At this time, Ling Feng only felt that he was locked by a sharp gaze full of murderous intent. Looking back, the gaze shifted in an instant, and Ling Feng still caught the owner of the gaze.
That look full of hatred was exactly the leader of the group of all-spirit killers that Tuoba Yan met on the outskirts of Beiliang City. His name seemed to be, Mr. Bai.
That day, Ling Feng used his true body of chaos to tear apart the airship with his hands, and even captured two of the opponent's crystal energy cannons, which was a big gain.
However, the Protector Xiang next to Young Master Bai also had a random teleportation talisman on his body, which allowed them to save a small life.
Ling Feng narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to touch the bridge of his nose without doing much.
When Bai Fenghan saw Ling Feng here, he naturally knew that the killers sent to intercept Ling Feng, including the six-star guardian who headed them, might have met with something unexpected.
While Bai Fenghan's heart was filled with anger, he was also a little worried.
After all, although the Ten Thousand Souls Palace is quite powerful, it has been developing in secret. The time has not come yet and it is not appropriate to have a head-on confrontation with the Witch God Sect.
If Ling Feng reveals his identity and the top management of Mingguang Palace investigates, it will be a big problem for Wanling Palace.
However, what surprised Bai Fenghan was that Ling Feng didn't seem to intend to reveal his identity.
Bai Fenghan was secretly surprised. Naturally, he didn't know that Ling Feng himself had no intention of intervening in the overt and covert fight between the Wushen Sect and the Hall of All Spirits.
For him, the more chaotic the situation, the easier it is for him to fish in troubled waters.
Of course, the most important point.
Bai Fenghan is not Ling Feng's opponent at all, so why should he bother to report it to Mingguang Palace.
This trouble can be solved easily after entering Xiaowushan.
At this time, in the entire canyon, the disciples of the eight major witch clans were relatively concentrated.
As for the disciples of other forces, the warriors who happened to have obtained the Wu Lingbi, they kept a relatively low profile, basically hiding in the dark and not daring to be too high-profile.
After all, before officially entering Xiao Wushan, there is a possibility that Wu Lingbi will be taken away.
Compared to others, there was a young warrior wearing a purple robe who looked much more high-profile.
This man is tall and strong, with broad shoulders, as if he can hold up the sky. He has a strong and domineering aura, and he carries a palm-width sword behind him. There is a golden dragon relief on the scabbard, which looks like a real sword.
The dragon fell into a deep sleep and seemed to wake up at any time.
He just stood there proudly, with his arms folded across his chest, and an invisible aura swept over him.
For a moment, there seemed to be a powerful aura. He was the focus of the entire audience, as if he was the center of the earth. Many people's eyes were involuntarily focused on him and attracted by him.
Sharp-edged, domineering, and domineering!
The eyes of many female warriors almost turned into heart-shaped shapes, and they were deeply fascinated by this figure.
Looking at him, many young male warriors showed fighting intentions, and their intuition told them that this man must be very strong and a formidable enemy.
Shentu Xuance and Ye Wuxin obviously noticed this person, and hummed in a low voice: "The guys from the Ji Dao God Clan are here too!"
"Aren't these so-called gods usually looking down on our Wu clan? Why are they running here like pugs when Little Wu Mountain opens?"
After hearing this conversation, Ling Feng couldn't help but secretly pay attention to the young man in purple robe.
He has been in the Southern Witch Territory for some time, so he naturally knows something about the situation in the Southern Witch Territory.
Compared to the Eastern Spiritual Realm, Western Sword Realm, and Southern Witchcraft Realm that Ling Feng had trained in before, the biggest difference is that the entire region is under the control of the Southern Witchcraft Realm, and the entire martial arts world is ruled by faith.
No matter what kind of strength you have, if you want to develop and survive, the first rule you must abide by is to believe in the witch god, and according to the territories of the eight major witch clans, they are divided under the jurisdiction of different witch clans.
But there are exceptions to everything.
The Gods are a special case.
There are gods in every major region, and the Southern Witch Region is no exception.
Strictly speaking, the God Clan in the Southern Witch Territory is a branch of the Witch Clan, but they have a nobler bloodline, so they have always looked down on the eight major Witch Clan.
The Jidao Divine Clan is one of them.
However, the number of the God Clan is too small after all, and they rarely move outside, so they have no intention of competing with the eight witch clans for dominance.
"The gods have also joined in. It seems to be more interesting."
Ling Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled, looked away, and continued to look around.
Soon, Ling Feng discovered that in addition to the 80 quotas from the eight major witch clans, there were still 20 scattered Wu Lingbi, and about 80% of them had fallen into the hands of the Wanling Hall believers.
in hand.
The believers of Wanling Temple are different from other warriors. They have a special aura about them. This is probably because there is a fundamental difference between artificially created false saints and true saint-level experts.
“The Wanling Palace’s plot this time is not trivial!”
Ling Feng narrowed his eyes. The Wu Clan was divided into eight tribes. In other words, in terms of a single force, the followers of Wanling Hall were actually the largest group in the whole field.
Finally, while everyone was waiting, a bright and dazzling glow suddenly rose on an empty flat land in front of the canyon.
Then, a magnificent high platform, in the shape of an octagon, towered above the earth, like a pillar, pointing straight to the sky.
There are three hundred and thirty-three steps on the high platform. From the bottom up, it seems to reach the sky.
For a moment, the crowd flocked towards the high platform. A large number of people surrounded the high platform, and they were clearly differentiated.
In the Mingguang Palace camp, the two palace masters looked at this high platform with a hint of awe in their eyes.
"This is the Wushan Cloud Climbing Platform leading to Xiaowu Mountain. Normally, this Cloud Climbing Platform will not appear."
The second hall master paused and continued: "Only when the hundred years are approaching, the Cloud Cloud Platform will appear. The location of the appearance is not fixed. No one without Wu Lingbi will be able to climb the Cloud Cloud Platform."
At this time, next to the high platform, a stone tablet with a height of 100 meters was slowly appearing, coming from nothing, full of mystery.
Everyone's eyes were attracted by the 100-meter-high stone tablet, especially Ling Feng and others, who all stared at the magical scene with their eyes wide open.
The stone tablet appeared out of thin air, standing on the ground, with three ancient characters engraved on it, Xiao Wushan.
Everyone looked excited. After waiting for so long, it was finally time for the opening of Xiao Wu Mountain.
Ling Feng also squeezed the Wu Ling Bi in his hand, and the Wu Ling Bi trembled slightly, as if there was some power calling him at the end of the Cloud Climbing Platform.
Of course, all other warriors holding the Wu Ling Bi also felt the same way.