy soared into the sky, and countless people slashed around Pan Yu in the sword formation, and the void was shaking violently. Those Yu nobles who had consumed the world's fortunes through praying and altars were wantonly harvested and swallowed by Pan Yu like wild grass.

Pan Yu's big hand grabbed and slapped Ji Hao randomly. Ji Hao turned into a very thin stream of light and flew around Pan Yu's body. The Pangu sword in his hand gradually reduced its strength and slashed and slashed at Pan Yu's palm.

Pan Yu was quite afraid of avoiding the sharpness of Pangu's sword and did not dare to touch the sword light with both hands.
Chapter completed!