Ancestor, I was going through a tribulation, but I was accidentally exposed on the live broadcast!

"Ancestor!"

An Ran was a little worried and couldn't help calling him. She subconsciously leaned forward and wanted to run to him, but was immediately pulled back by Li Qingxuan beside her.

"Don't go there!"

The ends of Li Qingxuan's eyes were red. He knew that the two of them were on the verge of a fight. At this time, they could only minimize their presence as much as possible, which would be the greatest help to their ancestor.

At this time, the fans who came one after another also noticed something was wrong and started talking one after another.

"I don't feel right. The ancestor looks a little scary."

"What's so scary? You didn't see the person across from you. He's just like a Super Saiyan and can transform!"

A fan who came earlier patted his chest with lingering fear. He was scared to death just now.

"Yes, I saw it too. It was really terrifying. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it."

Another timid fan was already sitting on the ground. The scene just now scared him a little.

"What should we do? Should we go over and help?"

An old fan glanced at An Ran who looked worried and said, "I see the anchor is very anxious. There are so many of us, so why not come together and help."

"Do you think we don't want to go there?" A strong middle-aged man curled his lips and pointed at the big tree not far in front of them, "Go over and give it a try."

The old fan was a little confused, but he walked over obediently and was instantly surprised, "Huh? Why can't I get through here?"

There seemed to be an invisible wall in front of him, blocking them from their ancestors.

"what happened?"

There was nothing in front of him, but as long as he walked under the big tree, he would be bounced back by a powerful force. He tried several times without giving up, but all ended in failure.

"There's no need to try, we can't get through it." The middle-aged uncle shook his head helplessly, "When gods fight, little devils suffer. We'd better stay here obediently and don't cause trouble for them."

This statement made perfect sense. The fans suddenly calmed down from their excitement when they looked at the two people standing in the air.

Yes, they are just ordinary people. If they are accidentally hit by these two people, they will probably turn into dust in an instant. It is better not to join in the fun.

And the ancestor really couldn't care about them at this time.

On the one hand, he allocated part of his spiritual power to build a barrier around this place to prevent them from causing devastating damage to the place when they use their spiritual power, and injuring innocent people.

On the one hand, one has to be wary of Shi Potian's attack. After all, this man not only has strong spiritual power, but more importantly, he has a lot of tricks. If you are not careful, you may get into trouble with him.

"Hey, I advise you not to be distracted."

Shi Potian naturally saw An Wu's every move, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. After so many years, this dead Taoist priest is still as stubborn as ever.

You can obviously not care about the life or death of those ants, but you still want to be a good person.

The corners of Shi Potian's mouth curled up slightly, and then a cold light flashed, and a black shadow quickly flew out of his hand and headed straight towards An Wu's door.

"Humph!"

Anwu didn't speak, just snorted softly from his nose, flicked the fly whisk in his hand, and hundreds of white silk threads instantly intertwined into a large airtight net, heading towards the black shadow.

"Ok?"

At the moment of contact, Shi Potian felt something strange. His knife was tempered through ninety-nine and eighty-one processes. It had been warmed in his body for many years. It was extremely sharp and invincible. But now it was used by this knife. Is the little fly whisk caught in your pocket?

How can this be?

Shi Potian blinked in confusion, glanced at the knife that was being tied up with tiny silk threads, and exerted all his strength to activate the spiritual power in his body without giving up.

A ray of light rippled from the black knife body, and quickly wrapped around the white silk thread. After a while, those seemingly tough silk threads were corroded and disappeared without a trace.

Shi Potian was shocked. When did this old man's spiritual power become so strong?

The panicked look on his face flashed away, and he soon calmed down again, with a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

so what? We haven’t seen each other for decades, and he is not the only one who has increased his spiritual power. Didn’t he also increase his spiritual power a lot by relying on that technique?

Now, as long as he can successfully absorb Anwu's power, he will be [-]% sure of his ascension.

Shi Potian's eyes were dim and flickering with a strange light. He looked at An Wu without any trace and made a decision in his heart.

He slowly put one hand behind his back as if unintentionally, and then stretched out a hand. A bright light quickly gathered in his open palm, and soon formed a large sparkling light. ball.

Shi Potian looked at the ball of light the size of a table tennis ball in his hand and showed a proud smile. You must know that in a place with poor spiritual energy, there are not many people who can gather spiritual energy into a ball like him.

He laughed "hehe" twice, and confidently threw the spiritual ball in his hand towards Anwu.

The white and shining spiritual power ball rotated rapidly, and arrived in front of Anwu in a blink of an eye. It was about to crash into his body, and the smile on Shi Potian's face became brighter and brighter.

But the next second, his smile froze on his face, replaced by a look of surprise and annoyance.

damn it!

He forgot that the Anwu in front of him was one of those rare people.

This guy's spiritual power used to be superior to his. He originally thought that he could defeat him by using side tricks to quickly improve his strength.

But never thought that this guy's spiritual power increase rate is not slower than his?

Anwu's expression remained unchanged and his eyes were calm. He just looked at him quietly, but he also had a spiritual ball condensed in his hand.

Moreover, the spiritual power ball in his hand was fuller than Shi Potian's, and there was a faint sense of suffocating pressure in it.

Just when Shi Potian's spiritual power ball reached Anwu, he suddenly moved. It was unclear how he moved. The spiritual power ball in his hand stopped in front of the spiritual power ball in the blink of an eye.

There was a flash of bright light, and before anyone could react, Shi Potian's spiritual power ball was swallowed up instantly.

Wan Lai was silent.

Shi Potian swallowed lightly and stared at the spiritual ball in disbelief.

This, is this swallowing up his spiritual power all at once?

That's right, he couldn't feel his spiritual power at all, and more importantly, he didn't see clearly how Anwu moved. This realization made Shi Potian's face instantly darken.

It seemed that it would be much more difficult to capture Anwu than he thought. However, he had not yet used all his strength. Shi Potian thought as he moved his fingers behind his back...