MTL - Lord of the Magical Beasts-v2 Chapter 780 Lord of the wuta

call……

The raging cold wind rolled up the wreckage, and then it rained like a slam dunk. Looking at it, all kinds of corpses could not see the end. Although I have long known that the infinite bones of the sea are piled up like the sea, the number is so numerous; but after riding the ancestral sorrow of the emperor and smashing into the sea of ​​the bones, and seeing the white endless corpse, Yang Ling is still shocked!

I can't imagine how many people died in order to accumulate a sea of ​​such a shocking corpse!

What secret is the last one in the tower?

Look at the many swaying ups, and soon the raging cold wind tore into pieces of scorpion, and then look at the thick fog that the sea is lingering, Yang Ling shook his head. I don't understand why the ancient wizards built this last tower in the depths of the bones. For a moment, I couldn't understand the secrets contained in the tower. Under doubt, the commanding ancestral emperor re-accelerated, and the ‘咻’ sounded across the sea of ​​bones and went straight to the Tongtian Tower deep in the bones!

Unlike other Tongtian towers, there are no soldiers guarding the towers of the undead plane. Except for the white corpses or the roots, there are no decent shackles. If you didn't guess wrong, it should be the seal of the undead plane; I am afraid that when he dominated the entire undead plane, he did not expect anyone to gain the inheritance of Pluto, with the understanding of the origin of the undead plane. Control, forcibly rushed in.

A vast expanse of eucalyptus forest, the volcano floats a behemoth of a human face bird; but unlike the ancestral emperor, it is covered in green wood, and is covered with a tree-like pattern, blending with the forest. The green dragons with two claws and claws are compelling; far away, they are as mysterious as the primordial forests, and they have a strong vitality like many towering trees!

Sentences, the ancestors of Oriental Wood!

In the last obelisk in front of the tower, Yang Ling saw the relief of the ancestral sorcerer who symbolized the endless life, and found the last section of the sky. Jinmu Shuihuo, the five elements of each other, after the resurrection of the ancestral sorrows, will not only gather together the five elements of the ancestors, but also gather together the twelve ancestors of the past and the world, can join hands to display the complete Tianshen squad!

The Boundless Sea is the home of all the undead, and the ancestral wood of the wood symbolizes the vitality of life and life. Could it be that this symbolizes the life and death of the boundless bones, symbolizing the birth of the undead?

Look at the distant rows and down, and then one by one, the new undead, Yang Ling indulged for a moment; then resolutely turned and pushed the door of the Tongtian Tower and strode up. Like other Tongtian towers, the stairs are engraved with the strength of the ancestral witches before the birth of the ancestors, recording the guardianship and violent degeneration of the ancestral witches.

"Oh, this is..." After a giant relief, look at the battle recorded above, Yang Ling could not help but stop.

In the picture, the ancestral sorrows are hidden in the treetops. The left hand holds up the black-black sorcerer, and the right hand holds a mysterious sorcerer's seal, and his lips are slightly open, as if he is silently thinking about what is going on. The forests are discolored, and the vines all over the forest stick out of the barbed branches, entangled in a sinister demon; the sky flashes a black ray, plunging into the eyebrows of many devils who can’t move in a moment...

"Well, the ancestors of the wood, control all the plants in the world!"

Yang Ling nodded, combined with the reliefs that were previously viewed, quickly understood the magical powers of the ancestors. On the comprehensive strength, the 12th ancestor is undoubtedly the most powerful in holding the giant axe. When it comes to the long-range attack power, no one can match the ancestral witch Xuan Ming holding the mysterious bone arrow. The comprehensive combat power of the ancestral sacred mans is not prominent in the twelve ancestors, but the survival of the endless vitality and the control of the plants, in the virgin forest, is like a tiger's wings!

After a pause, Yang Ling continued to make strides forward, and was prepared to climb the top of the tower to resurrect the ancestral witch. Unexpectedly, on the penultimate level, I discovered the blood of the condensed ancestors, and the passage to the highest level was blocked by a stone gate engraved with runes, and the day before. The tower is different.

"Weird, the highest level, what secrets are hidden?" Yang Ling accidentally observed the stone door, which was full of complex and mysterious runes. Although he had already prepared himself, he did not expect this last tower. There is such a big difference.

Through the sky, the witches will fight!

After the shock, Yang Ling quickly acted. Putting down the big witch, handcuffing the sorcerer's seal, and performing the high-level spiritual resurrection, the ancestors of the ancestors of the unknown. Under the influence of Wushou, the gods and blood of the ancestral sects quickly merged with each other, and the Tongtian Tower condensed the souls of millions of years. Slowly, the cyan phantom of a huge human face bird emerged in the air, and it was getting clearer and clearer under the efforts of Yangling!

Oh...

Just as the sorcerer screamed and resurrected, the passage to the top of the tower suddenly opened, and the stone door engraved with runes slowly opened, revealing a dark passage. The walls on both sides no longer record the life of the ancestral witches, engraved with the intricate runes of the mysterious, the air is filled with a hidden energy fluctuation, and the fluctuation of the witch is somewhat similar.

Oh...

Looking at the dark passage, Yang Ling received the Wushu space from the newly revived ancestral witch, and then carefully pulled out the sharp sword of war, and walked slowly step by step. At the same time of nervousness, my heart was also excited, and I felt a kind call. The passage of light is dark, and it may be difficult for ordinary people to move, but it has no effect on Yangling’s cultivation to the peak level of the Witch God. Soon, it passed through the dark passage and came to the top of the towering tower.

Different from the imagination, the top of the tower is extremely simple, the empty floor is engraved with a rune, and there is an ordinary stone table in the middle. On the table is a yellowed ancient book, a black-eyed brunette statue sitting on the ground motionless, holding a group of loess in both hands, bowing down. Looking from the side, it seems as if you are carefully watching the loess in your hand, and you are praying piously. Although it is just a cold stone sculpture, it looks like a living.

Ancient wizard?

Yang Ling walked over in confusion and just wanted to reach out and flip through the ancient books on the table. Unexpectedly, I don’t know what kind of organ was stepped on or triggered a secret prohibition. The runes on the ground suddenly radiated a glimmer of silver, as if a crystal lamp lit up. The icy stone carvings slowly turned around and turned into a pale black man under the illumination of a silver light.

"Twelve towering summons to the big array finally brought the ancient witch tower, the people from the hometown, welcome you!" The pale black man was full of vicissitudes, his voice was calm and steady, with a hint of hoarseness. Then I went on and said, "Don't panic, don't be nervous, this is just the illusion that I stay in this dimension space. When you come here, my deity may have returned to the hometown, perhaps in the sea of ​​stars. Wandering; perhaps, already flying away, annihilating in the boundless alien space!"

phantom?

Yang Ling was shocked. Look at the silver radiance from the many runes, and suddenly realized that this is a mysterious prohibition. I don't know if the energy is about to run out, or what else, the silver light emitted by the ban is getting darker and darker, and the illusion of stone carving is getting weaker.

"The ban will soon disappear, and time is running out. The people from their hometowns accept the inheritance that I left behind, and you will understand the doubts in your heart!" The black man said that he was holding a mysterious sorcerer's seal and swearing time. The eyebrows glowed with a dazzling silver light, and the sound of 'huh' swept through the air, missing the tower-shaped mark of Yang Ling's eyebrows. Suddenly, Yang Ling felt a strange memory in his mind. It was too late to look at it. The black man stretched out his hands with scars, and the loess in his hand was gently handed to him.

"The sheepskin on the table, recorded the complete Tongtian witch decision; only the master of the witch tower can truly comprehend and become the sorcerer who guards my family!" The black man's figure was shocked and dimmed. He took the time to say: "Remember, the soul is the root of a wizard. The twelve ancestors will be the key and greatest help for you to finally advance to the Heavenly Worship. This loess is taken away on the Yellow River when we left our homes. The land of the hometown; the owner of the witch tower from the hometown, I hope that when you advance to the heavenly witch, don't forget our distant hometown; don't forget to bring the widows of the wandering people back to the Yellow River, let The wandering warriors rest in the river of the mother river!"

"Life is like a dream~www.novelbuddy.com~Like dream life. Hahaha, can see a new generation of witches, even if the soul dissipates in the endless channel connecting the dimensional space, I die without regrets. Goodbye, My dear people, if one day, you found my corpse with the great magical power of Wu Zun, don't forget to bring me back to the highest **** on the edge of the Yellow River. When you put three incense sticks in front of the grave At that time, my soul is completely rested!" The black man's figure is getting weaker and lighter. After waving to Yangling, he laughs and goes. After the sound of ‘嗡’, it was reduced to an icy stone sculpture. The difference was that there were fine cracks in the body. A cold wind whizzed past, turning into a pile of dust disappearing into the fog of the mist.

Life is like a dream, like a dream life?

Holding the yellow river soil from his hometown, think about the tomb of the Great Witch in the Wuta space, think about the ghost of the ghost, and think about the parents who stay on the earth, Yang Ling's eyes are red. Wandering the end of the world, the leaves fall back to the roots; even if it becomes a high-level master of the World of Warcraft, even if there is a step forward to a powerful Wu Zun, he will never forget the small mountain village that grew up; can not forget the rugged mountain road and the clear river I can't forget the mother and father with white hair!

A plethora of loess, for millions of years, how many people's thoughts and concerns!

(To be continued) ()