Boom!

The mysterious gate rolled continuously in chaos, unable to stop, and almost fell to other parallel worlds.

The ancestor Hongjun transformed into his own body with great difficulty. He looked pale and stumbled, like an old man in his twilight years.

This scene was seen by the endless creatures in the heavens and the worlds.

King Pan knew clearly that these thieves and saints cared about the most was their face. Letting them lose all their faces was more painful than driving them into a land of no return.

All living beings in the prehistoric world have long been poisoned by the ancestor Hongjun. When they saw that the ancestor Hongjun's magic weapon was taken away, they were also repelled, and they burst into earth-shaking cheers.

"I've been waiting for this day!"

"The old thief Hongjun steals the authority of the Heavenly Way, and has manipulated our destiny for countless years, suppressing us in the name of heaven and earth. He is the biggest devil in heaven and earth."

"The senior invited by Fellow Daoist Yang Jun is really boundless."

"With the ancestor of King Pan, we can concentrate on refining the world without distractions, and revenge if there is grudge, and revenge if there is grudge!"

Many immortals made noises, their morale was greatly boosted, and their confidence in counterattacking the Xuanmen was high.

In contrast, the Taoist ancestor of Xuanmen was beaten to the point of being thrown away by someone, and suddenly felt that the sun was dark and all hope disappeared.

"What a domineering magical power!"

The ancestor Hongjun reappeared in front of King Pan, and was fully alert and extremely alert.

With just one punch, he felt like he had been washed by countless disasters, and his Taoist body was seriously injured. If he had not been on the back of the prehistoric world, it would have taken at least 63 million years to recover from this injury.

His countless years of Taoism were completely vulnerable in front of that punch, and he did not even have the opportunity to resist.

Slap sex!

On the Pangu Axe, a divine light flashed, representing the change of ownership of the treasure.

The Pangu axe that the ancestor Hongjun worked hard to refine was changed to the master and fell into the hands of King Pan.

"return...."

Old Ancestor Hongjun trembled and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to say "I am still a magic weapon", but he couldn't say it after all.

He is an old man who has lived for countless years, not a young man who has just entered society and is ignorant of the world.

As long as you are young, you will be returned after the thing is stolen.

Who will return the treasure like Pangu Axe if he snatched it?

Huh!

The endless chaotic storm started to blow from Pan Wang to the ancestor Hongjun.

King Pan held up the Pangu axe in his hand, very satisfied.

He is not lacking in magic weapons to enhance his strength. After this time, he became a saint of Hedao, and this Pangu axe is not worthy of his cultivation.

On his body, the Gate of Eternal Life will soon be used as a treasure, and he will be even more despised by this low-end Pangu axe.

However, treasures such as Pangu Axe are very rare.

If they had not been refined early, they might have become innate treasures at the level of the Gate of Eternal Life. Helplessly, as soon as they were born, they had been refined before they had time to give birth to complete wisdom.

When King Pan returns to the original prehistoric world, he can use the Pangu Axe as a magical object to suppress fortunes by Pan Wang Xiandao. By then, even without Pan Wang Xiandao, the Pan Wang Xiandao can stand in the original prehistoric world.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Looking at King Pan with a victorious attitude, Old Ancestor Hongjun suddenly laughed, his voice full of mockery.

The Pan King thought, and Pangu Axe disappeared from his hand. He frowned but did not ask questions.

Old Ancestor Hongjun nodded: "My cultivation is still much short of using the power of Pangu Axe to the fullest. But the ability of fellow Taoists to defeat me shows the level of fellow Taoists' magic power. But..."

Speaking of this, a hint of cunning appeared on the face of the ancestor Hongjun.

"But what?"

At this time, Pan Wang asked.

The ancestor Hongjun took a step forward, and his gray Taoist robe sounded, looking confident.

"It's nothing. I just combine my own great way with the origin of heaven and earth. No matter how high my magic power or the powerful means, I can't hurt me. Because I am the glimmer of life in the world!"

‘A glimmer of hope!?’

The Pan King stood in the void with his expression trembling.

As the ancestor Hongjun said, his combination of his great way with the origin of parallel prehistoric times is equivalent to refining parallel prehistoric times into his Taoist fruit.

In this way, to deal with the ancestor Hongjun, it will inevitably destroy the world and even cause harm to all living things in the world.

"Are you not afraid of a god who has a traitor who has done such a destructive thing? "

King Pan had a serious expression and asked solemnly.

Unexpectedly, this ushered in another ridicule from the ancestor Hongjun.

"There is a god three feet above my head? My fellow Taoist is confused. I am the god, the highest god. Who can judge me? Is he a fellow Taoist?"

"But, you must think clearly before taking action. You are here to save the creatures in this world, not to destroy them."

The ancestor Hongjun showed his sharpness and pressed against Pan Wang step by step. He calculated accurately. Pan Wang was afraid of being afraid to deal with him.

"Fellow Taoist, you are too naive!"

Unexpectedly, King Pan didn't even accept his trick.

His power suddenly burst out, covering the area where he and the ancestor Hongjun were.

The sound is loud and the elephant is invisible.

Time and space, void, nothingness, and chaos were stripped away by the Pan King and brought into another space and another world together.

When the divine light dissipated, the chaotic world had lost the figures of King Pan and Old Ancestor Hongjun.

No one can sense where they went, and no one can know where they went.

In fact, King Pan pulled the ancestor Hongjun into his spiritual world.

The world of mind is different from the sea of ​​consciousness. It is a fantasy but real world. Everyone has a world of mind, but only those who have practiced the way of mind can enter.

The reason why King Pan was able to pull the ancestor Hongjun into his spiritual world together was obviously very high in his spiritual path.

The spiritual world is full of colorful and bizarre colors. The ancestor Hongjun looked solemn, observing the spiritual world and working hard to communicate with the outside world.

"No need to see, this spiritual world is the cemetery left by me for fellow Taoists!"

The voice of King Pan was like thunder, like a mountain collapse and a tsunami, and it sounded in the world of the soul.

"What do fellow Taoist want to do?"

Hongjun Laozu changed color suddenly.

He knew that King Pan would not be aimless. Since King Pan said that, there must be a way to deal with him.

Rumble!

The terrifying sound waves that were enough to shatter the world of heavens resounded throughout the spiritual world, and the boundless power had an impact on the heart of the ancestor Hongjun.

The ancestor Hongjun was stunned for a moment.

He finally understood the way Pan Wang dealt with him.

The saint of heaven is immortal, but if the mind collapses, its spiritual wisdom will inevitably be severely damaged. But at that time, the saint of heaven is no longer the previous saint of heaven.

However, at this time, Pan Wang spoke again.

"Don't worry, I am not trying to destroy the wisdom of fellow Taoists, but to refine the fellow Taoists. The fellow Taoists are the innate treasures. As long as they are treasures, there is nothing that cannot be refine."

After saying that, King Pan kept silent again and continued to use spiritual attacks.
Chapter completed!