Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

Looking at the huge petal in front of him, there were also cracks on it.

Henry Zhang took back his original magical power.

Take stock of casualties.

10 people were seriously injured and 5 people died.

Long Xinghe originally entered the Tao with the power of stars.

Unexpectedly, there was an original magical power sealed in the Wuzu Temple thousands of years ago.

Thousands of years later, it is still so lethal.

"Is this... the power of becoming a god?!"

Everyone present, including Henry Zhang, was shocked.

The power of the gods is indeed beyond their imagination.

The galaxy is raging, and among the ruins of the ancestral witch, only the temple of the ancestral witch still stands tall.

It can be seen that even among the five major temples, the Wuzu Temple is the strongest.

After all, the Temple of the Ancestral Witch is the place where the coffin of the Ancestral Witch God is placed.

Henry Zhang entered the Wuzu Temple.

Although the main building of Wuzu Temple is intact.

However, it was in ruins inside.

In this ruins, Henry Zhang’s consciousness continued to shoot.

Many precious items were shattered.

However, two things remain intact.

The same is the witch ancestor’s coffin.

It’s the same as the Witch Ancestor Divine Cauldron.

He jumped up and came to the front of the witch ancestor's coffin.

I saw a hole the size of a fist on the coffin of Wu Zu.

"This hole was clearly broken by someone with a punch, and then the Heart of the Witch Ancestor was taken away, and this person is probably Long Xinghe."

Henry Zhang opened the coffin of the witch ancestor.

At this time, Wu Zu's broken body was completely displayed in front of Henry Zhang.

I saw that Wuzu had 6 arms and three ribcages on his chest, corresponding to the three hearts.

Henry Zhang was also stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.

According to the black-shirted witch disciples, this witch ancestor is the supreme existence of the ancestral witch clan.

Lost in the sea of ​​witches.

Every time the ancestral witch clan enters the witch sea, they will pray to get the body of the witch ancestor.

After thousands of years of piecing together, the witch ancestors were put together completely.

"Will the bodies that do not belong to the ancestor of the witch be salvaged from the sea of ​​witches and put together into the coffin of the witch ancestor?"

Henry Zhang also started to mutter at this time.

He was thinking, could such a pieced-together creature really be resurrected?

Regardless of whether he can be resurrected or not.

He has promises to both the old oil man and the black-shirted wizard.

He was going to try it anyway.

He immediately took out the Heart of the Witch Ancestor.

A vast energy of energy and blood flowed from the heart of the witch ancestor, suppressing several members of the dung-picking team with low cultivation levels until they bled from all their holes.

The broken body of the Witch Ancestor in front of him had three ribcages.

He directly placed the Heart of the Witch Ancestor in the middle chest.

"Whoosh——"

He just put the Heart of the Witch Ancestor into it.

As if being electrocuted, Wu Zu's broken body immediately began to connect.

What's even more sinister is that the power of the Shaman Soul was actually extracted from him.

A steady stream of it was poured into the witch ancestor divine cauldron on the side.

The Wuzu Divine Cauldron exudes dazzling light.

The power of the Shaman Souls of the other members of the dung-picking team was also being continuously extracted.

Henry Zhang wanted to lead everyone to escape, but he couldn't move even half an inch.

"how so?"

Henry Zhang was anxious.

He immediately threw all the extra second-level and third-level living souls he carried into the Wuzu Divine Cauldron.

The witch patterns on the witch ancestor's divine cauldron seemed to come alive and began to swim around.

Throughout the Ancestral Witch Divine Cauldron, mysterious sounds of witchcraft were heard.

At this time, the dead witch slaves, witch disciples, wizards, and even the high priest and the shaman souls all gathered here.

One after another, the witch souls jumped into the witch ancestor divine cauldron with great piety.

When enough power of the shaman soul was brewed in the witch ancestor's divine cauldron, it finally stopped absorbing the shaman soul.

It was only then that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

If this witch ancestor divine cauldron is allowed to be sucked in again, I am afraid that everyone will not be able to hold on and will fall to the west.

The transparent, thick liquid in the Wuzu Divine Cauldron was bubbling "gurglingly".

Suddenly, the huge witch ancestor divine cauldron flew up and flew above the witch ancestor divine coffin.

"Wow——"

The transparent liquid in the witch ancestor's divine cauldron poured down and was directly injected into the broken body of the witch ancestor.

The Shaman Ancestor's broken body was like the rain coming after a long drought, thirstily absorbing the liquid boiled by these Shaman Souls.

The shriveled body slowly regained its vitality.

"Hutong——"

It's the sound of a beating heart.

Wuzu's heart began to beat.

Under Henry Zhang's surprised gaze, the witch ancestor in the witch ancestral coffin, the legendary figure of the ancestral witch clan, opened his eyes.

"Who are you?" asked the old and hoarse voice of the Witch Ancestor.

"We...we are the ones who resurrect you."

Wu Zu looked at everything around him blankly.

"This is the land of ancestral witches? How could it become like this?"

"It was the power of the original stars that destroyed the temple."

"Long Xinghe..."

When Wu Zu mentioned this name, there was still a trace of anger and hatred in his eyes.

"It's a pity that I can't leave this place of ancestral witches, otherwise I will extract the bones of Dragon Galaxy to refine the marrow!"

"This Ancestral Witch Clan member was indeed killed by Long Xinghe..."

"At that critical moment when my ninth-turn true body was recovering, Long Xinghe suddenly appeared and instantly killed my clansmen, bursting two of my hearts, and taking away the last remaining heart."

When he thought of this, Wu Zu's eyes turned red and his face became ferocious and terrifying.

Henry Zhang was really worried that the six-armed witch ancestor would suddenly go berserk and accidentally kill everyone.

Witch Ancestor took a deep breath to calm his excitement.

He glanced at Zhang Xuan in front of him and said calmly: "Fortunately, my friend helped me find this heart, otherwise I am afraid there will be no day of resurrection."

"This time we entered the Ancestral Witch Ruins to revive the senior, in fact, there is another thing to ask."

"What is it, tell me."

Zhang Xuan pointed at the old oily head and said: "In order for him to comprehend the supreme swordsmanship in the Inscription Ancestral Temple, his closest relatives sacrificed their own souls to stimulate the Inscription Sword Pool..."

"What you want is for me to save his closest relatives?"

"Yes, please help me."

Witch Ancestor looked at Zhang Xuan and sighed deeply.

"If you want something else, I can still help, but if you want to recall the souls sacrificed in the Witch Sea, this... I am afraid I can't do it."

Zhang Xuan frowned when he heard it.

"Senior, can't you swim in the Wu Sea? Can't you find the soul you sacrificed?"

"Swim in the Wu Sea...hahaha...young friend, you think too highly of me. You don't know how terrible and powerful the Wu Sea is."

"Where exactly is the Wu Sea?"

"About the Wu Sea..." Wu Zu showed a look of reminiscence at this time, "There are many legends about the Wu Sea, but one of the more credible ones is that the Wu Sea is the remaining eye of Zhu Zhao."

"Zhu Zhao's eye? Who is Zhu Zhao?" Zhang Xuan was puzzled.

He entered the Wu Sea and sacrificed the soul of the blood demon. The "Zhu Zhao He Yi Treasure Book" he obtained was named by the big eye.

Here, Wu Zu mentioned Zhu Zhao again, so he was also a little curious about Zhu Zhao.