call……

The raging cold wind rolled up the wreckage in the sky, and then fell like rain. Looking around, all kinds of corpses could not see the end at all. Although I had known that the corpses in the Borderless Bone Sea were piled up like the sea, and there were countless numbers; but after riding the Ancestral Witch Emperor River and breaking into the Border Sea, Yang Ling was still shocked!

It is unimaginable how many people died to accumulate such a shocking sea of ​​corpses!

What secret is hidden in the last tower of heaven?

Looking at the many skeletons who were shaking up and soon torn into pieces by the raging cold wind, and then looking at the thick gray fog that could not be removed over the Bone Sea, Yang Ling shook his head. He didn't understand why the ancient wizards built the last Tower of Heaven in the depths of the Bone Sea. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what secrets contained in the Tower of Heaven. Under doubt, he commanded the ancestor witch Emperor Jiang to accelerate again, and with a "swish" sound, he passed by the Sky above the Bone Sea and headed straight to the Tower of Heaven in the depths of the Bone Sea!

Unlike the Tower of the Heavenly Tower in other planes, there are no soldiers guarding the Tower of the Heavenly Tower in the Undead plane. Apart from the pale corpses, there are not even a decent skeleton. If you guess correctly, it should be because of the seal of the Undead plane. I am afraid that when the ruler sealed the entire Undead plane, he never expected that anyone could obtain the inheritance of the Pluto. With his understanding and control of the original power of the Undead plane, he forcibly rushed in.

Above a vast forest, a giant figure with a human face and bird body floating in the sky; but unlike the ancestor Wu Dijiang, it is full of green wood and full of trees with annual patterns, blending with the vast forest. The green dragon with two fangs and claws is imposing; from a distance, it is as mysterious as the vast primeval forest, and it also contains vigorous vitality like many towering trees!

Jumang, the ancestor witch of Oriental Wood!

On the obelisk in front of the last tower of Tongtian, Yang Ling saw the relief symbolizing the endless ancestor witch Jumang, and found the last section of Tongtian Witch Jumang. The five elements are in conflict with each other. After resurrecting the ancestor witch Jumang, he will not only gather the five elements of ancestor witches, but also gather the twelve ancestor witches who have been scattered throughout the world in the past, and can work together to display the complete Dutian God Evil Formation!

The Sea of ​​Borders is the destination of all the undead. The ancestor of the wood symbolizes the rebirth and endless vitality. Could it be that this symbolizes the separation between life and death of the Sea of ​​Borders and symbolizes the rebirth of the undead?

Looking at the rows of falling down in the distance, and then the new undead that emerged tenaciously, Yang Ling pondered for a moment; then resolutely turned around, pushed open the gate of the Tower of Heaven, and strode up. Like other Tower of Heaven, the stairs were carved with the power of the ancestor witch Jumang during his lifetime, recording the protection of the ancestor witch Jumang's tribe's tribe and heroic death.

"Hey, this is..." After a giant relief, looking at the battle recorded above, Yang Ling couldn't help but stop.

In the picture, the ancestor witch Ju Mang is hidden on the treetops. He holds the dark witch weapon in his left hand, and pinches a mysterious witch seal with his right hand, as if he is silently reciting some witch decision. The vast forest has changed color, and the vines spread all over the forest have stretched out their barbarian branches like spiritual communication, entangling the vines of the extremely evil demons; rays of black light flashed in the air, and penetrated into the eyebrows of many big demons who could not move for a moment...

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

Yang Ling nodded, and combined with the reliefs he had browsed before, he quickly understood the unique magical powers of the ancestor witch Jumang. In terms of comprehensive strength, Xing Tian, ​​who held a giant axe, was undoubtedly the most powerful among the twelve ancestor witches. When it comes to long-range attack power, no one can compare to Xuanming, who held a Xuanming bone arrow. The comprehensive combat power of the ancestor witch Jumang is not outstanding among the twelve ancestor witches, but it is better because of its endless vitality and control of plants. In the vast primeval forest, its combat power is like a tiger adding wings!

After pausing for a moment, Yang Ling continued to strode forward, preparing to climb to the top of the tower to resurrect the ancestor witch Jumang. Unexpectedly, on the penultimate level, he found the essence and blood that condensed the soul of the ancestor witch Jumang. The passage to the highest level was blocked by a stone gate engraved with runes, which was very different from the tower tower I encountered before.

"Strange, what secret is hidden on the highest floor?" Yang Ling unexpectedly observed the stone gate that was still moving, full of complex and mysterious runes. Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, he never expected that the last tower of the sky would be so different.

Tongtian Witch Decision, the Great Witch summons the soul!

After being shocked, Yang Ling quickly took action. He put down the Great Witch Platform, pinched the Witch Seal with his hands, and used the advanced soul-summoning technique to resurrect the ancestor witch Jumang, who had fallen for many years. Under the influence of the supreme witch, the soul and blood of the ancestor witch Jumang quickly merged, and merged with the soul that had been condensed for millions of years on the Tongtian Tower. Slowly, a huge blue phantom of the human face and bird body appeared in the air. With Yang Ling's efforts, it became clearer and clearer!

Ga...

Just as the ancestor witch Jumang roared and was completely 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 recorded the life of the ancestor witch Jumang, but were engraved with complex and mysterious runes. There was a hidden energy fluctuation in the air, which was somewhat similar to the fluctuation of witch power.

Buzz...

Looking at the dark passage, Yang Ling took the newly resurrected ancestor witch Jumang to the witch tower space, then carefully pulled out the sharp battle soul sword and walked over step by step. While nervous, he was also excited and felt a kind call. The passage light was dark, which may be difficult for ordinary people, but it had no effect on Yang Ling, the witch god who had cultivated to the peak level. Soon, he successfully passed the dark passage and arrived at the top of the tower towering into the clouds.

Unlike imagined, the top of the tower is extremely simple, with runes carved on the empty floor, and an ordinary stone table is placed in the middle. On the table is a yellowed ancient book, a statue of black eyes and black hair kneeling motionlessly on the ground, holding a ball of loess in both hands, bowing down. Looking from the side, it seems like you are carefully looking at the loess in your hand, and it seems like you are praying sincerely. Although it is just a cold stone sculpture, it looks lifelike.

Ancient Wizard?

Yang Ling walked over in confusion, just about to reach out to flip through the ancient books on the table. Unexpectedly, he didn't know whether he had stepped on some mechanism or triggered some secret prohibition. The runes on the ground suddenly emitted a trace of silver light, lit up like crystal lamps. The cold stone sculpture then slowly turned around and turned into a pale man in black under the illumination of silver lights.

"The twelve great summoning formations of heaven finally brought the ancient witch tower. The tribesmen from their hometowns welcomed you!" The pale-faced man in black face was full of vicissitudes, his voice was calm and steady, with a hint of hoarseness. After pausing, he continued, "Don't panic, don't be nervous, this is just an illusion of me staying in this dimensional space. When you come here, my deity may have led the tribesmen back to his hometown, maybe they are still wandering in the vast sea of ​​stars; maybe, he has lost his soul and is annihilated in the boundless alien space!"

phantom?

Yang Ling was shocked and looked at the silver light emitted by the many runes. He suddenly realized that this was a mysterious ban. I don’t know if it was about to be exhausted or for some other reason, the silver light emitted by the ban became darker and darker, and the illusion turned into stone sculpture became fainter and fainter.

"The prohibition disappeared soon, and there was not much time. People from my hometown, accept the inheritance I left behind, and you will understand the doubts in your heart!" The man in black said while pinching a mysterious witch seal. In an instant, a dazzling silver light emitted from his eyebrows, and a "huh" sound passed through the air, sank into the tower-shaped mark at Yang Ling's eyebrows. Suddenly, Yang Ling felt a strange memory in his mind. Before he could check carefully, the man in black stretched out his hands covered with scars and gently handed the loess in his hand to his hands.

"The sheepskin on the table records the complete Tongtian Witch Skill; only the master of the Witch Tower can truly understand and become the Tongtian Witch Lord who protects our clan!" The man in black shook and became dimmer. He hurriedly continued: "Remember, the soul is the foundation of a wizard. The twelve ancestor witches will be the key and greatest help for you to finally advance to Tongtian Witch Lord. This loess is the land of our hometown that we took away on the Yellow River when we left our homeland. The Lord of the Witch Tower from our hometown hopes that when you advance to Tongtian Witch Lord, don't forget our distant hometown; don't forget to bring the remains of the wandering tribesmen back to the Yellow River, so that the wandering warriors can rest in peace on the banks of the mother river!"

"Life is like a dream, life is like a dream. Hahaha, I can see the new generation of witch masters. Even if their souls dissipate in the endless passage connecting the dimension space, I will die without regrets. Goodbye, my dear tribe, if one day, you find my corpse with the great magical power of the witch master, don't forget to bring me back to the highest earth slope beside the Yellow River. When you insert three incense trees in front of the grave, it will be the day for my soul to rest completely!" The man in black became increasingly faint. After a 'buzz', he turned into a cold stone sculpture. The difference is that fine cracks appeared on his body. A cold wind whistled past, turning into a pile of dust and disappearing into the vast gray fog.

Life is like a dream, life like a dream?

Holding the Yellow River soil from his hometown in his hand, thinking about the continuous tomb of the Great Witch in the witch tower space, thinking about the soul-scattered demon Sala, and thinking about his parents who stayed on the earth, Yang Ling’s eyes were red. He wandered around the world and returned to his roots; even if he became the high-ranking master of the Warcraft, even if one day he advanced to the powerful Witch Lord, he would never forget the small mountain village he grew up in; he would never forget the winding and rugged mountain roads and the clear river, and his mother and father with white hair!
Chapter completed!