Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

Although he was not the top Chaos Demon God, he was the first to rush forward and wrestle with Pan Gu.

The Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches on the side were stunned.

You Qi Tong Tian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, unable to restrain the excitement in his heart.

When will he have such strength?

Punch Pangu, kick Pangu.

Pangu is really filial piety.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had a look of grief and indignation, but they didn't dare to say more.

Zhu Rong has experienced An Lan's tyranny before.

No, his minced meat and revelations are still in Gong Gong's arms.

Pan Gu was directly crushed by An Lan.

An Lan swung the Qiankun tripod and kept hitting Pangu's face.

Pangu had just been resurrected, but he didn't get much memory back.

The cultivation base is still in the prehistoric, and it is suppressed by the way of heaven, so it is naturally difficult to resist.

An Lan relied on the law of war and the art of burning blood.

His strength is infinitely close to Hunyuan Taiji Luo Jinxian.

"Pangu, die for me!"

An Lan suddenly soared into the sky.

In the next second, a unicorn with hundreds of millions of meters fell from the sky, and hit Pangu with all four legs.

puff!

Pangu vomited blood and coughed up all his internal organs.

His body was torn to pieces.

As if five horses divided a corpse, only four limbs remained of Pangu, and there was still revelation.

The body in the middle was directly smashed into pieces by An Lan's huge force, turned into blood again, and was put away by An Lan.

This blood cannot be wasted!

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

An Lan urged the Qiankun Ding to put away Pangu's revelation and limbs.

"Kirin is really hot, now!"

"The law burns!"

The gigantic cauldron of billions of meters hangs in the sky.

Countless flames kept pouring in.

Pangu's screams were endless.

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches are so distressed that they are about to die.

Father God, has been suppressed, and is still being refined.

Helpless, they do not have enough strength.

"go!"

Di Jiang made up his mind and led the other ancestral witches to escape.

If he stayed here again, he was afraid that An Lan would go wrong and wipe them out.

Sanqing gritted his teeth and stayed.

Qingqi, primordial spirit, haven't recovered yet.

Senior An Lan probably wouldn't attack them.

Pangu has nothing to do with Sanqing.

Paralyzed for a while, Sanqing looked at the Qiankun Cauldron from a distance.

The screams inside slowly stopped.

Pangu is really dead.

"Wait, come here!"

An Lan turned into an innate Taoist body and stood on the void.

He looks like a young man with a dignified look.

This handsomeness is only under the Styx.

Chen Beixuan, the Void Demon Dragon, is a mature uncle, sexy and charming.

The ruthless Emperor Immortal Bingfeng, that is Yujie Fan, Styx's favorite.

The chaotic ink unicorn, An Lan, talks nonstop and is loved by countless old babies.

"Meet the seniors!"

Sanqing directly knelt down and saluted.

This is not cowardice, it is popular among people.

Rao is Taiqing Lao Tzu, already scared.

Besides, there is no shame in bowing down to the power of such a saint.

From now on, Sanqing is no longer the authentic Pangu.

The Pangu Capital was destroyed, and this title was useless.

Even, it will become a reminder.

"Sanqing, you have the posture of a saint"