Volume 8 Across the World

Chapter 967: Ancient Witchcraft

The helmet was still dark and quiet, Yao Ze's heart moved, maybe this was an opportunity to get rid of it, so he hurriedly grabbed the helmet and placed it on the top of the statue's head, the size was completely suitable.

He smiled with satisfaction, and was about to turn away, but the helmet seemed to be pulled and floated in front of him again.

This thing didn't seem to have the intention of leaving, he grabbed it in his hand, and looked at it again and again, but he couldn't see any difference, so he had to let it stay in the Zhihai space.

Jiang Yuan's injuries seemed to have improved greatly, after cultivating for so long, his expression was still very calm, it seemed that this statue was indeed magical, Yao Ze sat next to him, full of joy, and suddenly thought of one thing, that white light has been shining on his head since then, maybe that tyrannical breath ......

He hurriedly opened his inner vision, the group of abilities was still suppressed in a corner, and he couldn't see any changes, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed in his heart.

I was shocked, could it be another group of powers?

He carefully probed, and found no tyrannical discomfort in it, as soon as his heart was relieved, as soon as his spiritual power was slightly running, the air mass followed the rapid rotation in the meridians, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the dantian space.

The colored toddler stared at him curiously, watching the white air mass circling in front of him, and stretched out his finger to test a little. It seemed to be under some kind of traction, and the air mass wrapped all the Yuan Ying along the fingers, and after a breath, there was no trace of it!

Yao Ze has been looking inward and observing, his heart was shocked, Yuan Ying pinched the trick with both hands, and soon the meridians of the whole body began to surge, and the true yuan was running rapidly in the body, for several weeks in a row, and he did not feel the slightest abnormality, and the white air mass seemed to be completely absorbed and refined.

The old patriarch woke up faintly, looking at the statue of the witch god still standing in a daze, he really couldn't think of what happened just now, his eyes turned, and he saw that Yao Guike was looking at him with a smile, and just wanted to speak, Yao Ze made a gesture, and the two came quietly outside the bamboo building.

"Distinguished guest, what happened just now? The old man seems to have seen the manifestation of the witch god again......" There was no one around the bamboo building, and the old patriarch couldn't wait to ask.

"What's the matter?Is the old patriarch too consumed?I see that you fell asleep after casting the spell, and you didn't bother, what will happen to the witch god?" Yao Ze looked dazed.

Seeing that this guest did not seem to be a fake, the old patriarch was also a little confused, could it be that he was really too tired these days?

Jiang Yuan practiced in retreat for half a month this time, Yao Ze was not in a hurry, he protected the Dharma outside the bamboo building, and the old patriarch came twice in the middle, although he was full of thoughts, he could only wait for Jiang Yuan to recover.

On this day, Yao Ze was looking down at the dark token, a faint fragrance hit his nose, nephrite jade entered his arms, although he was still covered with a gauze scarf, a pair of good-looking eyebrows stretched slightly, a pair of autumn eyes full of joy, and his heart was also overjoyed.

"Fully recovered?"

There was no answer, the silk yarn disappeared out of thin air, although the breathtaking face was like a red apple, and the petal-like delicate cherry lips were bravely approached, and with a "boom", Yao Ze was lost and intoxicated.

In a newly built bamboo building, three old men dressed in animal skins looked nervous, the old patriarch looked down at a few turtle shells in front of him, his sparse brows were furrowed, and he whispered in his mouth: "How is it all fog, unpredictable......"

"Old patriarch, what can't be predicted?"

A hearty laugh suddenly sounded, and the patriarch's thin face was startled, and suddenly like a blooming chrysanthemum, he hurriedly stood up with a thin figure.

"Congratulations on your recovery ......"

Jiang Yuan's injuries recovered, Yao Ze was in a good mood, and he was looking forward to the next witchcraft, the old patriarch's eyes flashed, and he seemed to have indescribable wisdom, and he took the two of them to the secret place of the ancient witch clan very happily.

The so-called secret place, not far from the ancestral hall, everyone stopped in front of a boulder, four old men waved their short sticks at the same time, with the sound of a low groan, the space fluctuated slightly, the object in front of the eyes flickered, the boulder disappeared out of thin air, and a dark hole appeared in front of everyone.

"Please, distinguished guest. ”

The old patriarch took the lead, flicked his fingers, and a ball of powder floated in front of him, and with a "bang", the powder turned into a dazzling fireball, illuminating the entire black hole as bright as day.

Yao Ze secretly surprised himself, and did not hesitate, pulling Jiang Yuan towards the cave, but the other three old men did not enter, and sat cross-legged outside to guard.

The cave is a long passage, more than a zhang wide, walk more than a dozen steps, there will be a closed stone door on both sides, but the old patriarch has no intention of stopping, has been moving forward for nearly a hundred zhang, and finally stopped at the end of the passage, the same stone door stands in front of everyone.

I saw the old patriarch groaning slightly in his mouth, his hands in front of the stone gate, there was a loud "boom", and the stone gate opened inward, Yao Ze found that the stone gate was three feet thick.

A cave with a radius of several zhang appeared in front of everyone, pitch black, and as the old patriarch bounced his fingers again, a fireball was suspended in the air, and everything in the cave was clear.

On the ground paved with dark animal skins, the left hand wall leaned against a wooden frame made of three-layer ebony, on which were stacked nearly a hundred animal skins of various colors, each one of which was one foot square, looking very neat, and nothing else.

"Two distinguished guests, here are all the secret books of the ancient witch clan, and you can read them at will, as long as they are not damaged. After saying that, a meaningful smile appeared on the old patriarch's thin face, and he turned around and left directly.

The two glanced at each other, and they both felt that the old man was so generous, but it seemed a little strange, but they didn't care about what was boring in it, so they directly picked up a piece of animal skin, sat on the ground and looked at it quietly.

There are all kinds of strange symbols carved on the animal skin, Jiang Yuanyan frowned slightly, these are all ancient characters, to be exact, demon characters, she looked to the side, worried that Yao Ze would not be able to understand, but at this time, Yao Ze was holding the animal skin, motionless, obviously already immersed in it.

Nearly 100 animal skins, the two of them read them one by one, and it took more than a month.

According to the introduction of the animal skin, the ancient witchcraft is divided into nine layers, and every time you cultivate one layer, a leaf will appear on your body, thinking that the old patriarch has already cultivated three layers, and Gongliangwei has only cultivated the first layer.

The so-called witch is to uphold the will of heaven, heaven and earth, all used by witches, seek good fortune and avoid evil, punish evil and promote good, govern heaven and earth, and humane reincarnation.

Witchcraft is the heaviest sacrifice, thinking that the old patriarch holding a short staff is a form of sacrifice, but they don't have to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, use their own bodies as a bridge, communicate heaven and earth through spells, cultivate to the extreme, with the help of the power of heaven and earth, they can even break life and death, and turn reincarnation!

Although he didn't cultivate deeply, most of the content was written down by swallowing dates, and he could only slowly scrutinize it later, but he had a vague intuition that this witchcraft was similar to the law of space, and it should also belong to a kind of great avenue law between heaven and earth!

After reading it, Yao Ze had a new understanding of the "Array Control Technique", it turned out that the Array Control Technique was not driven by spiritual power, but an ancient witchcraft spell, and the two Arctic Hall Masters got the secret book, drawing a scoop according to the gourd, and they could also cast some power, but if they cooperated with the spell, the power would definitely be much greater.

It was a pity to him that so many animal skins only recorded the cultivation methods of the first six layers of ancient witchcraft, but there were several simple small witchcraft in front of him, and he used them casually on a whim.

"Naza pinched the ...... of Adored"

With a low moan, the silk veil covering Jiang Yuan's face automatically rose without wind, revealing a face that seemed to be disgusted and happy, but the pretty eyes showed an incredible expression.

"You can do it?"

Yao Ze shrugged his shoulders slightly, and looked over a little strangely, what was the difficulty of this simple witchcraft? I don't understand why she was so surprised.

"Did you just perform the Photography Technique? When I first saw it, I was ready to experiment, but it took three days to get the essentials, I feel that the old patriarch let us watch at will, there must be some reservations, how can you do it?" Jiang Yuan's eyes flashed, his face full of surprise.

Yao Ze was also a little puzzled, he twisted his eyebrows and thought for a moment, and then chanted in a low voice: "Sanmo Khan Nanman will punish ......"

Under Jiang Yuan's shocked gaze, Yao Ze's body slowly floated, obviously she didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of aura, this was really witchcraft!

The two discussed for a long time, and he also demonstrated it hand in hand, but Jiang Yuan couldn't even perform the simplest witchcraft, so far, he was also confused.

Outside the dense cave, the four old men had been sitting with their eyes closed, and suddenly opened their eyes at the same time, and the old patriarch stood up with a smile, "Honorable guest, have you finished reading?"

Yao Ze nodded, and said seemingly casually: "Old patriarch, after watching it for so long, how come it is that you can't perform even the simplest witchcraft?"

"Oh, it's all because the old man is old and forgetful, and he forgot to explain to the distinguished guests that this witchcraft can only be practiced by people with the blood of the ancient witch clan, and it is a sin......" The old patriarch's face was guilty, but a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes.

Yao Ze and Jiang Yuan glanced at each other, although there was no change on their faces, they were even more puzzled in their hearts, when did they have the bloodline of the ancient witch clan?

The three old men next to him were silent, obviously expecting it.

Next, he was going to face the so-called holy beast, Jiang Yuan became nervous and wanted to go together, Yao Ze resolutely refused, the immortals had to leave their bodies and flee for their lives, she would definitely be more than lucky.

The valley was surrounded by towering cliffs, Yao Ze flew towards the westernmost part with the old patriarch, watching the old man wave his dark short staff at will, and his figure floated towards the sky, he wondered in his heart, whether he also made such a short staff.

Such a short staff should be a prop, looking at its appearance, it looks like a beast bone, and after the second layer of ancient witchcraft, it needs to be matched with a short staff before it can be cast.

The valley is like spring all year round, and it is unusually warm, but the mountain peaks in front of him are covered with white ice and snow, and the cold wind roars, and the old man can't help but shrink his neck.

"Distinguished guests, please see, over this mountain, the gray mountain in front of you, without a single snow, is the place where the Holy Beast Lord lives, it never leaves there, every time it sends a messenger to convey its will......" I don't know if it was blown by the cold wind, or the fear in my heart, the old man's thin face was bloodless, and his outstretched fingers trembled involuntarily.