Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

"It doesn't matter, Master Wuzu's regrets are not here."

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

"What's more, if it weren't for Master Wu's approval, do you think you could sit on this throne?"

Around the throne of the Witch Clan, on the twelve seats, the light and shadow are constantly changing. Basically, after each figure speaks a sentence, it will change to the next figure, and there is no pattern to be found.

Basically, the red, purple and white figures among them, which talk to him more, represent the Witch God of Fire, the Witch God of Thunder and the Witch God of Light respectively.

And as these witch gods explained each other's thoughts one by one, Ling Feng understood that this world is actually another spiritual space above Xiao Wu Mountain.

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

Under normal circumstances, after the warrior holding the Wu Ling Bi successfully climbed to the top of the Cloud Platform, he would follow the light door and enter Xiao Wu Mountain to explore various opportunities.

But Ling Feng was blocked. Ling Feng completed the hidden test on the cloud platform by accident, which is also the only "door" to this spiritual space.

And this space is like looking at the entire Xiao Wushan outside the picture.

He can even sit on this throne and see every plant and tree in Xiao Wu Mountain.

In other words, as long as he is willing, there will be no problem in moving the entire Xiao Wushan back.

However, with the guidance of these twelve witch gods, is it necessary for me to abandon the near and seek the far away to explore some small Wushan?

With great excitement, Ling Feng took a deep breath, looked at the twelve empty seats, and clenched his fists, "Seniors, since you 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 slowly said: "We will not teach you anything."

"Strictly speaking, we do not have this qualification!"

There was a flash of purple light, and the voice of the Witch God of Thunder sounded.

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

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

Ling Feng nodded repeatedly. Are you kidding? The twelve witch gods already exist in legends and are enshrined on the altar.

Ancestor Wu, that is an existence that is unimaginably powerful.

His inheritance has to be accepted even if his legs are broken!

"Little guy, I have to remind you first, if you can't bear the power of Master Wu Zu, you may 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 Dengyuntai, you can choose any of the strongest witchcraft among the twelve of us, and we will also send you to Xiaowu Mountain to let you explore freely. ”

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

"..."

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

"I choose to accept it!"

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

"What I want is only the strongest!"

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

"very good!"

Boom!

The next moment, Ling Feng felt a thunderous sound exploding in his mind.

Two words and a majestic voice immediately caused Ling Feng's soul to tremble and enter a magical state. The bubbles in front of his eyes floated around and began to undergo magical changes.

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

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

In this world, he seemed to be unable to feel his own existence, as if he was integrated with the heaven and earth.

…

Outside, on the cloud platform.

Seeing Ling Feng disappear at the top of the Cloud Climbing Platform is undoubtedly a huge stimulus for those talented warriors who are still struggling to climb.

Wu Xuan, who was rushing at the front, had his eyes cracked and his teeth gnashed. He didn't care about his image at all. Sometimes, he even used his hands and feet at the same time just to speed up a little bit.

Sima Junting and others in the next echelon have almost exploded with unlimited potential. Compared with the orderly state yesterday, they are a little more fanatical today.

At noon, Wu Xuan finally rushed to the three hundred steps. He took a deep breath, looked at the last thirty-three steps in front of him, roared wildly, and took steps again.

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

The distance between them and Wu Xuan has become closer, but in fact, the further back they go, the greater the pressure.

Compared with the previous level, this twenty-level gap is actually about the same.

Behind Sima Junting and the others, most of the warriors had reached about the 220 steps.

Everyone worked hard and looked high-spirited.

Under the stage, the elders from each palace 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 was precisely because of being stimulated by Ling Feng that everyone was able to unleash their infinite potential like this.

"Judging from this speed, not only Wu Xuan can break the three-day record, but the little guys like Sima Junting can also surpass this record."

"After all, the current record is no longer three days. That kid climbed to the top at night!"

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

Besides envy, I am still envious.

…

Time passed bit by bit.

Finally, when dusk was about to end and night was about to fall, Wu Xuan finally climbed to the top of the Cloud Climbing Platform.

When Wu Xuan stepped onto the Cloud Climbing Platform, he was out of breath from exhaustion. He rested for a while and then got up again.

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

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

With a flash of light, he had entered Xiao Wushan.

Behind him, Sima Junting and others had already arrived at more than 300 steps.

Unfortunately, night has come, and if they want to continue climbing, they have to wait until the next morning.

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

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