Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 2622 Inheritance of Wu Zu! (1 more)
"It's okay, Master Wu Zu's remnants are not here."

The gloomy figure disappeared, replaced by a shadow shining with holy and soft white light.

"What's more, if you don't get the approval of Master Wu Zu, do you think you can sit on this throne?"

Around the throne of the witch clan, on the twelve seats, the light and shadow are constantly changing. Basically, every figure will change to the next figure after saying a word, and there is no pattern to be found.

Basically, the red, purple, and white figures talk to me more, representing the Witch God of Fire, the Witch God of Thunder, and the Witch God of Light respectively.

And with these witch gods' remnants explaining each sentence one by one, Ling Feng also understood that this world is actually another piece of spiritual consciousness space above Xiaowu Mountain.

For example, the entire Xiaowu Mountain can be compared to a painting, and the towering peaks of different colors that Ling Feng saw before are actually the so-called Xiaowu Mountain.

Under normal circumstances, after successfully climbing to the top of the Cloud Terrace, the warrior holding the Wu Lingbi will follow the light gate and enter the Little Wu Mountain to explore various opportunities in it.

But Ling Feng couldn't figure it out, and Ling Feng completed the hidden test on the Yuntai by mistake, which is also the only "gate" leading to this space of spiritual consciousness.

And this space, like being outside the picture, gives a glimpse of the entire Xiaowu Mountain.

He could even sit on this throne and see every plant and tree in Little Wu Mountain.

That is to say, as long as he wants to move the entire Little Wu Mountain back, there is no problem.

It's just that, with the guidance of these twelve witch gods, is it still necessary for me to go far and explore the Little Wu Mountain?
Feeling extremely excited, Ling Feng took a deep breath, looked at the twelve empty seats, and clenched his fists tightly, "Seniors, since you have guided me here, could it be that you want to pass on your respective inheritance... "

"You think too much."

A fiery red figure condensed, and the Fire Witch God said slowly: "We will not teach you anything."

"Strictly speaking, we don't have the qualifications!"

With a flash of purple light, the voice of the Witch God of Thunder sounded.

The next moment, the Witch God of Light appeared again, and continued: "You are the one chosen by the Ancestor Wu. If you want to accept the inheritance, then you can only accept the inheritance from the Ancestor Wu."

"It's just that the inheritance of Master Wu Zu is not so easy to obtain. Are you willing to accept it?"

Ling Feng nodded again and again, what a joke, the Twelve Witch Gods already existed in legends and were enshrined on the altar.

Wuzu, that is an existence that is so powerful that it is unimaginable.

His inheritance, you have to accept it even if you break your leg!
"Little guy, I have to remind you first, if you can't bear the power of Master Wu Zu, you may, you will die!"

"So, do you still want to accept it?"

"You can choose to give up, and as a reward for passing the hidden test of Dengyun Terrace, you can choose any one of the strongest witchcrafts among the 12 of us, and we will also send you to Xiaowushan to let you explore freely. "

"But if you choose to accept the inheritance of Master Wuzu, there is a great possibility that you will die here directly."

"..."

On the twelve seats, the figures were constantly changing, and they were nothing more than words that disturbed Ling Feng's determination.

"I choose, accept!"

Without too much hesitation, Ling Feng's eyes were full of determination.

"All I want is the strongest!"

Ling Feng clenched his fists, took a deep breath and said, "Seniors, I have made my decision!"

"very good!"

Rumble!
The next moment, Ling Feng felt a thunderous sound explode in his mind.

The two words and the majestic voice immediately made Ling Feng's soul tremble, and entered a certain magical state. The bubbles in front of him floated back and forth, and magical changes began to take place.

The surrounding scenery changed completely in an instant, there was no throne, and there were no other twelve witch gods.

This is like a chaotic world, Ling Feng is suspended in that chaos.

In this world, he seems to no longer feel his own existence, and seems to be one with the heaven and the earth.

……

The outside world, on the platform.

Seeing that Ling Feng had disappeared on the summit of Dengyun Terrace, it was undoubtedly a huge stimulus to those talented warriors who were still struggling to climb.

Wu Xuan, who was rushing to the front, his eyes were shattered, he was gnashing his teeth, completely disregarding his image, and sometimes he even responded with his hands and feet, just to speed up a little bit.

Meanwhile, Sima Junting and others in the next echelon also burst out with unlimited potential. Compared with the orderly state of yesterday, they are a little more fanatical today.

At noon, Wu Xuan finally rushed to the 33th step. He took a deep breath, looked at the last [-] steps ahead, let out a wild roar, and took another step forward.

Sima Junting and other chief disciples of each hall have also reached the 280th step.

The distance between them and Wu Xuan has been shortened, but in fact, the further they go, the greater the pressure.

The twenty-level gap is actually about the same as before.

Behind Sima Junting and the others, most of the warriors had already reached the 220th step.

Everyone is working hard, and each of them looks high-spirited.

Under the stage, the elders of the various halls looked at each other and couldn't help shaking their heads and laughing.

The overall speed of this session is much faster than before.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of being stimulated by Ling Feng that everyone can burst out with infinite potential like this.

"According to this speed, not only Wu Xuan can break the three-day record, but also Sima Junting and those little guys can also surpass this record."

"After all, the current record is no longer three days. That kid, he reached the summit at night!"

A group of elders looked at each other, and finally looked at the second hall master of Mingguang Hall in unison.

In addition to envy, or envy.

……

Time passed little by little.

Finally, when the dusk was about to end and the night was about to fall, that Wu Xuan finally climbed to the top of Dengyun Terrace.

When Wu Xuan stepped onto the Yuntai, he was also panting from exhaustion, and after resting for a while, he climbed up again.

However, he was no longer in the mood to turn around and mock Sima Junting and the others.

He clenched his fists tightly, without saying a word, and rushed directly into the mirror in the center of Dengyun Terrace.

With a flash of light, he had already entered Xiaowu Mountain.

And behind him, Sima Junting and the others had already arrived at a place with more than 300 steps.

It's a pity that the night has come, and if they want to enter and continue climbing, they have to wait until the next morning.

In terms of talent, there is still a gap between them and Wu Xuan after all.

……

(End of this chapter)