Early Access: Wizarding World

Chapter 93: Whoever sits on the chair will die

"Ten thousand years have passed! Ten thousand years have passed since the war between the gods! This place has been sealed in dust for ten thousand years, and it is finally about to be unsealed, hahaha!"

There was an arrogant laughter in Nashaya.

But when Jiang Feng heard it, it was thunderous!

Have these undead appeared here since the war between the gods thousands of years ago?

Is it possible to break the seal at this time just because the time and space between the magic world and the earth's space is disordered?

It’s scary to think about it!

"We were defeated ten thousand years ago, and now you still can't win! You're just the loser!"

Jiang Feng's voice came from the robe!

The aloof coldness is even colder than the voice of the undead.

Just because he is the son of darkness!

But the other party's voice is not worthy of being undead!

The undead should not be the resentment of destruction, but the silence of unconsciousness!

Therefore, there is only one possibility to say this!

The opponent is a resentful spirit born from the loser in the War of Gods! Not an undead spirit!

Everyone knows the terror and darkness of the Necromancer, but little does anyone know that thousands of years ago, the Necromancer also shouldered the responsibility of guardianship!

This is the news that Jiang Feng clearly understood from the mottled ancient scroll letter.

In a moment, a grand master's chair appeared in front of Jiang Feng!

The chair is very old, and the blood stains on it are not yet dry!

The bright red color is more gorgeous than the two characters at the gate of Fengmen Village.

"Just in time, come and speed up the seal release!"

Although the hidden and dark voice is powerful, there is also panic hidden in it!

If not, why are you so eager to kill Jiang Feng, a one-star great magician?

Will the undead left behind after participating in the war of gods be so miserable?

"You're scared!"

A cold and proud voice floated out from the black robe!

Contempt the absolute, without any fear.

Under the scorching sun, the Taishi chair was heading towards Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng felt like the world was spinning, with a sense of ambition in his mind!

My body seemed to be attached to the chair, watching the time around me go backwards.

He saw the three-series magician from three hundred years ago who controlled wind, fire, and thunder to kill a holy beast like an ant!

He saw three peak human magicians falling in love and killing each other a thousand years ago in order to save a monster that was killing the village!

He also saw the dark magician who was hunted all over the world more than 9,000 years ago! He jumped down from the bloody cliff and died!

There is no killing, just persecution. It is not an exaggeration to say that murder is heart-breaking!

The screen turned again, and Jiang Feng seemed to have returned to the battlefield of the battle between the gods!

"Ding dong, player Jiang Feng has explored the battlefield of the gods and is rewarded with 100,000 general experience points for skills.

Is this an unexpected surprise?

However, Jiang Feng would not thank the other party. The other party was going to put him to death. Fortunately, the goddess of luck protected him.

The picture is like a curtain being lifted, and scenes are presented in front of Jiang Feng's eyes!

He saw the cruelty at its lowest level.

The helpless humans were fighting against the first-order monsters with shovels and wooden sticks.

But even the fur of a first-level monster cannot be damaged!

He also saw the heroic power of the middle-level magicians!

Hundreds of millions of mid-level magicians in the magical world are fighting against all kinds of strange monsters.

The magician who once stood on the hill and chanted low-level forbidden spells as easily as a cow drinking water fell under the tail hook of an ice scorpion!

The magician who once stepped in the air, holding the artifact staff, stood tall in the sky, and outlined a series of complicated magic inscriptions. The magician summoned meteorites all over the sky! In an instant, he killed a mountain-like mythical beast!

The elves' bows and arrows were flying all over the sky, and the dwarf warriors waved their war hammers.

The battle between the divine beasts and the saints often destroys the heaven and earth, crushing tens of thousands of creatures with their hands!

Jiang Feng seemed to have heard the personification of those fierce and unafraid gods, overwhelming the world.

"The Tree of Life comes to help!"

"The Heart of the Divine Craftsman is here to help!"

A total of nine divine objects appeared on the battlefield, suppressing the otherworldly monsters that had the upper hand.

But no matter what, the Warcraft stayed in this magical world.

During this period, the nine elemental gods were aloof, regardless of the chaos in the magical world or the fighting among everyone.

So indifferent!

The so-called kindness, the so-called holiness, the so-called peace, the so-called hope, the so-called hatred of evil!

None.

However, Jiang Feng doesn't care what these nine elemental spirits do.

I don't care what they think.

After seeing the magnificence and cruelty of the battlefield of the gods, he just wanted to have self-protection and even invincible strength before the alien world came to the earth!

He has no intention of becoming a savior, he just wants to give himself a chance to survive.

If you have already embarked on this path, you cannot retreat!

Now Jiang Feng knows that what he will face in the future is far beyond his strength. Only by becoming a being like the nine elemental gods can he control his future!

Looking back in time, Jiang Feng returned from the battlefield of the gods thousands of years ago, followed by a large group of warcraft souls!

But in Fengmen Village, the four people who were preparing to shoot the video looked at the scene in front of them incomparably.

".`Why did this Taishi chair appear outside, and isn't this the man who came in with us? He actually sat on the Taishi chair, motionless. Is he dead?"

Li Yang and Sun Hao stood ten meters away from Jiang Feng, for fear of catching something weird.

Since they have been in their village for so long, they have a feeling all the time.

The fear of death!

"Then what should we do? Didn't he say that he was (Zhao Nuozhao) a Taoist priest? Now he is dead on the Taishi chair. This place is really evil. Let's leave quickly!"

Yaoyao shook the arms of several people vigorously, almost begging.

In the scorching sun at noon, not a single Taoist priest found out the mystery hidden in Fengmen Village. If they were to stay with them any longer, there would only be a dead end!

"He...he is still responsible!"

Xiao Yu boldly walked up to Jiang Feng, looked at the slightly twitching fingers under the black robe, and shouted slightly excitedly.

There are rumors in the outside world that whoever is the teacher will be killed!

But they had seen Jiang Feng sitting on it for more than a few minutes, and they could still see Jiang Feng's fingers shaking slightly.

How can you not be excited? It shows that the legend of the Taishi Chair is not true. Maybe it is just that there is a kind of hypnotic fragrance on the Taishi Chair.

Yes, Xiaoyu put Jiang Feng into a deep sleep!