Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

After the playoffs, there is another three days of rest period.

Most of the last six top players returned directly to the War God Immortal Palace to practice in seclusion and make the final sprint.

The ancient magic circle in the Emperor-level Immortal Palace is extremely effective, and every day of practice is almost as good as a year of hard practice in the outside world.

Therefore, no one wasted time, and they all practiced hard, striving to achieve further breakthroughs and reach an unprecedented peak state in the final decisive battle.

It's a pity that Yan Jinghong cannot occupy the main magic circle of an emperor-level immortal palace because he belongs to Xiaofeng Camp. Compared with other players, he has one less inherent advantage.

"Take it!"

After returning to the Immortal Palace where Saofeng Camp was located, Ling Feng turned around, looked at Yan Jinghong, and casually threw his War God Immortal Order to Yan Jinghong.

This token is equivalent to the contestant's identity token.

For every Immortal Palace owner, after entering the Battle God Immortal Palace, the identity token will be automatically bound to the ancient magic circle within the Immortal Palace.

"what do you mean?"

Yan Jinghong took the token and looked at Ling Feng with some confusion.

"It would be unfair if you don't have the conditions that others have."

Ling Feng smiled lightly, "Take my token, and for the next three days, you can stay in my training room for retreat."

"No need!"

Yan Jinghong frowned, "Even if we don't have the top magic circle, it doesn't matter to me."

With that said, he was about to throw the token to Ling Feng again.

"I'll give it to you, just take it."

Ling Feng rolled his eyes, "That magic circle doesn't mean much to me. It doesn't make much difference whether it exists or not."

Indeed, Ling Feng climbed to the top of the God of War Mountain every night to comprehend the scenes of ancient wars and temper his state of mind.

Secondly, it is to absorb the excess Yin fruit spiritual power in the body of the cheap donkey.

This is the key to his daily improvement. Although retreat in the training room is effective, it is far from being comparable to the spiritual power of the Yin Fruit.

Since Ling Feng cannot practice in the magic circle within the Immortal Palace for a long time, he might as well leave this opportunity to Yan Jinghong who needs it more.

After all, in a sense, the stronger Yan Jinghong is, the greater the benefit to Ling Feng will be.

He had a hunch that Yan Jinghong would become one of his most powerful helpers in the Immortal Realm.

"In that case, I will accept it."

Yan Jinghong was not a pretentious person. He put the token away, nodded to Ling Feng, then turned and left.

He obviously didn't want to waste any training time and couldn't wait to start training.

"Lord Souji, this...?"

When General Yan and General Wang saw Ling Feng's actions, they originally wanted to say something, but when they remembered that Ling Feng went to the top of the Ares Mountain every night to practice, they shook their heads and smiled, having nothing to say.

That magic circle was empty even if it was empty, so it would be better to leave it to Yan Jinghong who needed it more.

…

Three days later, at the top of the God of War Mountain.

"The Ten Thousand Races Arena, the six promotions and the three semi-finals have officially begun!"

The referee's high-pitched voice echoed throughout the night.

For a moment, the crowd perked up.

After three days of truce, everyone can't wait to watch the semi-finals between the top players.

The rules of the competition are very simple.

Six players are randomly drawn and assigned.

The winners advance, the losers are eliminated, and in the end, only three of the six are left.

Soon, the results of the draw came out.

In the first game, Ling Feng faced off against Immortal Sichuan. This was probably God's will.

This belated sword showdown did not end in failure after all.

In an instant, the eyes of Immortal River and Ling Feng were filled with fighting intent.

Although Ling Feng's strength can completely crush Immortal River.

However, if it was just a pure sword showdown, the gap between the two might not be so far away.

In the second game, Li Jiu faced off against Kakabel.

In the third game, Ye Weiyang fights against Yan Jinghong.

"Finally! It's finally starting!"

"Haha, I'm so excited! Every game is a peak battle that can't be missed!"

"I can't breathe!"

"Haha, you can't do it before the game starts. If a fight breaks out, why don't you just run over to it!"

The crowd was excited for a while, and then they heard "Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

A melodious bell rang. On the referee's bench, the clan leaders of each clan looked at each other, and immediately stood up together, making hand gestures, as if activating some ancient ancient magic circle.

Boom!

Six huge stone pillars slowly rose around the huge floating arena. On the top of the stone pillars, each stood a stone platform, which was obviously used for meditation and rest.

It seems that as the game progresses to the final stage, the remaining players' salaries are getting higher and higher.

In the past, tens of thousands of people crowded into one arena, and separate lounges were gradually separated in the back. Now, everyone has a seat.

"Now, please invite the top six players to ascend to their own God of War throne according to their respective God of War Immortal Orders!"

Throne of the God of War?

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes and took out his War God's Immortal Token. Sure enough, through the War God's Immortal Token, he could sense the throne he belonged to and emit a ray of light rising into the sky.

While Ling Feng was still thinking, the other people had already flown up and landed firmly on the God of War throne.

Ling Feng took a deep breath, not to be left behind, he used the Thunder God Shadow Body Technique, and saw a flash of lightning, and Ling Feng was already standing on his throne.

Buzz!

In an instant, the energy and blood in his body began to boil. Invisibly, he seemed to have established some kind of mysterious connection with the throne.

That feeling seemed to be connected to this world, and the entire earth vein aura of the God of War Mountain was actually surging forward, pouring into his body crazily.

Is this the mystery of the God of War Throne?

Ling Feng finally understood that this Ten Thousand Races Arena was not just a simple competition in the arena.

Not to mention the various benefits of becoming the master of Xianque Tower, after passing the test and advancing to the semi-finals, the huge benefits brought by the God of War Throne are no less than a completely new creation.

The remaining people obviously felt the surging spiritual energy transmitted from the God of War Throne. They first showed a hint of surprise, and then began to concentrate their minds and absorb this majestic earthly spiritual energy.

For a moment, brilliance emerged from the bodies of the six contestants, and black ice froze around Yan Jinghong's body. A sheet of frost seemed to freeze the whole place.

And behind the Immortal River, a ghostly shadow floated up. The ghostly shadow held a long sword in its hand, and a desolate and tragic feeling swept over it. There seemed to be an aura of despair surging on the blade of the sword.

At the same time, Ye Weiyang, Kakabel, and Li Jiu also revealed their own original attribute powers.

Behind Ye Weiyang is a huge golden pupil.

Behind Kakabel is a red-haired shadow of the God of War.

As for Li Jiu, it turned out to be a ball of black flames condensed into a skull-like shape. In other words, it is a phantom of a skeleton with black flames burning all over its body.

The most exaggerated one is Ling Feng, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, thunder, storm, frost, flames...

Countless different attributes were constantly rotating around him, and the light surged, making the audience in the audience stunned.

Not only the audience, but also the referees on the stage were all dumbfounded.

"This...this...this..."

Chief Nuoding pointed at Ling Feng from a distance, dumbfounded and speechless for a long time.

"How is this possible? So many attributes are all original attributes?"

Ye Changtian was also dumbfounded. Although he had long known that Ling Feng had mastered the rules of many attributes at the same time, generally speaking, there should be only one original attribute.

"unless……"

Suddenly, Mu Xuanxiao, the leader of the Jiuli Divine Clan, his eyelids twitched and he was about to blurt out, but he shook his head, "Impossible, this is impossible!"

"Unless what?"

The other clan leaders all looked at Mu Xuanxiao. The impatient Qin Zheng even said anxiously: "Brother Mu, please stop showing off."

"I'm just guessing that Ling Feng's original attribute may...maybe...be the power of chaos!"

"Chaos...chaos!"

In an instant, all the clan leaders stared at Ling Feng with their eyes wide open. The shock at the beginning turned into complete horror, and even a bit of disbelief.

The power of chaos attribute only exists in legends.

Ling Feng actually possesses the attributes of the origin of chaos!

evildoer!

He is simply a monster and a freak!

"Oops, I can't hide it anymore..."

Ling Feng secretly sighed in his heart. He originally wanted to keep a low profile, but it turned out that the God of War Throne revealed all his trump cards one by one.

Seeing those strong men of the older generation looking shocked, Ling Feng couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, that's all!

Now that the matter has come to this, there is no need to keep a low profile any longer. He is already the Director-General of Sao Feng, so why should he keep a low profile?

Reveal the origin of chaos to me!

He took a deep breath and stopped blocking the origin of chaos in his body.

He also wanted to see what form this power of chaos would take in the end.

Let’s wait and see!