Chapter 4321: The Witch Clan

Chu Yang fell into deep thought, and he began to think about the differences between the Wu Clan's power system and that of humans. His thoughts were like flying butterflies, constantly flying back and forth in his mind. Regarding the witchcraft, Chu Yang also had speculations in his mind.

Not surprisingly, the witchcraft weapons owned by the clan to which the Twelve Ancestral Witches belong should come from the same source as the Twelve Capital Heavenly Divine Evil Formation in his secret treasure of souls. There may be some differences in quality between the two parties, but he cannot judge the specific strengths and weaknesses for the time being.

After thinking for a moment and confirming that nothing happened from the formation, Chu Yang stepped into it without hesitation, planning to go to the ancient battlefield to find out. His figure was firm and decisive, as if nothing could stop him.

That firm figure is like a towering mountain, making people feel a strong power. The moment Chu Yang's figure disappeared, the phantom of the phoenix appeared again, recalling for a long time the scene when Chu Yang finally stepped into the void portal.

Phoenix Shadow's eyes were full of emotion, as if it saw hope for the future.

The emotion is like a deep lake, making people feel an endless vicissitudes of life. After a while, the little guy who had been in contact with Chu Yang before appeared quietly, looked at his ancestor and asked in confusion:

"Ancestor, why do you have to pay so much for this family? Obviously..."

The little guy's voice was young and crisp, full of confusion about his ancestors. The childish voice is like the clear bird song, which makes people feel a kind of innocence and cuteness.

The phoenix shadow, called the ancestor by the little guy, chuckled and said:

"There are some things you don't understand and don't need to know. You just need to be patient and watch. In the long history,

It is not easy for a change to occur in the river. If it were you, you would not let it go easily like me. "

The Phoenix Shadow's voice was full of profound meaning, and its words seemed to be telling an ancient story. The story is full of mystery and legend, which makes people feel endless charm.

The little guy tilted his head, unable to understand what his ancestor meant. He clung to his ancestor's shoulders and finally fell into a deep sleep, as if he had never appeared before.

If you look carefully, you can see that the little guy and the old ancestor have the same aura flowing through them. There is no difference between the two when they are integrated into one. Therefore, the old ancestor is the little guy and the little guy is the ancestor. There is no distinction between you and me.

Chu Yang had no idea about this. When he opened his eyes and woke up, he was already in another dimension. This is a space that is no different from any he has experienced before. The surrounding area is filled with the atmosphere of chaos and violence, and the ground is covered with bones.

Chu Yang's eyes were full of shock. He had never seen such a tragic scene. The shock was like a strong earthquake, making people feel a strong shock.

Chu Yang had never seen or recognized some of the skeletons, but he could vaguely feel a terrifying aura from them that had been eroded by time but was still powerful. This should be the ancient battlefield.

Chu Yang sighed softly, feeling an inexplicable emotion in his heart. He seemed to have seen the tragic war in ancient times, where countless lives disappeared, leaving only the bones on the ground. The emotion is like a deep lake, making people feel an endless vicissitudes of life.

Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

“I didn’t expect that there would be new ones here.

Guests are coming, who are you? "

Chu Yang turned around and looked at the unexpected guest who suddenly appeared. His eyes were full of vigilance, not knowing whether the other party was friend or foe. That vigilance is like a sharp sword, making people feel a strong sense of oppression.

"Who are you, Your Excellency?"

Chu Yang's voice was calm and powerful, revealing a firm belief. That belief is like a solid shield, giving people a strong sense of security.

Suddenly a masked figure appeared and let out a sigh, as if he had discovered some interesting gadget.

"You don't know me. It seems that you are just as I thought. You are new to this place. No wonder you behave so carelessly."

The voice under the mask is full of mystery and elusive. The mysterious sound is like the deep universe, making people feel the endless vastness.

Chu Yang asked curiously: "So who is he? What is this place?"

His voice was full of doubts, hoping to get some answers from the other party. That doubt is like a burning flame, making people feel a strong desire to explore.

"Interesting, you clearly know that this is the ancient battlefield, but you still ask me for information. I want to take back my evaluation of you. Maybe your new guest can bring some unexpected small changes to this place. I hope you can Live a little longer here.”

As the other party finished speaking, her figure quietly disappeared without leaving a trace of breath.

This way of coming and going without a trace gave Chu Yang a completely new understanding of this person's strength. The technique practiced by the other party was completely different from what he knew, and it should be the practice method of the Witch Clan. First time meeting

The terrifying aspect of the Zhengwu Clan's methods also made Chu Yang more interested in their clan's methods. That interest is like a burning flame, making people feel a strong desire to explore.

Chu Yang decided that if he had the opportunity, he might as well acquire some witchcraft techniques first to see how the witchcraft practice method was different from that of the human race.

The moment he had this thought, as if in response to his thoughts, the formation suddenly began to vibrate and flicker, pointing him in a certain direction. Chu Yang's eyes narrowed, and then he followed the formation's guidance to the north without hesitation. That firm figure is like a majestic mountain peak, making people feel a strong power.

And not long after Chu Yang left, Pei Xiangjun, who had met him once before, looked at Chu Yang's leaving figure and let out bursts of chuckles.

"Interesting, let me see how many levels you can reach in the Soul Tower. Don't let me down."

Pei Xiangjun's eyes were full of anticipation, as if she saw a wonderful performance about to be performed. The expectation is like a burning flame, making people feel a strong passion.

Pei Xiangjun's figure also disappeared, heading towards the direction of the Soul Tower. Her figure is like a ghost, moving freely through this mysterious space.

The ghostly figure is like a ghost, making people feel a mysterious power. Her heart was full of curiosity, wondering whether this new guest could create miracles in the Soul Tower.

As Pei Xiangjun's figure gradually faded away, the ancient battlefield returned to its previous silence, as if nothing had happened. The silence is like a deep lake, making people feel a kind of peace and tranquility.

In the vast universe, there is a mysterious and vast ancient battlefield.

This ancient land carries the vicissitudes of time and endless legends. Its vastness far exceeds Chu Yang's imagination. It seems to be an endless mysterious world, waiting for brave explorers to uncover its mysterious veil. .

Whether it was the guidance of fate or a coincidence, Chu Yang stepped into this ancient battlefield full of mystery.

Time seems to have become slow and solemn from the moment he stepped into this land. He was alone, like a drop in the ocean, surrounded by endless loneliness.

As far as he could see, there were only rolling wastelands and scattered rocks. Those rocks seemed to be witnesses of the years, lying there quietly, telling the story of past glory and battles.

The wild grass on the wasteland swayed gently in the breeze, as if telling Chu Yang the story of this land.

However, there was never a single figure seen. This area was so vast that it felt suffocating, as if he was the only one left in the world.

Except for the stranger who had met once before, the world was eerily silent. Only his footsteps seemed to echo in the air.

Chu Yang continued to move forward, time passing quietly in his footsteps.

Several more hours passed, and although his body was tired, the desire to explore in his heart became stronger. He knew that there were countless secrets and opportunities hidden in this mysterious ancient battlefield. Only by constantly moving forward could those precious treasures be discovered. There was a firm light in his eyes, as if he was telling himself that no matter how many difficulties and challenges there were ahead, he would

Will not back down.

At this moment, when he reached a pile of rocks, his footsteps suddenly stopped. He looked straight ahead, and at some point, a black figure appeared there.

This mysterious man held a spear in his right hand. The spear shone coldly in the sun, as if it were a deadly weapon. On his back was a long blade that Chu Yang had never seen before. The scabbard of the long blade was engraved with mysterious runes, exuding a powerful aura.

This man's figure is tall and resolute, as if he is an unshakable mountain. He walked alone slowly, turning a deaf ear to everything around him, as if he was immersed in his own world. His steps are steady and powerful, and every step is full of confidence and determination.

Chu Yang's appearance did not seem to attract too much attention from him. He paused, but only for a moment, and then continued walking forward, not knowing where he was going.

A strong curiosity arose in Chu Yang's heart, and he couldn't help but start to think about the identity and purpose of this mysterious man.

Who is this person? Why is he here? Where is he going?

A series of questions emerged in Chu Yang's mind. He pondered for a moment and then decided to follow this mysterious man. He wanted to know what this person was looking for, or where he was going. So, he silently followed the other person, walking step by step.

Time flowed slowly in their footsteps, and the birds hovering in the air seemed to feel their determination and fell slowly.

The mysterious man stopped and took a short rest. He stood there quietly, as if blending in with his surroundings.

Chu Yang is far away

He looked at him with doubts in his heart. Every move of this man is full of mystery, and there seem to be countless secrets hidden in him.