When Pan Xi slapped Ji Hao with a palm, the phantom in the soul space suddenly sighed heavily: "Pan Xi has actually been refined into a puppet. These alien races are indeed bold and reckless."

Ji Hao's heart twitched. Is this tall, slender woman with delicate and perfect face Pan Xi?

She was refined into a puppet?

Pan Xi's movements were too fast, and Ji Hao just saw a slight wisp of shadow pounced on him, and then he was beaten by himself. Fortunately, Pan Xi's divine mirror protected her body, and a faint light flashed by. Pan Xi slapped her with a palm, knocking her backwards.

Ji Hao was shocked. Pan Xi stood there a little at a loss and looked down at her palm. She was used to the scene where she slapped all targets into ashes. This palm did not kill Ji Hao, but instead she was hit hard, which made her who had completely lost her consciousness.

Yemoya and other alien nobles also stayed in place. Yemoya pointed at Ji Hao at a loss and shouted loudly: "Panxi, go ahead! Kill him, kill him! Leave his head, hurry up, kill him!"

Pan Xi's body shook, and in an instant dozens of Pan Xi figures appeared beside Ji Hao.

Each figure slapped Ji Hao. The palms were a little crystal clear, with biting cold and sarcastic. Some were as smooth as jade, heavy as a mountain, and some were red all over, with high temperatures. Each palm represented the power of the heavenly way in the world of Pan Xi. Combined with Pan Xi's own terrifying divine power, each strike was enough to kill all living beings.

Ji Hao still couldn't see Pan Xi's actions clearly, but Pan Xi's divine mirror rebounded all Pan Xi's attacks on his own.

Dozens of palms slapped Pan Xi's body at the same time. Some of the palms hit Pan Xi's body and saw a trace of freezing. Some of the palms slapped her body and made her skin red, or made her body sucking green poisonous smoke, or a large ray of lightning burst out.

Dozens of different forces of the heavenly way attacked at the same time, and Pan Xi was beaten backwards again. However, the damage caused to her by those strange forces only lasted less than a blink of an eye, and it was completely absorbed and digested by her body.

"She can't help with the Panxi Divine Mirror?" Ji Hao asked the phantom nervously: "Is she not taking the Panxi Divine Mirror away again, right?"

"If she gets life and death, she will completely return to the same state. She still has 30% chance of taking over Pan Xi Divine Mirror. After all, she is the original owner of Pan Xi Divine Mirror." Phantom said confidently: "But now she is just a puppet that has destroyed her mind. Pan Xi Divine Mirror is yours and she has no chance to take it away."

Ji Hao felt relieved and looked up and down with some leisure and leisure.

Although he had had contact with Pan Xi at close range, Pan Xi was huge at that time, and the entire Pan Xi Holy Land was derived from her body. Pan Xi was the size of an ordinary person at this time, and Ji Hao was really curious.

The pioneer of a world, Pan Xi, the chaotic saint who passed down from generation to generation in Pan Xi world!

Pan Xi also stared at Ji Hao in a daze. Although her consciousness had been destroyed, her fighting instinct told her that something was wrong, very wrong. Why did her attacks eventually fall on her? It makes no sense!

"What is this damn woman doing?" Yemoya waved his black staff angrily: "Kill him! Hurry!"

Yemotuo said a whisper: "Dear cousin, she is already a dead woman, haha!"

Yemoya turned around in anger and punched Yemoya in the face. Yemoya was beaten backwards with a muffled groan. More than a dozen confidant soldiers behind him hurriedly supported him. The two brothers stared at each other with big eyes, and finally Yemoya bowed respectfully to Yemoya and apologized to Yemoya: "It's my fault, my respected cousin. We should work together now to kill Ji Hao!"

"It's better to capture it alive!" Yemoya raised his eyebrows: "Lord Di Shisha must be happy to see a living Ji Hao. His identity is very different from the past. Pleasing him will be good for our family."

Yemotuo smiled slightly, and Yemotuo immediately pointed at Ji Hao and shouted: "Pan Xi, capture him alive, capture the living!"

Pan Xi was stunned, and then walked towards Ji Hao step by step. Her dark eyes flashed in her dark eyes, and her cold and ruthless eyes looked up and down, as if she was thinking about where to start and how to capture Ji Hao alive.

"Pan Xi. Why are you the master of this world? Even if you die, your remains should not be so desecrated." Ji Hao looked at Pan Xi and sighed in a low voice: "I will do my best to help you get rid of it."

"I'm afraid you can't do anything to her," said Phantom calmly: "But you can try it. You can experience it yourself how powerful this level of existence is. Anyway, with the Panxi Divine Mirror, you won't be in danger of your life."

Ji Hao nodded, and he looked at Pan Xi who was getting closer and closer, and punched her in front of her face.

The goal of this punch is the Chaos Saint who opened up a world! Ji Hao was inexplicably excited, so he even used the strength of his breasts to feed himself. The power of the ** is fully circulated, the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique has reached its peak, and the witch power in his body is like a volcano explosion. The fiery star power of the natal star roars into the meridians and bones of the body, increasing the power of the ** power by more than ten times out of thin air.

The air was shocked when the heavy punch was blown out. The movement of Ji Hao's punch was like a heavy cannon firing, and a terrifying sound came thousands of miles away.

Si Wenming, Gongsun Yuan couldn't help but applaud and applaud. Si Wenming, who knew some of the characters hidden behind Ji Hao, couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "It's worthy of being the disciple of that person. He is clearly a witch king-level witch power cultivation, but how can this body be as strong as a four-star or a five-star witch emperor? The lethality of this punch is almost comparable to that of an ordinary six-star witch emperor!"

Gongsun Yuan looked at Ji Hao without turning his eyes and muttered subconsciously: "It's nothing. I have Xiong and a few young dolls. It's just a matter of inheriting the witch treasure when I am in the Witch King realm!"

Ji Hao's fist was wrapped with a faint light of fire, tearing the void and slamming it hard on Pan Xi's face.

The severe pain came, the fire burst, and a large piece of blood spurted out dozens of miles away.

Ji Hao punched Pan Xi's face, as if he had sprinkled a pot of tofu on a piece of granite. Pan Xi's face remained motionless, but Ji Hao's right arm cracked like popcorn.

Large pieces of blood, minced meat, and bone fragments were blown away. Ji Hao was so painful that hesitated and sucked the air conditioner. The darkness in front of his eyes turned backwards. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!