"Oh, no!" Zhu Rong Tianming felt so heartbroken that his eyes turned black, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

The Huolin clan was a hard-core confidant whom he finally subdued. The tribe was not large in number, but they were all elite. Dozens of the Huolin clan’s witch emperors, according to their actual combat power, they were more valuable than thousands of ordinary witch emperors.

Pan Xi actually punched them all to death.

Poor Zhu Rong's huge investment in them, everyone spent countless witch crystals and countless jade coins.

"This crazy woman, I, I..." Zhu Rong Tianming pressed his hands tightly on his heart and roared incoherently.

The corpse Taoist looked at each other, and the corpse Taoist nodded seriously: "Junior brother, take good care of the prince."

Boqiuga's body shook and arrived at Zhurong Tianming. He grabbed a long banner from somewhere and shook it gently. A few smoke spurted out from the banner, wrapping them around.

Zhu Rong Tianming opened his mouth and looked at Boqiuga and wanted to say something. But he soon came to his senses and looked at the Taoist corpse in a panic. What does this mean? The Taoist corpse felt that it was not the opponent of this crazy woman, so were they all ready to escape?

Pan Xi landed on the ground and walked towards Zhurong's destiny with great strides.

A team of elite Zhurong God warriors stopped Pan Xi. Hundreds of soldiers raised their spears at the same time. The war beasts around them all showed their fangs, spewing smoke and fire, and tried their best to show their hideous and terrifying appearance to threaten Pan Xi.

"Kill!" The leader of the team leader shouted softly, and the long sword in his hand brought a flash of fire and slashed at Pan Xi.

With this, the sword in the warrior leader's hand was broken into two pieces. Pan Xi pressed his palm on his chest. The warrior leader's body suddenly exploded, and there was no trace left behind and it was blown to ashes.

Hundreds of warriors stabbed the spear at the same time. The spear stabbed Pan Xi hard. Pan Xi took a step forward expressionlessly, accompanied by the harsh metal twisting body. Hundreds of spears twisted at the same time. Pan Xi waved his right hand, and his delicate palms were like sharp swords to bring up a turbulent arc energy. The soldiers and their war beasts in front of her were divided into two sections at the same time.

Blood kept spewing out of the wriggling limbs, and Pan Xi stepped on the hot plasma and approached the city step by step.

Teams of warriors from Zhurong God Clan stood in front of Pan Xi, from hundreds to hundreds, from hundreds to thousands. At the most, a total of 100 witch emperors of the Fire Lin clan ruled the three thousand Fire Dragon Division, Bi Fang Division, and Zhuque Division, and blocked Pan Xi with 100,000 fire corpses.

Such a powerful army just made Pan Xi wave his fist a few more times and then disappear.

Pan Xi came to the city, and a large piece of runes lit up on the metal-cast city wall, and a powerful force field twisted the void. The shadows of several large witch treasures in the air were faintly visible. As the prince of the Zhurong God Clan, Zhurong Tianming had many treasures in his hands. He did his best to arrange the witch formation he found from the witch palace on the city wall with the highest grade and strongest defense.

Pan Xi used an iceberg to destroy the flame barrier covering the entire city, but the defensive formation attached to the city wall was still intact. The defensive formation arranged with several magical artifacts taken out by Zhurong Tianming as the core is enough to withstand the bombardment of hundreds of witch emperors.

The dark eyes flashed in the dark. Pan Xi looked at the metal wall blocking in front of him, his bloodless lips squirmed slightly, and gently drank a monotonous syllable.

Just a light shout. It was like the roar when the world was opened up, and a terrible loud noise rang out of thin air in the hearts of all living beings in Panxi's world. The metal wall blocking Panxi was shattered, and a piece of the city wall that was a hundred miles long turned into a wisp of blue smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Zhurong Tianming whineeded from several heavenly and earth artifacts brought out by Zhurong's gods. They turned into streams of light and jumped back into Zhurong's arms. Zhurong Tianming looked at Pan Xi who was walking into the city step by step, and suddenly screamed: "What kind of monster is this?"

"You, retreat with Master Boqiuka." The Taoist of the Corpse looked at the hundreds of sects gathered behind him, and looked at Miaoyin, who was headed solemnly. Miaolian and others whispered. The group of sects did not dare to be negligent and rushed behind Boqiuka.

The long banner in Boqiuga's hand danced, and wisps of black smoke spewed out, surrounding these disciples.

"Don't be arrogant, wait for me to learn the tricks myself." The corpse Taoist snorted coldly, and the gray cushion under his feet emitted a series of gray gas to protect his whole body. A crack was cracked on the top of his head, and a white divine light of silence rushed up. He held a mouthful of darkness out of thin air, cold and sequential like a coffin carved from ice.

The gray cushion trembled slightly, and wisps of gray air supported the corpse Taoist to greet Pan Xi. The two were about ten miles apart. The corpse Taoist pointed to the black coffin that was about twelve feet long on his head. The coffin with a solemn aura all over the body suddenly turned into a black light and smashed it hard on Pan Xi's head.

This coffin is also an innate thing. It is the treasure of the corpse Taoist obtained in the prehistoric world. He has been surviving on the prehistoric land and is seriously injured and dying countless times. He has relied on this coffin to save his life. This coffin, which is dark and without any luster, is as heavy as a mountain, extremely hard, and has several unique uses. The corpse Taoist attaches great importance to him.

If Zhu Rong's destiny was not related to several important plans of the great figure behind the corpse Taoist, the corpse Taoist would not have used this treasure for him. This coffin is the real lifeline of the corpse Taoist. A slight loss would make him feel heartbroken to death.

Pan Xi looked at the coffin that was smashed on her head with expressionless face. She had no intention of dodging and just stood there and let the coffin hit her head.

"I'm hit!" The Taoist of the Corpse laughed happily. He had ten percent of his confidence in his natal treasure. Although it was not a treasure specially used to smash people, with the weight and strength of the coffin, he once used him as a brick and smashed several ancient powerful people who were even stronger than him!

A loud bang of flames hit Pan Xi's head, and then suddenly bounced back.

The Taoist corpse spewed out an old blood for more than ten feet away. He looked at the gap the size of a human head on his natal treasure in horror, which was hit by Pan Xi's head.

The heartache was like a smuggling, and he could not describe the mood of the corpse Taoist assassin. He now had the urge to drag all the creatures in the entire Panxi world to die together.

"Ancestor...the ancestor is here!"

Two lines of corpse Taoist's tears rolled out, he was really heartbroken.

Pan Xi's body flashed in front of the corpse Taoist, and a clean punch hit the corpse Taoist's chest.
Chapter completed!