Urban Perspective Little Doctor

Crossing the vast sea from Pakistan, there is a high mountain covered with clouds throughout the year in the most famous Indonesian archipelago in the South Pacific. This mountain is Powu Mountain in Southeast Asia.

The Ancestral Witch League originated from Bowu Mountain. Witchcraft flourished in more than a dozen countries in Southeast Asia, making Bowu Mountain even more profound and mysterious.

A helicopter crossed the vast ocean, through the deep canyon, and entered the clouds of the Bowu Mountains.

"Ho!" There was a cheer from the helicopter.

"We are finally back, returned to the arms of the ancestor witch, **** Chinese, dare to offend our ancestral witch's majesty, this thing can't be so!" A wizard looked resentful, gritted his teeth.

The wrinkled face of the ancestral witch elder Baseli stretched a lot. He sighed and said: "This person is not an ordinary Chinese. There has just been news that this person is Dr. The military **** Li Kefu is even more terrifying."

"So what? Li Kefu almost lost his life in the South Pacific. If this guy dares to come, he can come back and forth!"

Bacheli's brow furrowed deeply, and the appearance of Pang Feng appeared in his mind, and the scene in Ala City appeared.

Pang Feng's method is iron and blood, which is completely different from Li Kefu's method. In his heart, this young man is more terrifying. He felt that his decision to escape early was really wise. After returning to Bo Wu Mountain, and discussing long-term plans with the witch lord and the elders, the Zu Wu League can dominate Wushan this time, overlooking the Pacific Ocean, and watching the tigers fight on the mountain.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help laughing, full of pride in his laughter.

"Why do I need my ancestral witch league to deal with this person? "The Kingdom of God" is his greatest enemy. What our ancestral witch league has to do is to sit back and enjoy the fruits of victory!" Bacheli said.

At this time on Bo Wu Mountain, in the Ancestral Witch Hall, the old Sorcerer Ba Wu and the other seven elders had gathered in the Hall.

Outside the hall, countless witches and witches finally chanted sacrificial spells. These spells converge and interweave in the air, seem to be able to arouse the mysterious power in the heaven and the earth, making the clouds around Bowu Mountain denser and the sky darker.

Ancient witchcraft, gloomy sky, deep ancient buildings, mysterious wizards, at this glance, Bowu Mountain is like a magical world.

The mysterious ancestral witch formation in Bowu Mountain began to operate, which was an unprecedented alarm from the ancestral witch league.

"The Central Plains Fire King Doctor Pang has arrived in Southeast Asia, and China has made a big move this time!" An elder murmured with a cold voice.

"So what? What does it have to do with my ancestral witch league? Besides, even if it has something to do with us, who would dare to challenge my ancestral witch formation in Wushan? And how many of us are all good Wizard, are you afraid that a Central Plains Fire King will fail?"

"I want this guy to pay the price of blood, I want to avenge Kaza, the chief witch man of our ancestral witch league can't just be slaughtered like this for unknown reasons!" another elder roared.

The witch master Ba Wu looked particularly old, his face was like pine bark, withered and rotten, his eyes were muddy and silent, he was sitting in the hall like a piece of rotten wood.

The witch lord sacrifices to the gods with his body. It is said that they use the power bestowed by the gods. The higher their cultivation level, the older they will look. This is the punishment from the heavens for the witch lord for watching the power of the gods.

Looking at the entire hall, the seven elders and the witch master are all old people, especially the witch master Ba Wu the oldest.

However, in his body like rotten wood, there is huge energy. He is the witch lord respected by tens of millions of believers, and he is the king of tens of thousands of wizards.

"We'll talk about everything when Bacheli comes back, they are already on their way back!"

The witch master said coldly, his black robe was unfolded, and a large mirror appeared in front of everyone.

In the mirror, you can clearly see that a helicopter has passed through the dark clouds and entered the range of the Bowushan Zuwu Formation.

In the helicopter, the appearance of Bacheli and Baulan can be clearly seen. Bacheli and the others came back, and those who fled back were as exhausted as bereaved dogs. This is the shame of the Ancestral Witch League.

"Ok?"

The wizard suddenly frowned.

"what happened?"

"Ah..." All the elders exclaimed in surprise at the next moment.

In the big mirror, a figure slowly emerged in the void. Seeing that this person was very young, about twenty years old, he was not outstanding in appearance, but his gestures gave people an extremely powerful aura.

He just stepped in the air and walked out of the dark clouds, blocking the way of the helicopter.

"Basheli, when you are Ala City, you can go and leave if you want? As I said, everything starts with your ancestral witch league. If you dare to escape, I will dare to kill. You will also escape to the end of the world. But the palm of my hand, hehe, this is the Ancestral Wu League Bo Wushan, I'll tell them here, I can control your destiny!"

The young man is Pang Feng, standing proudly in the void, with his hands on his back, staring coldly at Bacheli, a powerful aura emanating from him, making people palpitate.

"Damn it! I dared to come to the land of my ancestor witch to go wild!"

"kill him!"

"We joined forces to kill him!"

In the Great Hall of the Ancestral Witch, the elders are angry, and the witch lord is angry. For nearly a hundred years, no one has dared to kill Wushan. Pang Feng is the first one. If this is not suppressed, what kind of face will the Ancestral Witch League stand in the arena Above?

Bacheli was in the helicopter when he saw Pang Feng's figure, he was so shocked that he couldn't believe his eyes.

But immediately, he reacted, and he let out a heartbreaking roar: "Escape!"

He himself broke through the helicopter's hatch first, and jumped off in the air regardless of whether it was alive or dead.

The next moment, in the sky, the helicopter "Boom!" burst on the spot and turned into a fire.

In the fire, many of Baseli's followers let out a scream, and then died.

The Bachelians were in the air, desperately chanting spells, and his face appeared dead gray. With him as the center, a strange black mist wrapped him in it, helping him escape quickly.

The direction he escaped was the location of the Ancestral Witch Hall. For him, he could survive if he could escape to the Ancestral Witch Hall.

However, where would Pang Feng give him a chance?

His speed is fast, Pang Feng's speed is faster, Pang Feng's figure is like lightning in the air, and instantly surpasses Bacheli, then he turned around and punched the "artillery hammer".

"Boom!" The air exploded, and a huge crack appeared in the black fog surrounding Bacheli. Bacheli hidden in the black fog was extremely panicked, and he shouted:

"Sorcerer, save me!"

In the distant sky, an old voice came: "Lazier dare, dare to come to my ancestor Wushan to be fierce, and let you die today..."