Chapter 816 Pangu?
"Comparing speed with me? Haha." Lin Fan smiled.
Immediately, Xing Zijue started to move, appearing before Dijiang's attack every time, interrupting Dijiang's offensive.
"you are too slow!"
"Be careful!" Xuanming Ancestral Witch shouted, and a rain curtain formed in front of Emperor Jiang Ancestral Witch, blocking Lin Fan's palm.
"Don't be nervous, I won't kill him, let alone you."
Lin Fan faced the Twelve Ancestral Witches with a game attitude.
With the strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they could only be considered a game in Lin Fan's eyes.
The twelve ancestral witches all took action.
Thunder explodes, lightning strikes, sky fire burns the world, wind blades are like knives, rain curtains are like swords...
The Twelve Ancestral Witches jointly launched an attack, although they did not form a formation of the Twelve Divine Evils, summoning the 'Pangu True Body'.
However, the combined strength is no longer as simple as one plus one equals two.
After they joined forces, their combat power increased exponentially. In the end, the twelve people joined forces and had the combat power to withstand the saint.
Thunder, lightning, and fire devour everything.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches join forces to show their power to rival the Saint.
In the heavenly court, Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi all looked solemn when they witnessed this scene.
Immediately, the solemn look dissipated, because in just a short moment, they had already thought of a way to deal with the twelve ancestral witches.
If we join forces to defeat the saint, we can attack them separately.
Provoke conflicts among the ancestral witches, and when the time comes, the witch clan will destroy itself.
Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi figured out how to deal with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but they didn't know how to deal with them.
Lin Fan is only one person, so he can't attack him at the same time.
Targeting Lin Fan's weaknesses?
By observing the battle, Di Jun did not find any weaknesses in Lin Fan for the time being.
Even if Lin Fan attacked the Twelve Ancestral Witches alone, he showed no weakness.
The swordsmanship and sword world are so powerful that they are hard to shake.
The combined power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches only forced Lin Fan to draw his sword, referring to the sword instead of the Bleeding Demon Sword.
Lin Fan did not use the Blood Demon Sword to respond to the enemy.
Lin Fan faced the Twelve Ancestral Witches armed with quasi-holy weapons with his bare hands.
The quasi-sacred weapon struck Lin Fan's hand as if it were struck on an iron stone. The more they fought, the more the Twelve Ancestral Witches felt that Lin Fan was difficult to shake.
The more we fight, the more we feel that we are not fighting against humans, but against saints.
No, even when fighting a saint, the Twelve Ancestral Witches never felt so desperate.
Because Lin Fan was so strong that they had no hope of winning.
It was not only the Twelve Ancestral Witches who felt despair, but also the Styx Ancestor of the Blood Sea, and a large number of quasi-sages who disliked Lin Fan.
Since the battle between Lin Fan and the Twelve Ancestral Witches was not shielded, most quasi-saint-level experts could see the battle between Lin Fan and the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Seeing the battle, some quasi-sages secretly wiped their hands in cold sweat.
"Fortunately, I didn't challenge Senior Lin Fan recklessly. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to die. Fortunately, I thought Senior Lin Fan was a pretty boy who relied on Saint Nuwa to make a living..."
The spectators wiped away cold sweat, but the Twelve Ancestral Witches who fought against Lin Fan did not even dare to break out in cold sweat...
After fighting for a long time, Dijiang finally burst into laughter.
"Everyone, form an formation to deal with him. The formation of the Twelve Gods!"
...
"Twelve gods and evil spirits?" Hearing this, Lin Fan became interested.
There was no pursuit of the twelve ancestral witches who retreated and formed a formation.
The twelve ancestral witches retreated, each holding a position. The witchcraft power was circulating, and mysterious auras emanated from them.
An endless force of chaos gathered on them.
The twelve ancestral witches each showed their Dharma appearances, and the twelve Dharma appearances merged into one under the influence of the power of chaos.
The phantom of a terrifying god-man appeared, gradually turning from phantom to reality.
As the god-man transformed into a physical entity, the terrifying aura emitted, and a steady stream of chaotic power was generated in the void, alarming all the great powers in the prehistoric era.
In the heavenly court, Emperor Jun stood up from the throne, Donghuang Taiyi's face was solemn, and his eyebrows were twisted together.
The faces of the Heavenly Powers were all pale, with fear in their eyes.
There was a gap between the Heavenly Court and the Witch Clan, and disputes broke out from time to time. Seeing the power displayed by the formation of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, these powerful men were worried that the Twelve Ancestral Witches would come to Heaven to kill them.
Mount Sumeru, the two sages of the West cannot see their expressions.
Saint Zhunti murmured in a low voice: "This is Pangu, the god who opened the sky. The twelve ancestral witches formed the twelve god evil formations, which can reproduce the power of Pangu."
The god and man they considered "Pangu" was not the real Pangu, but an ancient monkey.
The real Pangu was Lin Fan, but all sentient beings in the wild didn't know that.
Therefore, the ancient monkeys who died before the creation of the sky are regarded as 'Pangu'.
Even though they were far apart, Saint Zhunti felt the power of the god Pangu.
That is not the power of a saint, but the power beyond a saint.
"Is there really a person who is stronger than a saint? I wonder if the teacher has reached this level." The saint said.
Immediately, the two saints looked at each other, and both saw the twinkling meaning in each other's eyes: The Witch Clan cannot stay.
The two saints didn't think anything of the Twelve Ancestral Witches alone.
However, when the twelve ancestral witches formed a great array of gods and demons to reproduce the magical power of 'Pangu', we had to pay attention to it.
Although the power of reappearance cannot reach beyond the realm of a saint, it is more threatening than a saint.
This power must be nipped in the bud.
The two saints thought but did not act.
Facing the appearance of the god-man ‘Pangu’, Sanqing was also cautious.
They felt the power that surpassed them in the god-man 'Pangu', and knew that no one among them could be the opponent of the god-man 'Pangu' in a one-on-one battle.
The emergence of the god-man ‘Pangu’ attracted the attention of many powerful people to the witch clan.
Lin Fan looked at the 'Pangu' god who appeared, excitement flashed in his eyes.
"Finally found a rare opponent, how lonely! No one in the ancient world can beat him, including Taoist Hongjun."
Lin Fan did not hide his voice.
The great masters who paid attention to the battle heard what Lin Fan said and thought that Lin Fan was arrogant.
It is said that no one in the ancient world can defeat him, including Taoist Hongjun.
No matter how hard he fights, can he beat Daozu Hongjun?
Lin Fan really defeated Daozu Hongjun, but his battle with Daozu Hongjun was not known to everyone, and the Great Master did not know about it.
Many powerful people thought Lin Fan was bragging.
Damn it, anyone can brag!
...
The battle between Lin Fan and the god 'Pangu' begins.
The formation of twelve evil gods not only reproduces the god and man Pangu, but also reproduces the sky-opening axe.
The god-man has twelve heads and twenty-four arms, and he strikes with an axe.
"Here comes the sword!" Lin Fan shouted, and the sword energy of the Blood Demon Sword shot straight into the sky.
The sword light of the Heavenly Sword spread out and struck the Heavenly Ax horizontally.
The two world-shaking divine weapons clashed again.
The Blood Demon Sword has returned to the level of a holy weapon, and 'Pangu''s Sky-Opening Ax is also at the level of a holy weapon.
"Blocked?" Lin Fan was surprised.
The Sky-Opening Ax at the level of the Holy Weapon should not be able to block the Blood Demon Sword.
After all, the sky-opening ax that appeared this time was not the real sky-opening ax, but the sky-opening ax that appeared in an formation of the twelve ancestral witches.
"Could it be that there are broken fragments of the real Sky-Opening Ax hidden in the ax?" Lin Fan guessed.
Only this possibility can explain why the Sky-Opening Ax can defeat the Blood Demon Sword without being destroyed.
The ax was blocked, and the god 'Pangu' struck with one hand.
The blasted hand carried the fire of Zhu Rong, using the power of Zhu Rong's flame.
Another fist came with the power of Gonggong Xuanshui, the power of time, the power of thunder and lightning...
The god-man ‘Pangu’ perfectly demonstrates the power of the twelve ancestral witches and the power of the saint level.
When Lin Fan fought against the god-man 'Pangu', he not only had to guard against the Sky-Opening Axe's attack, but also against the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Fists clashed with flaming fists.
Lin Fan's fist was on fire.
Lin Fan shook his hand and the Zhurong Fire on his fist went out.
Thousands of hands spread out to challenge the divine power of the twelve ancestral witches at the saint level displayed by 'Pangu'.
"So strong!"
The great masters who were watching the battle were shocked and marveled at Lin Fan's display of combat prowess.
Even the saints who were watching the battle showed shock.
(End of chapter)
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