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Chapter 1892: Underworld shot

The moment Taisi was protruding to the ground, a hazy gray figure rose into the sky in the book of Nailhead Seven Arrows.

An evil, gloomy and terrifying aura filled the world. In a very short moment, this terrifying aura even forced the black aura emitted from Pan Yu's body to retreat nearly a million miles.

Two deep glaring lights flashed on the gray figure's blurred cheeks. He stared at Pan Yu tightly, and a voice suddenly sounded in the hearts of everyone on Pangumu Continent. It was swaying and weak, just like the cold wind blowing from the Nine Nether Hell, frozen so that people's internal organs were shrinking into a ball.

"So... it's not Pangu..." A sighed inexplicably, the gray figure suddenly collapsed inward, and his body turned into an extremely thin arrow, rolled up the nail-headed seven-arrow book and hit Pan Yu's chest hard.

With a "puff", the gray arrow penetrated Pan Yu's body, and then disappeared without a trace. Even the original body of the Nailhead Seven Arrow Book was gone. Pan Yu's body shook slightly, and he was a little confused and looked down at his chest in a little horror.

A little extremely thin gray light flashed quickly on Pan Yu's chest.

Gradually, a little black spots collapsed from the edge of the gray light. With an extremely slight explosion, a large piece of black spots on Pan Yu's chest continued to crack, quickly turning into black gas and drifting.

After just a few breaths, a transparent hole with a diameter of 100 feet was added to Pan Yu's chest. Three days and September 2018, it was shaking wildly, turning into twelve groups of strong lights gathered near this huge wound, as if he wanted to take the opportunity to escape from here.

"What a terrible curse!" Pan Yu whispered to himself: "It's all gone, and the remaining Yuan Ling brand has such strong power. I think it was the arrogant ruler back then... Tsk, if he didn't die, his original deity would be even stronger than the strongest of the Chaos Demon Gods who came to besiege me when I opened up the Pan Yu world, right?"

"Such powerful actually fell in Pangu's world? The Kaitian Saint in your world is really terrible." Pan Yu raised his head, his eyes flashed with dazzling black light. He laughed grimly: "But, he has also fallen after all. I can't feel his breath in this world... It can nurture such a powerful Kaitian Saint, the origin of this world..."

Pan Yu was so excited that his body was trembling slightly. He grinned with a low grin: "I'm...you're welcome!"

Slowly raised his hands, Pan Yu slapped his chest with a strong palm. With a loud bang, the three days and nine months in his chest whine in unison. One day, three days and three months were slapped by his palms, and turned into strange lights and continuously integrated into his body. As the three days and three months were absorbed by Pan Yu's body, the wound on his chest healed almost instantly.

"You are so naughty, you are all descendants from my body, you are my descendants... You don't think about how to restore my strength as soon as possible, but instead seal and suppress me selfishly, trying to prevent me from awakening forever!" Pan Yu looked down at the remaining two days and June in his chest, smiling gently.

"But, what's the use? You come from me, and you must return to me. If you belong to me, you will always have to return it!" Pan Yu murmured to himself: "You represent the twelve most important origin paths in my body. How can I let you escape from birth?"

"All my descendants and all my descendants must be reunited with me!" Pan Yu looked at Yemo Shanya behind Feng Xing in a distance, and smiled gently: "No little girl can escape, how can you escape?"

From afar, Pan Yu stretched out his hands to Yaoshan City, and a larger and more terrifying devouring force was absorbed on Yaoshan City. Thousands of buildings of all sizes in the city were shaking violently. The base of the defensive array arranged in the foundation of the building was shaking wildly, and dazzling fire and rolling smoke were constantly spraying out.

Taisi collapsed weakly on the ground. He looked at the place where the huge gray figure disappeared with a hint of confusion and sadness.

"Where, the ancestor has completely disappeared, and there is no chance of recovery at all... Shaosi, we have lost a lot of capital this time." Taisi muttered: "I have lost the treasures of the tribe passed down by our ancestors, and I will have no shame to see our ancestors in the future."

Shao Si's head was full of white hair, and her handprints had been pressed out from afar.

The boundless black fog on Pan Yu's body shook slightly. He looked around in shock, and suddenly his eyebrows raised his eyes and locked Shao Si in a daze: "What have you done? I always feel that some things are not very..."

He couldn't finish his words because the thick black fog on Pan Yu's body, which was as thick as the substance, was dimmed a little, and the aura emitted from his body was also weaker.

Shao Si's long and white hair suddenly returned to its dark and shiny hair. The originally waist-length hair grew rapidly like a madman. In just a short blink of an eye, the long hair on Shao Si's head grew tens of thousands of miles long, like a vast black torrent rapidly twisting and swaying behind her.

Then Shao Si squirted out his blood, and every pore of her hair was spraying blood out.

She used the secret method of defiance to plunder Pan Yu's luck, and the terrifying power of luck roared into her body. Even though Shao Si had an extremely mysterious ancient bloodline, the infinite luck that came from Pan Yu's body was still not something she could bear.

Shao Si's body and soul were almost shattered by this luck. She looked around quickly and gritted her teeth and pointed hard at Ji Hao!

Ji Hao, who was transforming into a stream of light and slashing Pan Yu, felt his body suddenly tremble. An incredible strange force was used from all directions to continuously inject into his body. His Taoist practice, magic power, realm cultivation and other things did not increase at all. But Ji Hao felt that he had gained endless benefits out of thin air, and his strength did not increase at all. He felt that he could do whatever he wanted!

"How could you hurt me?" Pan Yu smiled lowly: "Your world must belong to me!"

Pan Yu clearly felt the impact of Shao Si's secret method of plundering luck on him. His infinite luck was constantly injecting into Ji Hao's body, bringing countless benefits to this little insect flying around him.

Pan Yu once again focused all his attention on Ji Hao. After all, Ji Hao had a long sword in his hand that could easily split his body!

"Difficult Ant!" Pan Yu murmured in a low voice: "This sword is mine!"

With a cold snorkeling, Pan Yu slapped Ji Hao with a slap. The surrounding void was shattered, the laws of the great way were twisted, and a terrible devouring force turned into an invisible confinement, sealing Ji Hao's whole body in the void and unable to move.
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