Chapter 14 Pangu's True Body

Dijiang asked Zhang Han, "Are Xuanqing Taoist friends ready?" Zhang Han took a deep breath and nodded to Dijiang

Seeing Zhang Han's nod, Di Jiang also nodded to the ancestral witches and shouted, "Jiedu Tian twelve evil gods array." The rest of the ancestral witches quickly stood in a position according to the array and roared. For a moment, the sky was covered with black clouds, and the evil spirit condensed on one side, forming a black pillar of tens of thousands of feet. The amazing evil spirit makes all the intelligent creatures of Honghuang feel that countless monks who practice in isolation are all shocked by this, and they can release their divine consciousness one after another.

The twelve ancestors witched the array of the gods in Chengdu. The power was boundless, and the sky was dark. Zhang Han saw that he had retreated tens of thousands of miles in a row. As soon as he stood down, he heard a shocking roar. The roar shook hundreds of millions of miles and spread into the void, but it did not dissipate. It seems that the most primitive voice is like a roar from the sky. There are hundreds of thousands of miles of clouds around the twelve ancestors and witches, and countless auras have turned back to the original and turned into chaotic qi. For a long time, the dust settled, and the dark clouds in the sky also dissipated. A giant, thousands of miles high, appeared in the place where the smoke dispersed. The chaotic atmosphere of this person was stabbed. There was a strong fire in one eye, a cold and ruthless in the other, and the stars in the eyes were reflected in the Zhou Tian, overflowing boundless starlight, and the stirred countless spaces were broken. An image of the end of the world.

This is the real body of Pangu.

"Pangu, it's Pangu, how can it be?" Countless great powers were afraid. The witches could actually call out the groundbreaking Pangu god again, which made everyone not panic. People don't know how powerful Pangu is. Because they haven't seen it, they don't know. But the Honghuang was opened by Pangu, and Zhou Tian was also transformed by Pangu. Even if he thought about it with his buttocks, he also knew what Pangu's cultivation would be like. Everyone changed color in horror. Especially among the demon clan, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi looked at Pangu's real body summoned by the ancestral witches, and they were all bitter, which made the arrogant two people hit again. No skin. Sanqing in Kunlun Mountain is also shocked.

Zhang Han looked at the giant in front of him. Although he knew that Pangu was dead, this was just Pangu's Dharma body summoned by the ancestral witches. He still bowed deeply to the giant. This was Zhang Han's expression of gratitude to Pangu.

"It seems that it's going to be serious." After bowing, Zhang Han looked at Pangu's real body and felt the shocking weather on Pangu's body. Although it was not as good as the real Pangu, compared with the current Zhang Han, this momentum was enough and he took a deep breath.

"Haha, Brother Xuanqing, be careful." Zhu Rong's laughter in Pangu's body has been between heaven and earth for a long time. After listening to Zhu Rong's words, Zhang Han also knew that he was going to be serious, and his eyes became colder. He took out twenty-four pearls and stood on top of his head, and his brain looked at Pangu's real body calmly.

"Roar..." Pangu roared and raised the iron fist like a mountain. With earth-shaking momentum, he attacked Zhang Han with thunder and lightning. The twelve ancestors were not fools. After all, they just summoned Pangu, not Pangu. The long-lasting battle was too heavy for them. Now it is the most ideal to win or lose with one blow.

Before the fist arrived, the sound was like thunder. Under this punch, the sky and the earth changed color, and the ground kept shaking. The space was like a hit glass, broken one after another, as if nothing could hinder the progress of this punch. Zhang Han looked at the increasingly advanced fists and felt the momentum of the sky. He only felt like a lonely boat in the vast sea, which could be drowned at any time.

He took a deep breath and calmed down the ripples in his heart. There were still twenty-four Ding Haizhu. His slender hand pointed and shouted, "Ding Haizhu, melt." Twenty-four fixed sea beads changed in the air in the wind. Twenty-four beads kept rotating and slowly merged into a gray bead. Under Zhang Han's control, they slowly flew to the shocking punch of Pangu's real body. There was no gorgeous color, no amazing momentum, only plain flying. Move, as if it was thrown by an ordinary person, it was completely clumsy.

"Is this Xuanqing Taoist a fool? In the face of such an earth-shaking punch, you actually resisted it casually like this. Do you want to die?" In the void, the power who observed this battle were puzzled by Zhang Han's way of resisting. Zhang Han's beads were so bad that it was incomparable to Pangu's real body! It's simply the gap between the emperor and the beggar. Of course, there is also a small number of Honghuang who can calmly watch the battle. They think that Zhang Han's action must have his deep meaning, especially Sanqing. They have followed Zhang Han for a long time. They all know that Zhang Han will never do anything uncertain. Since Zhang Han If he dares to do this, then he must have his reason. They firmly believe that Zhang Han will win. In the midst of public attention, Pangu's real fist finally collided with the clumsy bead.

"Boom..."

A loud noise came from the collision with dazzling white light. The earth began to shake, the space began to break, and countless auras became violent. For a moment, the sand flew away, and the endless dust rolled in the sky, turning into a gray tornado, ravaging the beautiful land of the flood and famine. After a long time, the white light finally dissipated, countless broken spaces began to repair, the violent aura calmed down one after another, and the flying dust also settled down. The situation on the battlefield finally became clear.

"Myss, this, this..."

When the situation on the battlefield appeared in front of everyone, countless breaths and fears sounded in the void. On the battlefield, the twelve ancestors and witches had disintegrated. The twelve people were lying on the ground tattered, and the blood on their bodies also flowed out without money. At a glance, they knew that they were seriously injured. And Zhang Han is not relaxed. Although he is still standing, he doesn't know where the hairpin on his head has gone. His hair is as messy as a chicken nest, and there is still blood left on the corners of his mouth. The purple robe has also become tattered, and the white flesh has also leaked out.

"Ha ha, everyone, it seems that I won, cough, cough, cough." Zhang Han wanted to make fun of the ancestral witches, but he didn't expect that the force was too hard, which involved the injury in the body, and he couldn't help spitting blood for a moment. Haha, Brother Xuanqing, you won. We played very happily in this battle. We were convinced that we lost. Next time we will fight again, haha." After listening to Zhang Han's words, the twelve ancestral witches also laughed and admitted defeat.

After listening to the words of the ancestral witches, Zhang Han was completely speechless and scolded in his heart, "It's really a group of combat freaholics. They are all fighting like this. He also wants to fight next time. When I become holy, let's see if you dare to fight with me."

Although Zhang Han secretly slandered himself in his heart, he still took out all kinds of spiritual fruits to restore the wounds of the ancestral witches.