In the tense waiting, time seems to pass very slowly.

Suddenly, Wang Xuanyang's Chaos Eye was so keen that he captured the subtle changes in the restrictions of tower-shaped buildings.

The entrance to the land of the inheritance of the Witch God finally appeared.

The reason why Wang Xuanyang looked for tower-shaped buildings was to use the restrictions here to block the old guys. After all, even they did not fully understand the restrictions here.

The opportunity has arrived!

A sharp light flashed in Wang Xuanyang's eyes, and without any hesitation, he rushed towards the gate.

"Son of the Witch God, what are you doing?"

All the old guys roared.

Wang Xuanyang rushed towards the tower-shaped building without notifying them, and his purpose was self-evident.

They have been guarding against Wang Xuanyang because they have never believed Wang Xuanyang from beginning to end, but they are just using Wang Xuanyang, the son of the witch god.

Unfortunately, they didn't expect that Wang Xuanyang was always on guard against them, and even plotting against them from beginning to end.

So they were extremely shocked and angry. If a son of the Witch God who was only at the level of level 4 wizard plotted, they would not have to vomit blood and die!

Almost instantly, the power of the witch god was released, like a storm, trying to cover Wang Xuanyang and completely capture him.

They have been ready to go, and naturally, they attack extremely rapidly.

Seeing that Wang Xuanyang was about to be wrapped in the power of the terrifying witch god, suddenly, a golden light that was almost nothing appeared, and it was the Ant King. At this moment, the strange textures on his body actually emitted a hazy blurred light. In an instant, the power of the witch god seemed to be trapped in a messy space. Wang Xuanyang, who seemed to be close to him, seemed to be at the end of the space.

A short distance from the world!

This is a strange fluctuation released by the Ant King.

In fact, this is not a real law of space, but a prototype, derived from the bloodline of the ant king.

As the Ant King grows, one day his strange fluctuations will turn into a true law of space.

Although it is still far from reaching the level of the law of space, it is just the most extinct prototype, and it is only derived from blood. But this is enough, all the power of the witch god has been blocked. None of the slightest penetration into Wang Xuanyang.

Without any hesitation, Wang Xuanyang stepped into the tower-shaped building.

And the moment he stepped in, the illusory voice of the Ant King disappeared instantly.

Without the blockade of the Ant King, the accumulated power of the terrifying witch god seemed to be a torrent of catharsis, and it was bombarded on the gate of the tower-shaped building.

Rumble!

The entire tower-shaped building was trembling, and a terrible light rose, emitting an undeniable supreme divine power. Then a circle of terrible light spread out like ripples. In an instant, the lights around the thirteen most powerful wizards outside the tower-shaped building were collapsing and shattering.

The next moment, they vomited blood and let out crazy and angry roars.

Fortunately, they are in a strong place, and the witch god is extremely powerful. In addition, they have absorbed the origin of the witch god, so they barely resolved the counterattack of this ban.

Otherwise, even a level nine wizard would probably have to hate under the power of this restriction.

They actually made Wang Xuanyang play tricks.

Completely tricked.

They were so angry that they vomited blood and were crazy. They wanted to tear Wang Xuanyang into pieces.

Unfortunately, the ban has been activated and they cannot enter the tower-shaped building at all.

What's more, the entrance to the Land of the Witch God's Heritage is moving. I am afraid that even if the ban on tower-shaped buildings is broken, I am afraid that the entrance to the Land of the Martial God's Heritage has long disappeared.

They could only stare at the tower-shaped building with anger, madness, and despair, as if the tower-shaped building was Wang Xuanyang, and they wanted to swallow it alive.

Unfortunately, Wang Xuanyang has disappeared long ago.

.....

In a hazy space, it is dark and gloomy, giving people an indescribable sense of depression.

It was even drizzling in the sky. This was not normal rain, but black rain, emitting a sad atmosphere.

A huge tower stands among dark clouds, surrounded by eternal darkness. You can even see that the tower has shocking cracks, which seem to collapse at any time.

"This is the place where the witch god inherits it?"

Wang Xuanyang was walking in this strange space, indescribable quietness. The black rain fell on his body, dissipating like a bubble phantom, as if this did not exist at all.

But what is very strange is that Wang Xuanyang always feels that the black rain is not illusory, but that he has not reached his level and cannot reach it.

The sadness emitted from this black rain is like the tears of the witch god, as if telling a tragic past.

Wang Xuanyang slowly walked into the tower, which was magnificent and could not be seen at the top, but the tower at this moment gave people a feeling of decay and about to collapse.

Moreover, there seems to be no restriction around this tower, it is just an ordinary tower.

However, deep in his heart, Wang Xuanyang felt a strange sense of urgency, as if there was something fatal to him.

If you are outside, this feeling is not strong, it is just a strange spiritual hint.

Then the feeling is extremely strong now, just like the feeling of a drug addict scratching the heart after he gets addicted to drugs.

Too uncomfortable!

Wang Xuanyang resisted the impulse in his heart, frowned slightly, his eyes flashed with a light, and he suddenly gritted his teeth and walked straight into the tower.

At this time, he had no choice but to turn around.

He felt that if he did not step into the tower, he would never be able to leave this place of inheritance.

The moment he entered the tower, the scene in front of Wang Xuanyang's eyes suddenly changed, and there was an extremely bright light.

This is an extremely spacious hall.

In the hall, a statue of a god stood.

The statue of the god is a melancholy man, looking ahead from afar, with an indescribable temperament.

However, Wang Xuanyang's gaze only stayed on the statue for a moment, and then fell to the center of the hall, above a strange spring.

The reason why it is strange is that the water in the spring is pitch black, just like the black rain outside. If the sadness contained in the black rain outside is not strong, then the black water in the spring is extremely strong, and a faint sound of endless regrets formed in Wang Xuanyang's ears, a sigh from a long past.

Wang Xuanyang was shocked and he felt goosebumps all over his body.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly contracted, and he saw a breath like mist rising above the strange black spring, and suddenly shot into the statue. In an instant, the standing statue suddenly burst out with a dazzling black light, which was extremely strong. The statue, which was originally rich in melancholy temperament, became powerful and extremely shocked.

Wang Xuanyang had to take a few steps back due to this momentum.

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Chapter completed!