Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"The auspicious time has arrived. Let's begin the prayer ceremony!"

Not long after, an old man covered in a loose white robe tremblingly climbed onto a high platform under the statue.

This person is the Holy Priest of the Eight Tribes of the Northern Wilderness.

The Holy Priests shoulder the sacred mission of offering sacrifices to the gods. Traditionally, they have selected young men with suitable physiques from among the eight tribes and sent them to the Holy City of Tianhu from an early age to practice the various rituals of offering sacrifices to the gods.

They do not practice cultivation, nor do they need to go to the battlefield to resist the demons.

But after being selected and sent to Tianhu Holy City, he has been unable to leave for the rest of his life.

After each prayer ceremony, the previous generation of holy priests will "return to the spirit", and the position of holy priest will automatically be born among the next generation of disciples.

It is not until sixty years later that the next prayer ceremony begins.

For thousands of years, this has been the eternal fate of the holy sacrifices from generation to generation.

Among the crowd, Ling Feng stared at the "holy sacrifice". Although he did not have any cultivation at all, all the tribesmen of the eight tribes of the Northern Wilderness looked up at the "mortal" with a pious look on their faces, with faith flashing in their eyes.

What they respect and worship are naturally not the mortals in front of them, but the holy sacrifice is equivalent to the incarnation of the "Tianmu Saint" at the moment when the prayer ceremony begins.

The Eight Tribes of the Northern Wilderness rose to power due to the gift of the Saint Tianmu. Therefore, every prayer ceremony is the most solemn ceremony of the Eight Tribes of the Northern Wilderness.

As the holy priest finished speaking, a group of young women of appropriate age, dressed in sacrificial robes, quickly stepped onto the platform and began to dance to pray to the gods.

This kind of dance seemed to be able to communicate between heaven and earth. Ling Feng watched it intently, as if he understood something.

Not only Ling Feng, in fact, the chosen ones of all races, the "heavenly patterns" between their eyebrows automatically condensed as the prayer dance began.

The Holy Saint of the Third Eye, the Dance of Prayer, and the Path of Revelation...

Ling Feng had more and more doubts in his mind, but he knew that he would be able to solve these mysteries soon.

After a while, amid the dancing and music of these women, strange visions began to appear in the sky.

I saw a golden vortex gathering from the distant sky.

Suddenly, a golden light fell from the vortex and sprinkled on the statue of the "Tianmu Saint".

Then, a roar was heard from the void.

A golden ladder descends from the sky above the clouds.

The next moment, the eight clan leaders all looked at each other, and flew back to the disciples of their clan.

The Zongtian clan leader even rushed directly to Ling Yang and said in a deep voice: "The Black Stone Trial has already begun, Yang'er, go quickly!"

Ling Yang showed a proud look on his face, "Don't worry, clan leader, I will definitely win first place for my Zong Tian tribe this time!"

Before he finished speaking, he flew out without paying any attention to the three followers beside him.

"Go!"

Patriarch Zongtian became anxious and hurriedly urged Ling Yang's followers to go and help.

"You all go too, and try your best to help Ling Yang climb the ladder to heaven!"

"Yes!"

Ling Feng and Ling Yan, another disciple who represented the Zongtian Department to participate in the Black Stone Trial, responded and flew out with their entourage.

At the same time, other departments also made similar deployments.

First of all, we must keep the seeded players and be the first to climb the ladder.

Although being the first to reach the ladder does not mean anything, being the first to do so will naturally boost the morale of the clan.

At that moment, the geniuses of all races flew towards the direction of the ladder at the same time.

I have to say that Ling Yang really has the capital to be arrogant. Everyone set out at almost the same time, but this person took the lead and was the first to arrive under the ladder.

"Haha, the first person to climb the ladder to heaven must be me, Ling Yang!"

Ling Yang laughed loudly, and pounced directly, stepping his legs on the first step, while tightly grasping the light ropes on both sides, preparing to climb up.

But the next moment, Ling Yang's expression suddenly changed, and he saw that the ladder was shaking violently.

Ling Yang quickly leaned over and lay down on the stairs so as not to be thrown out immediately.

"It seems that this ladder really has some mysteries."

Ling Feng was not in a hurry. He flew slowly towards the ladder with Queen Qingluo and a few others. At the same time, he looked at Ling Yang, who was lying on the ladder and was thrown out in a very embarrassed manner.

Logically speaking, Ling Yang's strength is not weak, so he shouldn't be unable to catch such a rope ladder.

Obviously, there is something strange on the ladder.

At this moment, the genius of Hengtian tribe had also arrived. With a sneer on his face, he kicked Ling Yang hard.

Ling Yang frowned. Although he was unwilling, he had to let go of the ladder and flew to avoid the kick.

"You think you can take the first place? I'm afraid you won't be the first!"

The Tianjiao of the Hengtian tribe immediately grabbed the light ropes on both sides of the ladder. He did not rush to climb up, but said to the followers behind him: "Everyone, help me stabilize the ladder! At the same time, don't let others get close!"

"Do not worry!"

Three attendants followed closely behind. Two of them, one on the left and one on the right, held on to the light rope tightly, trying their best to prevent the ladder from shaking, while the remaining attendant stood aside to prevent others from getting close.

As long as the rope ladder doesn't shake, with the speed of these geniuses, it would only take a few breaths to climb up the ladder.

With the help of his followers, the ladder no longer shook.

The Hengtian tribe's Tianjiao laughed loudly and taunted Ling Yang, "The Black Stone Trial cannot be completed by one person alone. Go back and find your followers!"

After saying that, he was about to climb the ladder directly.

How could Ling Yang be willing to accept this? He snorted coldly and pounced forward again.

"Are you qualified to teach me a lesson here?"

Ling Yang threw a punch, and the follower who was responsible for blocking other opponents hurried forward to resist.

However, he was hit hard by Ling Yang and flew away.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the other two followers saw that the situation was not good, so they quickly sent another person to help.

The Tianjiao of the Hengtian tribe who was climbing the ladder frowned and shouted, "Asshole, it's just a trial, and you are so harsh!"

"They are the ones who are useless!"

Ling Yang knocked one of his followers away with a punch, and then kicked the second follower away with a whip kick. He dodged and rushed to the last follower, and punched him in the heart, causing him to foam at the mouth.

The next moment, he grabbed the rope again and shook it violently, "Hehe, it doesn't feel good! Once you grab the ladder, all your magic power will be absorbed by the column. Otherwise, with your weak and powerless moves just now, do you think you can let me, your grandpa, let go?"

After a while, under the violent shaking of Ling Yuan, the genius of Hengtian tribe was indeed thrown down.

He was about to enter the heavenly palace in the clouds, but just when he was about to take the final step, he fell heavily to the ground.

Ling Yang snorted coldly, stepped on the chest of the Hengtian tribe's genius, and kicked him away.

The other geniuses from various tribes all frowned.

  This person is too arrogant!

However, Ling Yang was completely dismissive and sneered, "You useless piece of shit, you want to compete with me for first place?"

At the same time, his three followers finally arrived.

"You three are useless. You are so slow!"

Ling Yang snorted coldly, "If you guys hadn't held me back, I would have already climbed the ladder to heaven!"

After saying that, he slapped each of the three followers without further ado. The three followers were submissive and didn't dare to breathe.

It’s not that they don’t hate this dictatorial “tyrant”, but they have long been afraid of Ling Yang to the core, and they don’t even dare to think of resisting.

Ling Feng, among the group of geniuses, watched this scene with a sneer.

Because he temporarily borrowed Ling Feng's body, he directly "inherited" all of Ling Feng's memories.

Even though Ling Feng's soul was still trapped in the illusion created by Ling Feng, he could still feel Ling Feng's strong hatred for Ling Yang.

"Although he has some talent, he is a bit too arrogant and domineering."

Ling Feng cursed inwardly, and then he heard the voice of Empress Qingluo, "Should we take action?"

"Not urgent."

Ling Feng shook his head, "Let the ancestors take the lead."

As long as he can get into the top three, he will be qualified to enter the Road of Apocalypse.

As for the rest, try not to do them if possible, so as not to change the original historical trajectory.

At the same time, seeing Ling Yang of the Zong Tian tribe being so arrogant, the eight tribe leaders all frowned and stared at the Zong Tian tribe leader.

"Your Zongtian Department has really produced a 'good seedling'!"

Patriarch Hengtian gritted his teeth and said, the sound almost coming out from between his teeth.

"With such arrogance, how can you lead the eight tribes and work together to fight against the demons in the future?"

“I think even if he can enter the path of revelation, he is not qualified to receive the blessing of the Holy Eye Saint!”

"..."

The tribal leaders all spoke one after another, their faces full of indignation.

"Ha ha……"

The Zongtian clan leader could only smile awkwardly and said, "You are young and energetic. If you are not energetic, how can you still be called a young man? You will become more mature after more experience on the battlefield. But as for talent, you don't have it before, and I'm afraid you won't have it in the future!"

There was something sarcastic about his words, which made the Hengtian tribe leader so angry that he almost rolled up his sleeves and started a fight with the Zongtian tribe leader.

"Oh?"

The head of the Yuantian tribe smiled faintly and said, "According to what you said, you think this boy's talent is the highest in this Black Stone Trial?"

"Don't dare."

The Zongtian clan leader shook his head and smiled, "However, if he is the second, I am afraid no one would dare to claim to be the first. After all, the one whose Sky Marks have almost condensed into the form of Sky Eyes is Ling Yuan in your clan, and he is not far behind."

……

While the clan leaders of various tribes were arguing with each other, the fight for the ladder to heaven became a hundred times more intense.

With the help of his three followers, Ling Yang finally managed to grab the ladder. When he was about to climb up, the geniuses from other tribes did not tolerate him and attacked him together.

Ling Yuan has not taken any action yet. He just looked up at the palace on the clouds, then turned back to look at the other two geniuses from the Yuantian Division who were participating in the competition, and said calmly, "It's just climbing the ladder. It doesn't matter who comes first. I'll help you go up first. Everyone, save your energy and don't compete with them."

"Thank you, Brother Yuan!"

Ling Yuan smiled faintly and looked at Qing Mu and the other two behind him, "Wait until the other two groups have gone up, then you go up, I will cover you later."

"Boss, this is not necessary, right?"

Yi Ting frowned and said, "We are your followers, so of course I am here to help you! If Uncle Ling finds out, he will punish us again!"

"Uncle Ling, he just looks a little fierce. Don't worry, as long as we can finally enter the Road of Apocalypse, that's all."

Ling Yuan patted Yi Ting's shoulder gently and said calmly: "Sihuo, just listen to me this time."

"Brother, the boss has his own plans. You should stop worrying about it!"

At this moment, Yi Feng came over from the team next to him.

Although Yi Feng was not chosen as Ling Yuan's follower, he was still chosen as the second seed follower of Yuantian Department based on his strength and talent.

Yi Ting glanced at his younger brother. As he grew up, the only hero in his heart gradually changed from his biological brother to the boss Ling Yuan.

Of course, this may have been influenced by myself to a certain extent.

After arranging everything, Ling Yuan's eyes focused and he flew towards the direction of the ladder.

"Ok?"

Yi Feng was obviously stunned for a moment, "Boss, didn't you just say you won't compete for first place?"

"Anyone can be first, but that guy, not possible."

Ling Yuan's voice was heard, and in an instant, he appeared under the ladder.

Although it was difficult for Ling Yang to climb the ladder due to the interference of geniuses from other races, this guy was determined to guard under the ladder and beat anyone who came up.

The main point is, if you don’t let me go up, I won’t let you go up either.

Just keep wasting time like this and see who can outlast who.

Others didn't want to fight Ling Yang to death and waste their magic power, and it was impossible for them to unite for a while.

Thus, nearly half an hour had passed, and no one had successfully climbed the ladder.

Ling Yuan naturally didn't want to just wait like this.

Finally, he took action.

"Ling Yuan!"

Seeing Ling Yuan appear, Ling Yang revealed a serious expression, snorted coldly and said: "You finally made a move!"

"I don't want to fight with you, but you've gone too far!"

"Hmph, the winner is the king, the loser is the bandit! In the final analysis, whoever has the bigger fist is right!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he punched Ling Yuan.

Ling Yuan's eyes fixed, and a spear suddenly slipped from his hand.

In an instant, he was entangled with Ling Yuan, and at the same time he shouted: "Everyone, there is no need to waste time on the ladder, everyone go up one by one, I will hold this person back!"

"you!"

Ling Yang's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he realized that he had fallen into a trap. However, although his strength was top-notch, he could not get rid of Ling Yuan for a while.

"Damn it! You're just making wedding clothes for others in vain!"

Ling Yangqi gritted his teeth and glared at Ling Yuan fiercely.

"You are such a narrow-minded person, so you won't understand."

Ling Yuan sneered, "What is the purpose of the God Prayer Ceremony? It is not to fight to the death with fellow countrymen, but to show the determination and courage to resist the demons to the Heavenly Eye Saint!"

For a moment, all the geniuses looked ashamed.

And Ling Feng finally understood why Ling Yuan could become the future Ling Taixu and the ancestor of the Tiandao clan.

His mind and his courage are indeed enough to attract countless people to follow him.

"You beat me, so you're bragging here?"

Ling Yang shouted, "Ling Yuan, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson!"

As he said that, he turned around and shouted at the three followers: "Hold on to the death! Don't let anyone get onto the ladder! And you, Ling Feng, Ling Yan, you two losers, hold on to it!" (End of this chapter)