Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 2621 Witch ancestor throne! (3 more)
Ling Feng walked slowly to the front of the mirror, but it was not his own figure inside.

In Wu Lingbi's arms, Wu Lingbi burned slightly, and Ling Feng's eyelids twitched, as if he was guided by an unknown force, he took a step forward and walked towards the mirror.

The blue light swayed for a while, and the next moment, Ling Feng seemed to have walked into the world in the mirror, and his figure disappeared in place.

"He's in!"

"We speed up too!"

"Come on!"

Those martial artists who were still climbing up like crazy saw Ling Feng directly entering the world in the mirror, and couldn't help speeding up one by one.

It's a pity that under the heavy pressure of Dengyuntai, no matter how fast he speeds up, the improvement is still very limited.

Wu Xuan, who rushed to the front, cursed even more and sprinted wildly. Compared with yesterday's complacent posture that was far ahead of everyone, today he is more like a crazy wild dog.

The chiefs of the halls were obviously stimulated by Ling Feng, and they all accelerated their pace, not wanting to lag behind Ling Feng too much.

And the members of the Hall of All Souls who had been in the middle reaches were also instructed to increase their climbing speed a lot.

Under the influence of Ling Feng alone, it is considered a feat to motivate everyone.

……

On the other hand, after Ling Feng entered the world in the mirror on the top of the cloud platform, he felt that things around him were changing, as if he was wandering through time and space. It was an incomparably magical experience.

After an unknown amount of time, Wu Lingbi, which Ling Feng was holding tightly in his hand, suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, Ling Feng landed in a very dreamy place.

This is a colorful world. From a distance, it seems that there are mountains of different colors.

gold, red, cyan, blue,...

The steep and sharp peaks are like long swords standing upside down, piercing the blue sky.

"Here, could it be Xiaowu Mountain?"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched slightly, and suddenly, he felt a gust of wind floating, and the whole world suddenly had countless bubbles floating there, whether large or small, and the color of each bubble was different.

This seems to be a dream world, completely different from the so-called ancient ruins in Ling Feng's impression.

Before that, the ruins he had entered could not be just some battlefields, some ruins, some ruins, etc...

And those ancient inheritances are left behind in those dilapidated buildings.

But this time, it was obviously very different from the past.

"Where is the so-called inheritance of the ancient witch clan, the so-called forbidden curse?"

Ling Feng was slightly dazed, this was obviously very different from the Little Wu Mountain he mentioned from Shentu Xuance and the others.

It doesn't even look like a real world.

Just when Ling Feng was in a daze, a blue bubble suddenly enveloped Ling Feng.

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched, and he wanted to struggle, but found that these bubbles didn't seem to be dangerous, as if they were going to take him somewhere.

"They come, the security!"

Ling Feng took a deep breath and let the bubbles drift with the wind. After a while, when Ling Feng looked out, he saw a huge throne.

Around the throne, there are also twelve seats of different colors, which surround the throne and form a circle.

Boo!
When the bubble reached here, it burst suddenly, and Ling Feng fell from the sky, unbiased, and just landed on the platform where the ancient thrones were placed.

Invisibly, there seemed to be a force summoning Ling Feng, step by step, towards the center, the magnificent and ancient throne.

Unexpectedly, Ling Feng raised his hand and gently stroked the armrest of the throne, and then, a strange feeling arose spontaneously.

The next moment, the throne seemed to produce an invisible suction force. Ling Feng lost his mind for a moment, and then sat firmly on the throne. Suddenly, pictures of gold and iron horses came to his mind.

It seemed to be an ancient battlefield. In the picture he saw, a wizard who cast a forbidden spell was fighting a bloody battle with a group of hideous monsters!

a long time……

a long time……

Ling Feng's mind was hard to extricate himself from that battle, and that tragic battle seemed to be imprinted in his mind, which made him unable to let go of it for a long time.

Suddenly, a majestic voice sounded in Ling Feng's mind, as if coming from the distant void through multiple time and space.

"This is the scene of the battle between the ancient witch clan and the demon clan when the demon clan invaded the Xuanling Continent in ancient times."

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched, and he jumped up from the seat.

In this world, besides yourself, are there other people?
His eyes searched around, and the next moment, he saw a figure shining with golden light sitting on the seat around him.

His clothes are very strange, very similar to the clothes of the ancient Wu clan in the pictures I saw just now.

"You... Senior, who are you, and where is this place? Little Wushan?"

Ling Feng swallowed hard, was it a ray of divine sense left by the strong of the ancient Wu clan?

So, what level of powerhouse is he?
However, the figure in the golden robe suddenly disappeared, and at the next moment, beside the seat, there was an old man in a dark green robe.

"We are just some remaining obsessions."

The dark green figure disappeared, and then, on another seat, a purple shadow condensed.

"This is not Little Wushan, but a more mysterious place than Little Wushan."

The purple figure disappeared, and then, on the red throne, an old man wearing a red robe condensed, and said loudly: "Little guy, you have passed the hidden test of the climbing platform before you have the opportunity to enter here."

"The twelve thrones here are all the thrones of the twelve witch gods, and the throne sitting under your buttocks is the throne of the witch ancestor!"

The red figure disappeared, and a dark figure appeared next to it, and there was a trace of evil in the voice.

The corner of Ling Feng's mouth twitched slightly.

Twelve witch gods, witch ancestors...

If Ling Feng remembers correctly, Shentu Xuance once said that the worshipers of the Witch God Sect, the gods enshrined in the temple, seem to be these twelve witch gods!

In today's Witch God Temple, there are only eight branches of the Witch Clan left, but in ancient times, the Witch Clan actually had a total of twelve branches!
"Cough cough..."

Ling Feng suddenly felt restless and jumped up from his seat, "Sorry, I didn't know that this seat is the throne of Wu Zu..."

Depend on!He was actually sitting in Wuzu's seat!

Ling Feng was afraid for a while, this seat is hot ass!
After all, every time someone speaks, a figure appears on the throne.

Could it be that there is actually a remnant in Wu Zu's seat...

Himself, sitting on Wu Zu's body?
When Ling Feng thought of this, sweat broke out on his forehead.

That is the ancestor of witches, the ancestor of all witches, even if there is only a ray of remnants left, a little thumb can make him irreparable!
(End of this chapter)