Ye Wuque's expression remained unchanged, he still just punched lightly and smashed upwards.

boom! !

The river of blood freezes instantly!

A huge fist mark appeared on the blood river like a star, and then the whole blood river began to make a harsh sneer, and was abruptly obliterated by the terrifying fist strength!

In the blink of an eye, the entire river of blood was completely wiped out.

The body of God III fell out of the river of blood, staggering back, and the whole body seemed to be split, oozing terrible blood.

But it only withdrew two or three steps, and the madness and wildness in its two eyes were extremely squeezed, as if it had completely turned into a beast.

Ye Wuque looked at all this, looked at Shen San who had become such a ghost, but his eyes suddenly looked at the tray not far away.

Wow!

At this moment, the chains on Pan'er, who was lying quietly in the tray, began to tremble and roar.

Pan'er, who was full of pain and distortion, murmured with pain.

The brilliance of the chains bursting out of the whole body turned out to be illuminated by the small body!

Something seems to be activated in general.

From Pan'er's body, there is an ancient and strange mysterious wave!

In the next moment, Pan'er's small body trembled slightly, and then let out a cry of pain, her closed big eyes tremblingly opened, and deep fear and confusion surged in it, as if she was right. Suffering from unimaginable pain, he abruptly woke up from sleep.

"It hurts..."

"Pan'er hurts..."

"Daddy...Where are you..."

Pan'er subconsciously began to call the people closest to her, her voice was so weak, so pathetic, so helpless, and her big eyes were full of tears.

Pan'er wanted to break free, but her body was too small to be able to do it at all, she could only turn half of her body slightly with all her strength.

But because of this, Pan'er's eyes could see Ye Wuque standing in this direction.

At the moment when he saw Ye Wuque, Pan'er's innocent eyes full of tears suddenly burst into surprise and happiness.

"brother...."

"Brother Wuwei..."

Pan'er was extremely weak, but tried her best to call out Ye Wuque's name.

At this moment, the completely mad **** Sany above the void looked at the regained Pan'er with crazy blood-red eyes, and suddenly let out an unwilling roar!

boom! !

As if the devil descended from the sky, Shensan rushed towards Pan'er and blasted out a punch, unexpectedly killing Pan'er! !

Rumble!

That ground exploded violently, and the terrifying vigor tore everything apart, and the whole earth cracked open, and even the entire ancient alliance was shaking because of the power of heaven and earth.

In the next moment, the dust and smoke were torn apart, and the **** body of God III jumped out of it, but there was an out of control anger in the scarlet eyes.

Because it knows that its punch is empty.

At this moment, far away from the opposite side, Ye Wuque didn't know when he appeared there, and gently put Pan'er in his hand on the ground.

"Brother Wuwei..."

When Pan'er saw Ye Wuque, her innocent eyes were full of joy. Even though her small face was pale and her body was tied with chains, Pan'er still tried her best to give Ye Wuque a smile, but in the end she couldn't hold on, tears constantly. Of falling.

"Pan'er hurts..."

"Brother, Pan'er hurts..."

"It's okay Pan'er, with my brother, everything will be fine."

Ye Wuque spoke softly, and saw that he grabbed a few chains with one hand, and then violently pulled, and with a click, those chains were torn to pieces by Ye Wuque directly!

The strange thing is that God III, who was originally murderous and madly about to put Pan’er to death, seemed to have fallen into a certain change at this moment. He actually stiffened in place, and there was a sense of struggle in those blood-red crazy eyes. .

Pan'er regained her freedom, gasping for breath, tears still rushing in her big eyes, it seemed that the two of them were loving.

"Brother, I'm so scared..."

Pan'er stretched out her little hand and grabbed the corner of Ye Wuque's clothes, full of fear.

"Don't be afraid, brother will send you to take a rest."

Ye Wuque held up Pan'er with the power of the soul, and in a flash, he came to a secret place in the small valley and put Pan'er there.

But Pan'er's little hand still tightly grasped Ye Wuque's clothes corner, and trembling in fear: "Brother... don't leave Pan'er... Don't leave Pan'er..."

Ye Wuque touched Pan'er's little head lightly, a gentle smile came out on his face and said softly: "Hey, brother will not leave Pan'er, definitely not, you have a good rest here."

Under Ye Wuque’s consolation, Pan’er regained some energy. She was in pain all over, and she had just regained freedom. Because of Ye Wuque’s existence, she seemed to finally feel relieved, relaxed, and suddenly became confused and sleepy. His mind surged, and when his little head tilted, he would fall asleep.

After placing Pan'er, Ye Wuque's figure flashed and returned to the original place.

And that **** three still froze in place.

At this moment, the **** of thirty is strange, and the meaning of struggle in his eyes has reached its limit.

But as Ye Wuque appeared again, the struggle in his eyes was once again replaced by endless madness!

"Kill kill kill!!"

Shen San let out a devilish roar, his scarlet eyes stared at Ye Wuque, and he slammed again.

The God III in this state can't even use his magical powers anymore, just leaning on his two fists, launching the most primitive attack on Ye Wuque.

Bang! !

Ye Wuque blasted out with a punch, and Shen San was blasted out directly.

But he rushed over again!

There was madness in the blood-colored pupils, but there was still such a slight sense of struggle that kept flashing.

Bang bang bang...

When Shensan was blasted out by Ye Wuque for the eighth time, his body was almost completely split, and many shocking flesh and blood cracks spread all over the body, making the scalp numb.

"Whirring whirring...."

The gods knelt on the ground, the violent and terrifying injury seemed to slow down his movements finally, panting violently, but the blood-red eyes were still staring at Ye Wuque!

"Long Qianqiu's power comes from you, right?"

Ye Wuque spoke lightly.

"The same breath, the same form of expression of power, there is only this explanation."

"Since when did he become your person?"

"Or, you found him and promised that he could solve it...Fang Qingyang?"