Last time, I was still my original body, and at that time, I only had two small spiritual holes in the left and right crunchy nests on my body, this kind of qualification is too rubbish, it is simply extremely poor, only a little stronger than ordinary people without spiritual holes, my qualifications, let alone cultivating witches, are ordinary cultivation sects, and I don't look down on my cultivation qualifications.

This time, my body is the body of Zhou Yunyi, who died innocently in vain, I didn't expect this Zhou Yunyi's body to be the spirit body of a four-star Tianqin, which gave me a big surprise, I didn't expect this hard-working Zhou Yunyi to have such a good cultivation qualification, but it cheapened me for nothing.

This time, I must cultivate the witch path to the extreme. ”

On the boat to watch the social drama, a small group of witch yuan has gathered in my dantian, and I only need to meditate the witch power into a cyclone now, and then with the help of the vast sea of stars and the power of hundreds of millions of stars, I will continue to absorb the star power and dissolve into the witch power cyclone, which is the star-seeking realm of the witch road.

The six realms of Wudao: Star Seeking, Star Appearance, Star Movement, Star Can, Flying Star, and Star Travel.

In the Star Seeking Realm, when the Wu Yuan Cyclone reaches its limit, the Wu Yuan Spiritual Qi turns into spiritual liquid, which is the Star Appearance Realm, which is what ordinary cultivators call the period building foundation, if it corresponds to the realm of the other Lei Yuan Realm where I am located, it is the Lei Miao Realm.

I am now a four-star Lyra, and the star power is absorbed incredibly quickly, and large clusters of starlight gather around my body, which is really as bright as day, and I am a person of light at this time.

But suddenly a big problem has come again!

My qualifications can now also be said to be the best of the heavens, but they are actually incapable of entering the body! Xingyuan's spiritual power entered my dantian, and then after a few rotations with my Wu Yuan cyclone in my dantian, it actually flew away from my dantian again!

"What's going on?" I was shocked!

"It turns out that my soul body has not yet completely fused! my soul and this body have not really fused together, and there is still a residual will in my body to resist!"

"Although this will is very weak, it is a deep resentment left in the body of the original owner of this body, but if this extremely deep resentment jumps out from time to time to make trouble, I may go crazy at any time!"

"This big problem has to be solved!"

"Looks like I'm going to have to use the witchcraft of divination to communicate with this grudge. ”

The inheritance of witchcraft is broad and profound, vast and vast like a nebula vortex, hundreds of millions of stars, but in general, the entry is divided into two lines, one line is divination, and the divination is divided into asking spirits and ghosts from low to high, and the other line is force, asking divination before force is because before using force, we must figure out why we want to fight, who to fight, and how to fight?

If you don't even know the ins and outs of the matter, and resort to force at every turn, then you are not a reckless man, and you may even become someone else's knife, or you can't distinguish between right and wrong, and kill people indiscriminately, then you will not become a demon, so asking divination is a strategy that precedes war.

Then there is the cultivation of witch spirits, so as to obtain various combat skills, such as enlightening the spirit and opening wisdom, summoning souls and summoning ghosts, inviting gods to possess oneself, sacrificing magic weapons and other combat skills.

The resentment that remains in my body now is a kind of spirit, and the spirit is all kinds of attachments, resentments, hatreds, and delusions that remain in the world. With my current method of introductory witchcraft, I can just cast this method of asking the spirit and understand the resentment of the former owner of this body.

I'm in an out-of-body state now, and it's very simple for my soul and these spiritual thoughts to surge, which is the most basic spell of the witch path.

In my soul state, if I want to catch this residual grudge of Zhou Yunyi, it is like catching a fish in the river, first muddy the water, and then feel it with my heart, if I can easily catch this residual grudge of Zhou Yunyi.

Zhou Yunyi's remaining resentment is like a yellow eel, and while it is clamped by my hands, it also entangles me.

When I was entangled by Zhou Yunyi's resentment, I immediately entered a scene, but what I never expected was that in this resentment, there was the existence of the mother-of-pearl!

.......

"Hey ~ 100,000 mountains and 90,000 miles of rivers, 80,000 miles of clouds and moons, chasing mountains and seas, brother who picks mountains, stop and rest, take a break Hey~" A group of beautiful female voices, like larks, drifted from one mountain to another on the other side of the river.

"Hey, 100,000 mountains, 90,000 miles of rivers, 80,000 miles of clouds and moons, my brother carries the sun on his left shoulder, the moon on his right shoulder, chasing the mountains and the sea, and he doesn't dare to rest, he doesn't dare to rest~" A group of men who carried the burden over the mountain bent along the mountainside, climbed up the steep and uneven mountain road, singing all the way, heroic and unrestrained.

The sky is tilted to the northwest, and the earth is sunk to the southeast.

In this realm, on this side, there are 100,000 majestic mountains, one mountain after another, one peak after another, the mountains are endless, and the mountains are stacked on top of each other.

There are cages stacked with green, there are cliffs and smoke, there are cliffs and fogs, there are ancient paths and valleys, there are dangerous peaks piercing the sky, and there are bottomless abysses.

A jade belt of Cangjiang River is swirling, like a giant python crossing ten thousand mountains, rolling towards the south.

There are hundreds of millions of mountain people in the vast mountains, and the villages of hundreds of millions of mountain people are dotted around, some of which are built along the river, and some of which live near the peaks.

In the mouths of hundreds of millions of mountain people, there are many, many legends that have been passed down from generation to generation, and there are all kinds of legends, some say that they have seen immortals flying into the sky, some say that they have seen well-dressed beasts and beasts, and demons eat people, some say that they have seen strange beasts retreating, and some say that they have seen mountain ginseng that can run and ancient buildings and temples that can move......

In this world of Fangshan, mountain people often encounter some strange people or things, they have become accustomed to it, and the old people often warn the future generations, see no strange, its blame is self-defeating, turn around and turn back, keep you safe.

If someone hasn't encountered anything strange for a year and a half, they will feel that something is wrong with them.

On this day, many hunters who went up to the mountains to hunt encountered a very strange thing.

On the top of a bare hill, a fat-headed, big-eared, open-chested, big-bellied monk knelt in front of a puddle of mud and sand, crying to death.

The body shape of the big-bellied monk is alive and round with a ball of flesh, and he is crying to death at this time, "Daddy, mother, how many lifetimes have I made......

The hunters watched from a distance across the mountain, and the monk still cried for his father and mother, and no one dared to come forward to persuade him, because the behavior of the pot-bellied monk was extremely strange.

If there is a mound in front of the big-bellied monk, even if it is a small mound, and he kneels there crying for his father and mother, the hunters can understand that the monk is crying for his father's mother, but the monk is just a puddle of mud and sand in front of the monk, and the monk picks up the mud and sand in front of him again and again, and the mud and sand fall from his fingers to the ground, and the monk holds the mud and sand while looking at the mud and sand leaking out of his fingers, a handful of tears and snot.