Destiny Martial God

Inside the cave, in the thatched cottage!

The portrait hanging on the wooden wall was not of just one person, but a group of people gathered together.

Among them, a middle-aged man in a dark gray robe, with a burly figure and a heroic face, was talking to a dozen men and women in front of him with his fists clenched.

After seeing the people in the portrait, Ta Ling shook his body very obviously, and then walked to the portrait with a look of sadness and nostalgia in his eyes.

Although he wanted to know the origin of the person in the portrait and what kind of relationship he had with Ta Ling, the crystal clear jade bed on the east side gave him a feeling of being called by blood.

After a brief consideration, Yu Haoran decided to check what the jade bed that brought him the call of blood was.

The closer he got to the jade bed, the stronger the call in his blood became.

The stronger the call, the more crystal clear the color of the jade bed.

When he was nine meters away from the jade bed, the call in his blood began to gradually weaken, but the blood flowing in his veins began to slowly boil.

Seven meters!

When he was seven meters away from the jade bed, Yu Haoran vaguely felt the boiling blood in his body, which made him suddenly have an urge to transform into an ancestor witch.

But considering the area and height of the hut, he temporarily suppressed the urge to transform.

Five meters!

When he was five meters away from the jade bed, the violent boiling blood in his body made Yu Haoran feel as if his body was burning, and the urge to transform into an ancestor witch became stronger.

Fortunately, his strong state of mind and tenacious perseverance finally suppressed the urge to transform.

However, when he was three meters away from the jade bed, the boiling blood in his body began to really burn, and his state of mind and perseverance could no longer suppress the urge to transform in his heart. He couldn't help but roar in a low voice and began to restore the ancestor witch body.

When Yu Haoran began to transform into the ancestor witch, the crystal clear jade bed suddenly formed a suction force, forcibly sucking him onto the jade bed.

When Yu Haoran recovered the nearly 3,000-meter ancestor witch body, he first looked up at the roof of the hut, then looked down at the jade bed, with an extremely shocked look in his eyes.

Because he didn't know what strange ability the jade bed had, no matter how much his ancestor witch's height increased, the height from the roof above his head never changed, and the area occupied by the space did not increase either.

"Sit down with your knees bent!"

Just as Yu Haoran looked down at the jade bed, a strong and vigorous voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Who are you?" Without listening to the voice in his mind, Yu Haoran quickly made a defensive posture and shouted with a solemn look.

"I am a trace of thought left in the bone bed under your feet!" The voice in his mind replied without hiding his origins.

"Bone bed!"

After hearing the reply from the voice in his mind, Yu Haoran instinctively wanted to fly into the air and leave the bone.

But the strong suction force formed by the bone bed made it impossible for him to move his legs, and he could not jump into the air smoothly.

"My name is Dijiang!"

Facing Yu Haoran who wanted to get out of the bone bed, the voice in his mind said his name.

After hearing the name of the voice in his mind, Yu Haoran immediately extinguished the idea of ​​leaving the bone bed, and then sat down obediently with his knees bent.

Dijiang, the strongest ancestor witch who successfully opened up the Dantian among the twelve ancient ancestor witches, the ancestor witch boxing he now mastered was also inherited from the memory of this strongest ancestor witch.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that after entering the space of the witch god, you not only didn't die, but you were also transformed by the ancestor tree into an ancestor witch with the purest bloodline, and obtained the memory inheritance of our twelve brothers and sisters." After Yu Haoran sat down with his knees bent, the voice in his mind couldn't help but sigh.

"Senior, since you are a trace of divine thought left by Senior Dijiang, you must know the origin of this bone bed under my feet!"

Although he had already speculated on the origin of the bone bed under his feet, Yu Haoran still wanted to get confirmation from the other party so that he could ask the next question.

"This bone bed was made using the bones of my Dijiang." Dijiang Cannian replied without joy or sadness.

"Senior, as an almighty being at the level of the ancient supreme, who dares to be so bold as to desecrate your bones, and who has the ability to refine your bones into a bone bed?" After receiving the affirmative reply from Dijiang Cannian, Yu Haoran felt endless anger, and a trace of doubt emerged in his heart and asked.

"All those below the supreme are ants!"

Faced with Haoran's questioning, Dijiang Cannian explained without any concealment.

"If I hadn't agreed, even the supreme beast kings of the ancient times would never dare to easily desecrate my body."

"Why?"

Yu Haoran didn't understand why Dijiang did this, as he was willing to be transformed into a bone bed.

"To wait for you, to wait for the descendants of the pure-blooded ancestor witch!" Dijiang Cannian replied immediately.

"What is the purpose of waiting for so long?"

As a magician at the level of a master of magic, Yu Haoran understood the meaning of Dijiang Cannian's reply just now, but he didn't know what the other party was waiting for.

"To be able to reproduce the supreme glory of the ancient ancestor witch, and to break the curse imposed on the ancestor witch." Dijiang Cannian's voice gradually rose, and he shouted with more excitement.

"How can we achieve this step?"

Yu Haoran didn't care much about restoring the glory of the ancestor witch and breaking the curse. What he really cared about now was what kind of benefits he could get from it.

"Youngster, after the transformation of the ancestor tree using the witch fruit, do you think you are already the most authentic ancestor witch with the most authentic bloodline?" Without answering Yu Haoran's question immediately, Dijiang Cannian asked with a hint of contempt in his tone.

"Senior, is it possible that the ancestor witch's physical body of the junior still has defects!" Yu Haoran asked with a gleam of light in his eyes without paying attention to Dijiang Cannian's contemptuous tone.

In fact, at the moment when the physical body grade broke through the realm of the martial emperor, he vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the ancestor witch's physical body, especially when performing the boxing inherited by the ancestor witch, he often failed to perform the essence of the inherited boxing.

"Youngster, how can a warrior perfectly exert the power of the physical body?"

Yu Haoran's calm reaction made Dijiang Cannian very satisfied. After putting away his contemptuous tone, he began to point out the defects of Yu Haoran's ancestor witch's physical body.

"The combination of blood and bones!"

Whether in the past life or in this life, the practice of the basic boxing method, Bull Boxing, is to better exert the potential and strength of the flesh, so Yu Haoran responded instinctively.