Chapter 2684 The ancient monument of the years! (2 more)
Ling Feng slowly walked in front of the mirror, but inside was not his own figure.
In his arms, Wu Lingyu was slightly hot, and Lingfeng's eyelids jumped, and it seemed to get a guidance of an unknown force. He went directly and walked towards the mirror.
The blue light swaying for a while, the next moment, Ling Feng seemed to walk into the world in the mirror, and the figure disappeared in place.
"He went in!"
"We also accelerate!"
"Chong!"
Those warriors who were still climbing up, seeing Ling Feng directly entered the world of the mirror, and could not help but speed up.
Unfortunately, under the heavy pressure of Dengyintai, even if it is to speed up, the improvement is still very limited.
Wu Xuan, who rushed in the front, scolded and sprinted crazy, compared with yesterday's proud gesture that was far ahead of everyone, today he is more like a crazy wild dog.
The chief of the halls, obviously, has also been stimulated by Ling Feng, and has accelerated the rhythm. I don't want to fall behind Lingfeng too much.
And those Wanling Temples who have been in the middle reaches have also been instructed to increase the speed of climbing a lot.
Affected by Ling Feng alone, it is also a kind of feat that everyone is motivated.
Nympho
On the other side, after Ling Feng entered the world of the mirror on the top of Nantuntai, he only felt that a burst of things around changed the star movement, as if it was shuttle in time and space. It was an extremely artifact experience.
I don't know how long, the witch Lingbi, who was pinched tightly in Ling Feng's hand, suddenly disappeared.
The next moment, Ling Feng fell in a place that looked very dreamy.
This is a colorful world. Looking at it from a distance, it seems to stand with different colors of mountain peaks.
Gold, red, cyan, blue, ...
The steep and sharp mountain peaks are like a long sword with a sword, stabbing Qingtian.
"Here, is it Xiao Wushan?"
Ling Feng's eyelids jumped slightly. Suddenly, I felt a breeze floating. In the whole world, there were countless bubbles floating, large or small, and the color of each bubble was different.
This seems to be a dreamy world, which is completely different from the so -called ancient ruins in the impression of Ling Feng.
Prior to this, the ruins he had entered could not be some battlefields, some broken walls, some ruins, etc.
And those ancient inheritances are left in those broken buildings.
But this time, it is obviously very different from the past.
"The inheritance of the so -called ancient witch tribe, what are the so -called forbidden spells, and where is it?"
Ling Feng was slightly stunned, which was obviously very different from the little Wushan he mentioned from Shen Tu Xuan Ce's mouth.
This is not even a real world.
Just when Ling Feng was stunned, a blue bubbles suddenly shrouded Ling Feng in.
Ling Feng's eyelids jumped and wanted to struggle, but found that these bubbles did not seem to be in danger. It seemed to take himself to somewhere.
"If you come, you will be safe!"
Ling Feng took a deep breath, let the air bubbles, wandered with the wind, and after a while, he looked at Ling Feng's eyes and saw a huge throne.
Around the throne, there are twelve seats with different colors, surrounded by the throne, and make a circle.
Alas!
When the bubbles came here, they suddenly broke away. Ling Feng fell off from high altitude and was impartial. It just fell on the platform where the ancient throne was placed.
In the invisible, there seems to be a force, summoning Ling Feng, step by step, and walking to the center, the gorgeous and ancient throne.
The ghost was bad, Ling Feng raised his hand and stroked it on the armrest of that throne. Then, a strange feeling, born.
The next moment, the throne seemed to have an invisible suction. Ling Feng lost his mind for a while, and sat on the throne steadily. In his mind, a picture of the golden iron horse suddenly came.
It seems that in an ancient battlefield, in the picture he sees, a wizard with a ban on the curse is fighting with a horrible demon, killing blood!
a long time……
a long time……
Ling Feng's mind, in that war, it was difficult to extricate himself. The tragic war was as if it was imprinted in his mind, making him unable to release him for a long time.
Suddenly, a magnificent voice seemed to penetrate the long -distance void penetrating heavy space and space, sounding in Ling Feng's mind.
"This is the picture of the ancient witch and the Demon war when the demons invaded the Xuanling Continent."
Ling Feng's eyelids jumped, and flickered from the seat.
In this world, in addition to yourself, there are others?
His eyes were searched everywhere, and the next moment, he saw a golden figure flashing from the seat around him, sitting on it.
He is weird, and in those pictures he only saw, the costumes of the ancient witch clan are very similar.
"You ... who are you, where are you, where are you? Xiaobushan?"
Ling Feng swallowed his spit, did the ancient witch strong leave a strand of thoughts?
So, what level of strong is he?
However, the figure in the golden robe suddenly disappeared. The next moment, next to the seat, an old man in a dark green robe was condensed.
"We, it's just some residual obsessions."
The dark green figure disappeared, and then, in another seat, a purple shadow condensed.
"This is not Xiaobushan, but a more mysterious place than Xiawangshan."
The purple figure disappeared. Then, on the red throne, an old man in a red robe was condensed.
"The twelve thrones here are all the thrones of the twelve witch gods, and the throne sitting under your buttocks is the throne of Wuzu!"
The red figure disappeared, and a dark figure appeared next to it. In the sound, there was a trace of evil.
Ling Feng's mouth twitched slightly.
Twelve Witch Gods, Wuzu ...
If Ling Feng did not remember it wrong, Shen Tuxuan Ce once said that the goddesses of these witch gods, in the temple, the idols worshiped by faith, seem to be these twelve witch gods!
Today, there are only the remaining eight witch branches, but in the ancient times, the witch tribe actually had twelve branches in total!
"Keke ..."
Ling Feng was restless for a while, and jumped up from the seat. "Sorry, I don’t know that this seat is the throne of Wuzu ..."
Damn! I actually sit on the seat of Wu Zu!
Ling Feng was afraid for a while, this seat, hot ass!
After all, every time there is a person talking, there will be a figure on the throne.
Could it be, in fact, there is also a remnant on the seat of Wu Zu ...
Sitting on Wu Zu's body?
As soon as Ling Feng thought of this, there was a sudden sweating on his forehead.
That is the ancestor of Wuzu, the ancestors of Wan Wu, even if there is only a ray of remnants, a little thumb can make yourself no longer!