On the twelve throne, the major witch gods constantly changed, but without exception, they were all shocking eyes, looking at Ling Feng.
They used to be the closest to the realm of Wuzu, but without exception, they could not get the inheritance of Wuzu.
After hundreds of thousands of years, it was finally realized by a junior.
"From this moment, you are the new generation of witch ancestors, the ancestors of Wan Wu!"
The witch god's eyes stared at Ling Feng, raised his right hand slightly, the fingertips of the index finger in the right hand, suddenly a touch of white light appeared.
The next moment, the witch god of light pointed at Ling Feng's eyebrows, and the white light went along the eyebrows to the sea of Ling Feng's spirit.
Then, the twelve -colored glory changed, and the twelve witch gods were injected into Ling Feng's body.
And in that light, it contains the life of the twelve great witch gods!
For a while, a huge amount of information exploded in Ling Feng's mind. If it wasn't for his power of his soul, under this huge information, I am afraid that his head would be killed directly.
"Dear seniors, you are ..."
Ling Feng's complexion changes, I am obedient, is this that all the inheritance in Xiawangshan suddenly rolled away?
After all, all the ancient wizards, all witchcraft, all the inheritance, did not originate from the twelve witch gods!
"You are already the ancestors of Wanfu. These forces were originally given to us by Wu Zu. Now, it's time to return Wuzu ..."
"Our mission is finally completed!"
"Wu Zu, please protect me from Wuzu's future generations, inheritance!"
Twelve witch gods, the voice gradually became stunned. In the next moment, on the twelve thrones around the witch throne, there is no figure in a figure.
It seems that their strength also exhausted completely after the their respective heritage was instilled to Ling Feng.
"Thank you for your seniors!"
Ling Feng took a deep breath and bowed deeply towards every empty throne. Finally, he walked to the front of Wuzu's throne, kneeling on one knee, and respectfully worshiped.
Although he and the witch ancestor can be said to have been guilty, in a sense, he can be regarded as a teacher of his own.
Before that, no one could have given any guidance to Ling Feng in the use of chaos.
"Rest assured, all of you, since I have the inheritance of Wu Zu, I can be regarded as half of the witch people. From now on, I will treat the Wu people as their own home."
Ling Feng tightened his fist. Before that, he just wanted to mix into the Holy Hall of the Witch and steal the witch.
As for others, he has no thoughts, nor does he have this obligation to manage.
But now, as a witch ancestor, he must do something.
At least, when you know, you ca n’t stand by, otherwise, somewhat sorry for the witch ancestors, and sorry for the twelve witch gods that are all passed on to yourself.
"Wanling Hall, count you unlucky."
Ling Feng raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose. Originally, he did not intend to mix this matter, but now, he is also the witch ancestor of the witch.
Although, what witch ancestors do this, it is definitely not what Ling Feng is willing, but now the twelve witch gods have disappeared. He wants to refuse and has no chance.
"Let's take a look at what ghosts are those in the Palace of Wanling!"
Ling Feng's mouth was hung with a touch of radian. He remembered that the twelve witch gods said that if Xiao Wushan is a painting, it is equivalent to the world outside the painting.
In this space, he seems to have opened the perspective of God, and he can observe everything that happened in Xiawangshan.
Sure enough, in the sight of Ling Feng, all the warriors who entered Xiawangshan had a panoramic view.
For example, the witch Xuan who is in the cave, enlighten the magic witchcraft.
For another example, the chiefs of Sima Junting, Zhang Haoran and other halls seem to have found the opportunity that suits you.
Moreover, from the perspective of Lingfeng, what levels of their chances are and what grades, all of them are clear.
"Look at Brother Shen Tu ..."
Ling Feng's gaze was swept away, and after a while, in a flickering mountain peak, he found the figure of Shen Tu Xuan Ce.
This guy is a bright witch. His opportunity is naturally at the peak of light.
However, this guy's luck is not very good. After finding it for a long time, he didn't find a suitable opportunity.
"I'll help you."
Ling Feng's mouth was hung with a touch of arc, reached out and grabbed it, pinched Shen Tu Xuan Ce, and directly thrown into a cave that stored the forbidden spell.
At this moment, in the peak of light, Shen Tu Xuan Ce suddenly felt a horrible power, and seemed to pinch himself, and then seemed to throw himself.
"What is the situation?"
Shen Tu Xuan Ce was so scared that the three souls lost seven souls, because that power was completely unable to resist!
Later, Shen Tu Xuan Ce only felt a flower in front of him, loosened his body, and fell to the ground with his butt.
Then, he took a closer look, and he actually fell into a cave.
And the surrounding rock wall.
My obedient!
Light forbidden!
"Haha, I am really the son of heaven, thank you from heaven, thank you for the great light witch god!"
Shen Tuxuan worshiped on the ground, thanked him. Thanks.
"Haha! Brother Shen Tu, you can't think of it, I am now your light witch god!"
When Ling Feng saw Shen Tu Xuan Ce's move, he suddenly laughed forward and closed. This kind of feeling of dominating the fate of others at will, it is indeed strong.
However, Ling Feng is not interested in doing some extra things. What other people's opportunities still depends on themselves.
Of course, there are still selfishness.
After helping Shen Tu Xuan Ce, Ling Feng helped Tuoba Yan again. After thinking about it, looking at Ye Keren's aunt, Ling Feng also helped Ye Keren, Ling Feng.
For her, she also found a suitable light forbidden spell.
After doing all of this, Ling Feng put attention on the body of the Wanling Temple.
He wants to see, what medicine did these guys sell in the gourd.
Nympho
Let's say that after entering the Xiaowushan, the church in Wanling Temple immediately gathered together at the most open speed.
Including the Bai Shaobai Fenghan, there are actually as many as sixteen people!
These Wanling Temple all hidden their strengths, and they all entered Xiaowoshan together with almost the same progress. However, they all entered Xiaoshan, so they did not attract the attention of others.
"Bai Shao, what to do next?"
Before Bai Fenghan, there was a youth of Ziyi, who looked at Bai Fenghan and asked.