Chapter: 3101

Looking at it now, when Han Sanqian was not a sick chicken, he was very masculine, and he was not bad.

But just when Wang Simin's heart moved, Han Sanqian frowned at this time, he was both excited and very anxious. What was exciting was that he still didn't know how to use the Pangu ax until now, but it just woke up a little. The energy emitted is so invincible, how can this not be exciting?

If he could use his words, what power would it be?

But what is worrying is that the stubborn mysterious power is like an awakened bison, and it is completely uncontrollable to run wildly in the body again.

If this continues, Han Sanqian will really be killed by it.

But the enemy is now, but Han Sanqian has to rely on it!

"stop!"

Suddenly, at this moment, there was a sudden exclamation in the darkness, and then, he jumped up and walked out slowly, and almost at the moment he came out, the extremely ferocious undead suddenly turned into light and shadow ,Disappear.

Han Sanqian quickly collected all his energy, forced the chaos in his body, and looked coldly at the person in front of him.

The person who came was wrapped in a black cloth, so one couldn't tell what his figure was like, nor what he looked like.


"Boy, let me ask you, what is the matter with that golden light on your body." The visitor said coldly.

Han Sanqian frowned: "Who are you?"

"Me? You don't care about this, I just ask you, what kind of magic weapon do you have on your body!" the visitor said.

Han Sanqian didn't know whether the opponent was an enemy or a friend, but most of them still thought it was the former, because obviously, he might be the leader of these undead legions. "What does it matter to you?"

"Of course it's none of my business!" He said anxiously, then, after thinking for a while, he answered Han Sanqian's question: "My name is Xu Hai."

"Xu Hai?" Han Sanqian glanced at Xiaotao, saw her wandering eyes, and knew she didn't know her. At this moment, Qin Qingfeng suddenly frowned and said, "Your father is the village head of Wuyou Village, Xu Furong?"

Hearing Qin Qingfeng's words, the visitor took a step back in a panic, and said in shock, "How do you know my father? You... who are you?"

Qin Qingfeng lowered his head with regret on his face, he really didn't know how to answer.

Han Sanqian said at this time: "So, you are also a villager of Wuyou Village? Okay, then I will answer you, the magic weapon in my hand is what you think."

"Pangu axe?" The visitor suddenly raised his head. In fact, when he saw Qin Qingfeng's reaction, he was already full of murderous aura, so after confirming the identity of the other party, Han Sanqian simply admitted, firstly, he was straight to the point, and secondly, , but also to temporarily resolve Qin Qingfeng's crisis.

Han Sanqian didn't answer, but his attitude already explained everything.

"boom!"

The visitor suddenly knelt down on the ground, the black cloth covering his head covered his face, his hands trembling slightly as he propped up his body, and there was a little mournful but soft cry from his mouth.

"Father..., Pangu's last will, my child has finally been completed."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head abruptly, and the black cloth on top of his head fell instantly. Under the moonlight, under the black cloth was a head with no face, just a layer of skin smeared on it, which looked extremely horrifying.

Wang Simin and Xiaotao were immediately frightened by his appearance, they could not help but take a few steps back, and tightly grasped the clothes on Han Sanqian's back.

"Come out." He yelled.

Suddenly, countless undead climbed up from the ground again, but what was different from before was that they slowly knelt down in front of Han Sanqian!

"This..." Han Sanqian looked at Xu Hai puzzled.

"Whoever owns the Pangu axe will live forever. He is the true god of our Pangu clan. Whether our Pangu clan is alive or dead, human or ghost, they should worship when they hear it, and kneel when they see it." Hundreds of dead souls kowtowed slowly at Han Sanqian. JrNovels.com