Chapter 1275 The Son of Ancestral Witch

The sun is setting, it is already evening.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ling Xian, as if he was the only luminous body in the world and had to look at him.

Everyone's eyes were very complicated, ranging from surprise, bitterness, and astonishment.

Gu Jian has made it very clear that the reason why they appeared in the second ancestral land was to track the core treasure. That is to say, the core treasure of the first and third ancestral land, the same as the second ancestral land, is a drop of ancient blood.

And these three drops of the ancient blood of Tianzun automatically entered Lingxian's body, especially the ancient blood of the first and third ancestral land, which was not far away, and came from the sky.

You must know that this is the blood of the Supreme Heavenly Venerate Pangu, even if it is the seventh-level great power, don't even think about refining it. However, he took the initiative to enter Lingxian's body, how incredible and what kind of grace this is

Everyone was in shock, those who didn't know the secrets were confused, and those who knew the secrets fell into an unprecedented shock.

"Who can tell me what's going on with the ancient blood of Tianzun, why is there no trace?" Gu Jian frowned, his eyes shining brightly, like a fairy sword.

"It took the initiative to enter his body, as well as the ancient blood of the second ancestral land."

A seventh-level great master showed bitterness, and his tone was full of disbelief.

"what"

Gu Jian was shocked, and everyone who came with him was stunned.

It is a shocking thing for the ancient blood of Tianzun to enter the body of a human race. If the word "active" is added, it is even more incredible.

What kind of existence can the blood of the Supreme Heavenly Venerate Pangu take the initiative to enter?

"Impossible, what kind of character is Master Zuwu, how can his blood enter a person's body on his own initiative?"

"That is, let alone a sixth-level cultivator, even if he is a seventh-level peak power, he does not have this qualification."

"It must be some kind of magic trick that this person has used. Damn, how dare you take the treasure of my witch clan and seek death"

Some people who didn't know the secret opened their mouths one after another. In addition to disbelief, the words were killing intent. "Recommended Baidu/Qi-Zi*Xiao/Said/Net Reading"

just because,

Ling Xian is a human race, and the ancient blood of Tianzun is the supreme treasure of the Wu clan, so naturally he is not allowed to interfere.

However, the person who knew the secret was silent and just looked at Ling Xian with that kind of complicated eyes.

This made Ling Xian frown, quite puzzling.

He knew the reason why the ancient blood of Tianzun actively poured into his body, but he didn't know anything about the strange reactions of some people.

"Shut up, keep talking, it will only make you seem ignorant." Gu Jian spoke slowly, causing everyone to be stunned.

After that, his eyes swept over the seventh-level great powers present one by one, and said, "For you guys, it's up to me."

"Come on, I'm in such a mess at the moment that I don't want to talk."

A grey-haired old man sighed, and the other seventh-level great experts also slowly shook their heads.

"That's up to me."

"There is a legend in the Wushen domain, or a secret, which only circulates at the top, and people with insufficient identities cannot know it."

"In the handbook left by Lord Zuwu, there is a decree, as long as someone can absorb the ancient blood of Tianzun, that is the son of Zuwu, the king of Wushenyu"

"Any tribe, any witch tribe, must obey the king's orders."

Gu Jian slowly let out a breath of turbid air, as if he wanted to spit out all the shock in his chest, but when he thought that Ling Xian, as a human race, had become the son of a witch god, the shock filled his heart again.

The same goes for everyone present.

Especially those who only knew it, their eyes widened, and even their breathing could not help but freeze.

Son of Ancestral Witch, King of Witch God Realm

how can that be

Everyone's eyes were about to pop out, and they just felt that this was a fantasy that couldn't be talked about any more, and it was impossible at all.

Even Ling Xian thought so.

At the same time, he also thought it was quite funny, saying that he was the king of the Witch God Realm, was he really the king? He didn't think that the major tribes of the Witch God Realm would obey him.

"I have heard the legend of the son of Zuwu, but don't forget, he is a human race"

"Yes, how could the human race be the son of the ancestor witch, let alone become the king of the witch god's realm."

"I won't admit it anyway, I will never allow a human race to step on my head"

Everyone fiercely refuted, and looked at Ling Xian with murderous intent.

"Even if you don't admit it, you can't change the fact that he is the son of Zuwu."

"Maybe I didn't say it clearly enough. It's not the person who can absorb the ancient blood of Tianzun, or the son of the ancestor witch. Only the person who is originally can absorb the ancient blood of Tianzun."

"And don't forget, the ancient blood of Tianzun actively poured into his body, which means that he is the real son of the ancestor witch."

"As for the identity of the human race, have you forgotten the characteristics of the ancient blood of the gods? Whether it is a monster or a spiritual race, there may be ancient blood of the gods in the body."

"That is to say, he is the real son of the ancestral witch, the king who I have waited for endless years in the Witch God Realm."

Gu Jian shouted loudly, shaking Gao Tian and everyone present.

His words have been made very clear. Whether he admits it or not, Ling Xian is the son of the ancestor witch. This is a fact that no one can change.

Therefore, everyone fell silent, and while feeling unbelievable, they also fell into extreme entanglement.

On one side is the decree left by the ancestor Wu Pangu, and on the other side is the real thoughts in the heart, who can not be entangled

Ling Xian was dumbfounded. He never imagined that he would become the son of the Ancestral Witch and the King of the Witch God Realm.

"interesting."

Ling Xian laughed secretly and didn't take this identity seriously at all, because he knew very well that most tribes would not admit it.

In the hearts of all Wu clan, Zu Wu is the supreme existence, and his words are the imperial edict, which must be obeyed. But that was when he was alive, and now, endless years have passed, how many people will obey

The king of the Witch God Realm, these five words are not just a title, it means to obey Lingxian

Not to mention anything else, just talking about those top tribes, they are all overlords of the Wushen Realm, enjoying boundless power, how can they tolerate being ridden on their heads

Obviously unrealistic, even if there are top tribes willing, there are very few.

Therefore, Ling Xian didn't take this identity seriously. He looked at the people with complicated expressions and smiled lightly: "I'm not interested in this identity, as long as you leave, we will never see each other again, how?"

"Dream to take my witch clan treasure and still want to leave and leave my life behind"

"What a fucking son of the ancestral witch, the king of the witch god's realm, I don't admit it"

"Hey, if I kill you, there will be no son of Zuwu."

Some people opened their mouths, looking at Ling Xian, in addition to fiery, it was killing intent.

And after hearing what a few people said, the rest were also somewhat moved.

Just because Ling Xian was killed, the son of the ancestral witch no longer existed, and there was no need to struggle between ancestral training and heart.

Therefore, everyone showed their murderous intentions, especially the seventh-level great powers, and their murderous intentions were even more obvious.

This made Ling Xian's heart sink, and his face became gloomy.

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