Chapter 2682 You can recognize this formation! (1 more)
"Is this the witch ancestor?"
Ling Feng made a "thump" sound in his heart, his face became solemn, and he knelt down on one knee towards the figure of the witch ancestor.
Since he has received the inheritance from the witch ancestor, he is the descendant of the witch ancestor and can be considered as his half disciple.
It is also appropriate to kneel down and worship him.
In front of my eyes, there was only endless darkness, nothingness, vastness and depth, as if I was in an endless void.
And that figure in a black robe stood proudly with his hands on his back and fluttering clothes, standing tall against the sky and the earth, as if he had existed since the creation of the eternal world.
Looking at this figure, Ling Feng's mind went blank for a moment. He didn't know what this person's strength was. The momentum alone gave him an endless sense of majesty, like the vast sky.
Yes, that black robe is like the sky, washing the sky and covering the earth, everywhere.
Under his feet, he stepped on a six-pointed star that was constantly changing colors and forms. Sometimes it was as blazing as fire, sometimes as turbulent as the ocean tide, sometimes as violent as lightning, sometimes like a whistling wind...
He just stood in the void, with his feet on the six-pointed star, as if he was integrated with the whole world.
Behind him, there are stars shining brightly, flying stars chasing the moon, filled with vastness and mystery, which makes Ling Feng shocked but also deeply immersed.
Suddenly, the figure in the black robe, free and elegant, lowered his head slightly and looked at Ling Feng. He saw a faint smile on his seemingly hazy face, and his thin lips opened slightly, ethereal and vast.
A voice came out: "You can recognize this formation!"
It seemed like a low whisper, or like asking Ling Feng. This voice was endlessly ethereal, winding like the endless blue sky, like the most beautiful picture, presented in the vast universe.
Ling Feng's eyes were dull. He looked at the six-pointed star at the feet of the witch ancestor and shook his head slightly.
Every time this magic circle is switched, it seems to have the power of top-level rules, and it seems that it can easily complete the switching of various forbidden spells.
With Ling Feng's current strength, although he could cast several forbidden spells at the same time, at best he could only win by quantity, and each forbidden spell could not be used to its full potential.
The six-pointed star formation at the feet of the Witch Ancestor is like a forbidden curse engine, flowing continuously and endlessly.
This kind of power made Ling Feng feel very familiar.
Because that is the power of chaos!
"This formation is called Zhoutian Chaos!"
The ancestor Wu's eyes did not look at Ling Feng. It seemed that in his eyes, there was only the truth between heaven and earth.
"Is Zhou Tian in chaos..."
If Ling Feng had a clear understanding in his heart, facing the Wu Zu, Ling Feng respected him from the bottom of his heart, because he was the senior master who founded the Wu God Sect and created the Wu God Sect's prosperity for tens of thousands of years, and also because of his vast and supreme power.
Aura, and even more so because of his aura that makes mountains and mountains look up.
It was as if the whole world, the whole universe, was under his control.
"You take a good look."
There was another whisper, but it resounded in my ears like thunder.
In an instant, Ling Feng felt that there was a unique wave rolling away from his body. This wave did not seem to be strong, but it was very tenacious and continuous, like the waves of a river, endless.
Ling Feng suddenly widened his eyes, staring closely at the witch ancestor in the distance, watching his every move, and even tried to remember the aura emanating from his body.
Wu Ancestor's left hand slowly raised, and the trajectory it traced seemed to be the deepest and most mysterious trajectory in the universe. The index and middle fingers of his left hand were pressed together like a pen of judgment holding the lives of the people. In the void in front of him,
It traces the tracks one by one and outlines the marks one by one.
At the same time, vast sounds came out intermittently from the mouth of Wu Zu, with ups and downs and cadences, full of a unique sense of power. Every word was clearly passed into Ling Feng's ears, and was recalled and imprinted in his mind.
Never fade away.
Ling Feng didn't know what the words that Wu Zu read were. Even if they were imprinted in his mind, he didn't know what the words were, but he knew how to pronounce them and what they were used for.
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It was a very mysterious sound, containing the aura of the great road, a moral interpretation, and the witch master's hand skills were also reflected in Ling Feng's eyes.
In an instant, Ling Feng felt that the power of his consciousness was being consumed rapidly, as if his entire body had been hollowed out in an instant.
This Zhoutian Chaos Formation is beyond the control of a saint-level warrior. It is a power that is close to the Great Dao and cannot be understood by ordinary saints.
As for Ling Feng, who was uniquely endowed with a colorful fighting spirit, he was barely able to accept the various evolutions of the Zhoutian Chaos Formation.
a long time!
A long time!
It seemed like a thousand years had passed, or it seemed like it was just a blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, a year passed, and in a flash of youth, Wu Zu pointed his left hand upwards, and the six-pointed star under his feet suddenly began to inspire circles of dazzling divine light.
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The many forbidden spells of the twelve witch gods seem to have the power to create heaven and earth in the hands of the witch clan.
The next moment, what made Ling Feng even more stunned was that the mysterious witchcraft inscriptions condensed one by one and merged into one. Finally, they turned into a peerless sword that shook the heavens and crowned the world.
Zheng!
In an instant, in the entire deep universe, only the sound of the sword was heard everywhere, endless, and endless. Suddenly, a sword light shot straight into the sky, piercing the deep and vast universe, like a real dragon ascending into the abyss, soaring through the nine heavens.
The sword light was incredibly fast. It was so fast that Ling Feng felt that his sight could not catch the trace. Just in a flash, the sword light appeared tens of thousands of meters away. After another flash, the sword light appeared in front of his eyes.
Senhan's sharp aura caused his pupils to shrink sharply.
"This sword is called Zhoutian Chaos Sword!"
The Wu clan murmured softly, as if they didn't see Ling Feng's expression, and were just minding their own business, changing different techniques.
The Zhoutian Chaos Sword seemed to be alive, sometimes far away in the sky, and sometimes very close at hand.
Ling Feng was dumbfounded. Even a saint-level expert would never be able to react to this speed, right?
What are the consequences of not being able to react?
That’s an instant kill!
Kill the Holy Lord instantly!
Ling Feng's heart was beating fast. If he could master the Zhoutian Chaos Sword, wouldn't he have the power to kill the Holy Lord in an instant?
Not to mention, there is the Zhoutian Chaos Formation that can continuously switch various forbidden spells and various attribute powers in an instant!
Whoosh!
The next moment, the sword light dissipated and turned into inscriptions, returning to the feet of the witch ancestor, flowing quietly, and everything returned to peace.
The witch ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, as if he were an immortal descending.
Ling Feng was completely immersed in it, forgetting everything else.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a sword light, a straight line, as if it came from nothingness, and shot towards Ling Feng. At a speed that was difficult for Ling Feng's eyes to catch, it shot into the center of Ling Feng's eyebrows. For a moment, Ling Feng felt as if his head had been pierced and his soul had been pierced.
The severe tearing pain caused his whole body to tremble suddenly, and he was dying.
At the same time, an ethereal voice came into Ling Feng's mind...