Control The World

The Seven Souls's white blade hissed, hissing towards the candle dragon.

The candle dragon growled sternly, dazzling aura of light, and the black and white light shone even more.

"Reverse Yin and Yang!"

Suddenly a masterpiece of light, Bai Da suddenly fell into the clouds of ink. Mo Yun rolled violently and was not reflected.

A blood light burst suddenly in Mo Yun, and the candle dragon old demon roared sternly, the Mo Yun around him quickly receded, and he rushed straight into the Wuling Mountains.

"You don't want to kill me!" Chandler growled sternly.

Thousands of feet of snake body was chopped off by Uncle Nan, but the old demon's vitality was extremely vigorous, and Rao was so injured that he could still pulse towards Wuling Mountain.

Long Yan's face moved slightly, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and said softly, "In this case, I just took you to the Blood Sacrifice Wuling Mountain."

He told Ning Wufeng the ritual of Wuling Mountain, which is used to awaken the **** of Wuling Mountain.

Ning Wufeng's brow moved slightly, and he looked around consciously. The previous battle with the candle dragon was so loud that all people outside the chess scene came around, hiding them around, either secretly or secretly.

Use the candle dragon old demon blood sacrifice Wulingshan to open the inheritance of the Emperor, this is the moment.

Ning Wufeng's lips trembled gently, and the yin and yang purple lake spun madly. There is a mysterious power in the sacrifice. Ning Wufeng feels that the whole person is held up by this mysterious power and suspended in the air.

Spiritual power emerges from the mouth and is transformed into visible sacrificial symbols, all of which are ancient texts. Ning Wufeng's voice is magnificent, and the land is powerful. The ritual recitation is also getting faster and faster.

The mist in the Wuling Mountains violently rolled before him, and a mysterious and mysterious light burst into the sky, gorgeous and unusual.

"The emperor has manifested his spirit." The chess fighters all around fell to the ground and began to pray in the direction of the Wuling Mountains.

The candle dragon, who had thought that he had escaped, screamed in an instant, and was trapped by the mist in the Wuling Mountain. No matter how he danced and rolled, it was difficult to break the mist.

"What's going on?" Candle Dragon's face showed a terrified look, never heard such a strange power of Wuling Mountains!

The power of that fog is growing stronger. Candle Dragon felt like he was back in his childhood, watching the thunder and lightning in the sky, and he was terrified. Hiding in the dark cave, afraid to come out.

That feeling of weakness and weakness reappeared.

"How could this be!" Chandler shouted in horror.

That power grew stronger with the speed at which Ning Wufeng recited the rituals.

This is the will of chess realm!

Outside the Wuling Mountains, Ning Wufeng was suspended in the air, his mouth was golden, his light was shining. Chess soldiers knelt down on the ground all around, muttering words in their mouths.

The elders of the five clans stood respectfully behind Ning Wufeng.

Sacred and vast.

The major forces around us came out one after another.

The Hermitage, the Liwang forces, the Beiyue swords, the Wa, the Shaoyan royalty, the Shaoqin ...

"Are the Emperor's Legacy about to come out?" Someone whispered, instantly igniting the greed and madness in everyone's eyes like an ignition line.

"Inheritance of the Emperor!" Han Yanli clenched his fists, and after so many days of suffering in chess, he finally saw the inheritance of the Emperor.

He was crippled and protected behind him, and no other forces dare to approach.

"Brother, will that kid deceive us?" Han Yanhui asked softly.

"No." Tian Can Scholar shook his head. Such a powerful wave of power has exceeded the constraints of the chess environment. Except for the means of the emperor, no one in the chess environment can do such a fake.

Han Yanhui heard the words, and her eyes also showed greed.

"It's really him." Not far away, Ye Yier whispered softly. She saw Ning Wufeng in the air, and her eyes burst into an eye-catching light.

The mood was surging and irritating, more exciting than seeing the inheritance of the Emperor.

"Is this the kid?" A humbling scorned around him, it was Li Tianjiao, the uncle who was the uncle of Li, and a disciple of the Second Qin Xijian Academy.

Zhao Jun left Zhao Du and established the Shaoyan Royal Family in Beixuan County. The Xiao family was recalled by the Xiao family in the Great Qin Dynasty. Only the Ling family and Ye family of the four great families left to follow Zhao Jun.

However, the Li family's power behind the latecomers was flourishing, even more because there was an ancestor of the triad realm, who had a strong right to speak in the royal family of Shaoyan.

Li Tianjiao was talented since he was a child, so he was sent to Daqin Xijian Academy by the ancestors of the Li family to practice for many years. After returning to the Royal Family of Shaoyan again, he was highly regarded by the royal family and the family. Lian Ye Qitian married his daughter Ye Yier.

For a moment, Li Tianjiao was in the limelight of the Shao Yan Dynasty. Someone compared him to the genius of the year, Ning Wufeng.

Li Tianjiao didn't take it for granted, and scoffed at the so-called "genius" of the population. After returning from the Great Qin Dynasty, he didn't even look at the emperor Zhao Jun, and sometimes the words collided, and where would he care what genius.

But there were too many people talking, Li Tianjiao could not help but raise the heart of comparison. Ning Wufeng had long since disappeared in the Shao Yan Dynasty.

This time, I heard that the chess scene was open. Li Tianjiao got on the ship of the Xijian Academy, successfully entered the chess scene, and brought Ye Yier, just to show her strength. Tell her how powerful the so-called genius in her mouth is in his eyes.

But I did not expect that they actually encountered Ning Wufeng in the chess environment!

"He's Ning Wufeng?" Li Tianjiao's pupils shrank slightly, and he chuckled.

He said that the elders of the academy said that this man is the master of chess, and he controls the five tribes of chess. I thought the origin was definitely not to be underestimated. I never thought it would be Ning Wufeng, often mentioned in the population!

Li Tianjiao looked at Ye Yier's admiration and clenched his fists.

"What's the matter, Tianjiao, do you know him?" The elder of the Shujian Academy beside him asked. If he knew Ning Wufeng, the Xijian Academy might still have a head start in this imperial succession.

"I don't know." Li Tianjiao shook his head, and the elder sighed softly.

The surrounding powers of the Great Qin Empire also talked about it.

Everyone hopes that the inheritance of the emperor can be opened sooner, and only the brows of Tiantufu frowned. I did not expect that Ning Wufeng would open the chess scene under the eyes of everyone.

"Uncle Nan, we were shot by this kid!" Du Zifei said indignantly.

Originally Ning Wufeng promised them, and only shared the secrets of the Emperor's inheritance with them. I thought that he could monopolize the inheritance of the Emperor.

Nan Shu's pupils shrunk slightly. With such a look, they were indeed put together by Ning Wufeng!

The dragon on the edge said quietly: "Opening the Wuling Mountains requires enough spiritual power, just as the candle dragon old demon rushed into the mountains and just made a sacrifice, or even if you want to open the inheritance of the emperor in advance, Can't do it. "

"It's your luck." He flickered, his face remained unchanged.

Uncle Nan was speechless for a while, so that they would also like to thank Ning Wufeng?

At this time, Ning Wufeng's groan came to an end, the light shone in the Wuling Mountains, the candle dragon screamed screaming, and the stern feeling made everyone around him feel a tremor, and closed subconsciously. Closed eyes.

The blood of the huge snake was uncontrolled and was swallowed up by the strange mist of the Wuling Mountains. The wind and clouds surged, and a qualitative white light rose from the Wuling Mountains.

A moment of horror came from the Wuling Mountains.

"The Wuling Mountain God is awakened." Long Yan murmured, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and chuckled: "This old guy still likes pretending to be a ghost."

The Wuling Mountains is the innate soul treasure of the Emperor Qi, and guards the chess environment. The Wuling Mountains are the dancing spirits.

The body of the dragon king that swallows the sky will disappear with time, but the magic weapon of the Wuling Mountains will only continuously devour the heaven and earth's spiritual power, nourish itself, and become more powerful.

Long Yan's eyes showed a touch of envy. However, although Wuling Ling can continue to grow, after all, it is a magic weapon and lacks freedom.

Ning Wufeng felt that the spiritual power in the Purple Lake was instantly emptied, and poured into the Wuling Mountains along with the sacrifices blooming in his mouth.

Long Ling's body moved, holding Ning Wufeng.

At this moment, the Wuling Mountains rolled violently, and a thick voice came.

"Who is calling the deity!"

"Under the emperor's ambassador, he was selected by the ancient gods of the chess realm to specifically open the inheritance of the emperor and reinvigorate the emperor's reputation." Ning Wufeng held up the sculpture of the concubine, and spoke loudly.

A mysterious and mysterious power passed in his hand, apparently testing the authenticity of the sculptures.

Ning Wufeng only felt the power of vast laws. Even the people in Tiantufu subconsciously backed away hundreds of feet away.

The onlookers all stared wide, watching Ning Wufeng's movement.

At this time, the voice of Wuling Mountain God came again and said, "Okay, the deity has been waiting for you for almost ten thousand years."

The thick voice cut through the Quartet.

"An ancient **** sculpts out, and the emperor's secret realm opens!"

The Wuling Mountains tumbled violently, shining with extremely strong light waves. There seemed to be an endless ladder in the rolling mist surrounding the Seoul, opening the door to the inheritance of the emperor.

"Heirloom heritage has appeared."

The major forces around were crazy. A rapid light rushed into the door, and then countless figures rushed up together.

"Uncle Nan, inheritance of the Emperor?" Du Zifei showed a touch of greed in his eyes, licked his lips, and said.

"Don't worry." Nan Shu's eyes looked at Ning Wufeng lightly, apparently he still had some concerns in his heart, worried that Ning Wufeng would pit them in the Wuling Mountains.

Ning Wufeng did not move, they did not dare to move.

Also unmoved were the first-class and second-class forces of the Great Qin Dynasty, such as the Xijian Academy and the Qin Dynasty. They were allowed to rush forward.

Ning Wufeng turned and walked in front of the crystal coffin, looking at Chu Chujiao's gorgeous face, he said softly, "Chu Chu, let you wait for a long time."

Even if someone inherited the emperor's side, Ning Wufeng would not be moved because Chuchu was the first in his heart!