Under everyone's gaze, Ling Feng was seen standing on the spot, motionless.
His eyes flickered like cold stars, catching hundreds of black shadows. He moved the five fingers of his right hand and made a mysterious hand gesture. Then, Ling Feng closed his eyes.
"This momentum!"
The warriors who were watching around were all stunned.
The aura emanating from Ling Feng's body even gave the elders of various temples present a feeling of depression.
"Could this be..."
An elder of the Wind Witch Clan's eyelids twitched suddenly, and then he showed a look of astonishment.
"Forbidden curse?"
"Forbidden curse!"
"It's a forbidden curse!"
The next moment, all the elders reacted at the same time.
What Ling Feng cast was clearly a forbidden curse!
Only the Forbidden Curse can have such a terrifying momentum.
"Oh my God, how is this possible?"
Everyone couldn't believe their eyes.
You must know that Ling Feng is only a true disciple. Generally speaking, it is rare to be able to master eighth-level witchcraft. At best, he can only master the minor forbidden spells like Zhang Haoran and other chiefs.
And even a minor forbidden spell is, in theory, still only an eighth-level witchcraft.
As for forbidden spells, they are witchcraft above the ninth level.
That is a witchcraft that only the great wizards of the Witch God Temple can master.
This is not only related to the talent and strength of a wizard, but more importantly, it must be favored by the so-called wizard god.
That is to say, only if you are sufficiently familiar with the rules of a certain attribute power, can you master the power of the forbidden spell.
As for Ling Feng, he obviously has a mixed physique with eight elements.
Of course they didn't know that what Ling Feng received was not just the favor of the witch god.
He has obtained all the inheritances of twelve witch gods!
A real inheritance!
"What is this power of light about?"
Ye Wushang's eyelids twitched wildly, and the power of light emanating from Ling Feng actually made him feel timid.
"Hmph, I am just a disciple who has just joined the Mingguang Palace. Even if I gain something in Xiaowu Mountain, with my power of darkness, I will definitely be able to suppress it..."
However, before Ye Wushang could finish speaking, a dazzling divine light burst out from Ling Feng's body.
In an instant, all his shadow clones were completely wiped out by the light power emitted by Ling Feng.
It's like the ice and snow are melting.
"Light—Judgment!"
The next moment, Ling Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and a divine light burst out.
Behind Ling Feng, there was a shadow of the bright God of War holding a big sword. He raised his lightsaber high and slashed at Ye Wushang with one sword.
Ye Wushang's face changed drastically, his eyes were filled with dazzling sword light, and a look of incomparable despair flashed in his eyes.
Unable to resist!
This power is definitely not something I can resist!
"Isn't this the bright verdict of our Shentu family?"
Among the crowd, Shentu Xuance also showed a look of extreme horror.
Bright Judgment is just an eighth-level witchcraft, but why did Ling Feng's hands actually erupt with an aura like a forbidden curse?
It’s too late to say it, but it will be soon!
As the sword of light judgment fell, Ye Wushang quickly took out a shield and placed it in front of him.
Bang!
The sonorous collision was like being collided head-on by a tyrannical ancient ferocious beast. The sword body vibrated violently, and the terrifying impact of power made Ye Wushang's palms numb. At the same time, there was a tearing pain, and the bones of his forearms were even more intense.
There was a clicking sound, and he knew that the bones of his palm and forearm must have been traumatized and cracked.
Click!
The shield shattered directly, but the Sword of Light Judgment still did not stop.
The terrifying power of judgment was still like an ancient sacred mountain, crushing down and seeming to completely crush him into powder.
"puff!"
In an instant, Ye Wushang's body flew backwards like a cannonball, and blood rushed upwards. He couldn't help but open his mouth and spray out, spreading blood into the sky.
With a bang, Ye Wushang flew hundreds of meters backwards and hit the hard ground hard, creating a hole and cracks spreading like lightning.
After taking a breath, the disciples of the Dark Soul Palace realized what they were doing and rushed over to help the pale and seriously injured Ye Wushang.
The whole place was completely silent!
Even Ling Feng was slightly surprised. He only used the eighth-level witchcraft, Light Judgment, but he didn't expect it to become so powerful.
Is this the power that light witchcraft explodes after receiving the power increase from the light witch god?
Now, he has received the inheritance of the Twelve Witch Gods, which means that the witchcraft of other departments will have the same increase when he performs it himself!
I really got a lot of good things in Xiao Wu Mountain!
After the aura on his body dissipated, Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at Ye Wushang who was lying on the ground, vomiting blood.
At the last moment, he recovered 50% of his strength, otherwise, Ye Wushang would not be as simple as vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood.
I'm afraid he will be killed by the sword of judgment!
If it were another situation, it would be okay to kill Ye Wushang directly, but here, it was inappropriate.
In any case, the Mingguang Palace and the Dark Soul Palace both belong to the Witch God Sect, and killing fellow members is a serious crime.
The old ghost Qiu from the Dark Soul Palace had a gloomy expression on his face, his eyes blazed with sharp light, full of murderous intent, and he suddenly raised his hand, pointing out a jet-black finger light, which shot out through the air.
Ling Feng was shocked, his eyebrows ached, and he felt like he was enveloped by a shadow of death. The darkness invaded and he could not dodge.
"Is this the power of a great wizard? It is indeed very strong!"
Ling Feng's heart trembled, and he was about to take action when he heard a roar coming from his ears.
"Old Qiu, how dare you take action?"
At this critical moment, it was the Master of the Second Hall of Mingguang Palace who took action, smashing Qiu Laogui's fingers to pieces with one punch, and at the same time stared at the opponent.
Ling Feng put down his raised palm. In fact, even if the Second Hall Master didn't take action, he could still do it.
It's just that it will be a little embarrassing.
"As a senior elder, he actually attacked a disciple!"
Anger surged in the eyes of the Second Palace Master, "Old Qiu, you are really going back as you live longer!"
"snort!"
The old ghost Qiu flicked his sleeves and said, "This kid severely injured my disciple of Dark Soul Palace. I'm just trying to teach him a lesson! It's obviously just a sparring match, but he's so ruthless and doesn't care about the friendship between the disciples!"
"Fuck your stinky bitch!"
The second hall master was also a temperamental person, and he immediately started to curse, "My disciples from the Mingguang Palace, do you need to teach me a lesson? It's obviously your disciple from the Dark Soul Palace who came to provoke me first. Why, you can't afford to lose?"
The second hall master refused to give up and even rolled up his sleeves, as if he wanted to fight the old ghost.
Fortunately, under the persuasion of the elders of other major witch clans, they did not take action.
However, the Mingguang Palace and the Dark Soul Palace were completely at loggerheads.
Anyway, these two halls have never dealt with it, and the elders of other halls are used to it.