After listening to what Mu Chen said to himself, after distinguishing between "black wizard" and "white wizard", Jin Ming was still a little unclear in his heart, and then continued to ask: Teacher, what is the difference between black wizards and white wizards in witchcraft?

Mu Chen smiled slightly, and said: Okay, these are not what you should know now, I can feel that the day of my longevity will come soon, and I don't have much time to give you, take advantage of the limited time to give you help in cultivation. There are many things waiting for you in this vast world to fulfill my unfulfilled wishes. After Mu Chen finished speaking, he took out a bamboo slip in his arms, and then handed it to Jin Ming. At this moment, after the latter took the bamboo slip, his dark eyes looked at Mu Chen.

At this moment, Mu Chen's kind smile on his cheeks had disappeared, but a touch of solemnity emerged. Mu Chen muttered: This is a natal witchcraft, you must not put it away, "If you don't have anything to do with this witchcraft, remember not to learn it." ”

Jin Ming's eyes stared at the bamboo slip in his hand, this bamboo slip looked a little ancient, the lines on it were becoming more and more blurred, and a few words were vaguely engraved on the bamboo slip.

"Black Spell".

Jin Ming looked at Mu Chen with some doubts, and the latter at this time also looked at him with a pair of dark eyes, and the expression on his face became more and more solemn.

Jin Ming asked: What kind of witchcraft is this, and why is there an invisible force pulling him after he starts.

This is a wizard's natal witchcraft, and every wizard will choose a natal witchcraft when practicing witchcraft, and even it cannot be replaced in a lifetime. This witchcraft is mine

Mu Chen said that he didn't continue to talk about this, and when he saw Mu Chen's face change, as if something had happened, his heart palpitated. Mu Chen smiled bitterly and said: Actually, I don't even know about this witchcraft, so you have to be cautious. If you find that this sorcery is not for you, then destroy it!

Mu Chen said with a smile: "Boy, natal witchcraft only has one chance, unlike other witchcraft that can be cultivated in a variety of ways, so when you choose natal witchcraft, you must not choose carefully.

Jin Ming asked: Is there a hierarchy of witchcraft?

Of course, there are levels of witchcraft, a powerful witchcraft is a matter of life and death for a wizard, just like a sword in the hands of a knight.

Jin Ming asked again, "How is witchcraft divided?"

Mu Chen muttered, "The level of witchcraft is divided into first, second, third, and fourth, and each level is divided into low, medium, and high. ”

After Jin Ming glanced at the bamboo slip in his hand, his eyes turned to Mu Chen and asked, "Teacher, what is the level of this natal witchcraft you gave me?"

Actually, I got this "Black Spell" by accident, and I don't know exactly what level it is. But I've studied this witchcraft, but I can't understand it. If it doesn't work with you, you should be cautious and avoid being attacked by witchcraft. If there is a slight mistake, your life will be lost.

Teacher, I want to try this natal witchcraft now, if it doesn't work with me, then I'm looking for a witchcraft that suits me.

Teacher?

"Teacher, are you listening to me?"

"Teacher, you speak!. ”

After Jin Ming got up and walked to Mu Chen's side, he found that the latter at this moment closed his eyes tightly, with a faint smile on his face, and when Jin Ming stretched out his hand to try the tip of the latter's nose, a "buzz" flashed in Jin Ming's mind.

The teacher was gone, and it flashed in Jin Ming's mind. ”

Jin Ming didn't expect the teacher to go so fast, Jin Ming had already felt that the teacher had reached the point of running out of oil and running out, but when the teacher left, Jin Ming still felt empty in his heart. After this month, Jin Ming and Mu Chen have a strong emotion, after all, it was the old man in front of him who saved him, and passed on his lifelong strength, and carefully taught himself, no matter before and after, Jin Ming was grateful.

At this moment, Jin Ming knelt down in front of Mu Chen, and said lightly: Teacher, the favor you gave me, I have no golden name to repay, all I can do is to satisfy your unfulfilled wishes. I will break that the opinions of the white wizards about the dark wizards are not as evil as the world thinks. Jin Ming kowtowed three times in front of Mu Chen, and then buried the latter.

Jin Ming looked into the distance, looking into the distance, under the witchcraft like fireworks, the Nasran Empire was still under the fierce attack of the Azeroth Empire. Jin Ming didn't know how long this war would last, but the cave he was in was still safe at the moment.

After Jin Ming buried Mu Chen, he took out the bamboo slip from his arms. Jin Ming looked at the bamboo slip in his hand, and the vague handwriting on it reads "Black Spell". Mu Chen had reminded himself many times that once he had no chance with this natal witchcraft, then he would destroy this witchcraft. However, Kana-nae didn't know if he had anything to do with the witchcraft.

Teacher Mu Chen once said that if you want to practice this witchcraft, you only need to put it in the Yin Hall.

After this natal witchcraft was just started, Jin Ming felt more and more that the unknown traction appeared again, and this kind of traction was similar to leading himself, and Jin Ming naturally put the "Black Spell" on his own seal.

"Buzz"

The sudden black air flow rushed into his mind crazily, and this black air flow traveled all over his body along his own hall. At this time, in Jin Ming's mind, there was only a "buzzing" sound, and the black air flow made it impossible for him to stop it at all. This black air flow was like a surging tide, surging and surging in his body.

Jin Ming suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and this sense of crisis was exactly what the "Black Spell" in his hand carried.

I don't know how long it took, these black airflows followed the various meridians, and finally like a dragon swimming into the sea, entering the sea of golden names, forming a black vortex in the sea of qi, and finally like the sun after the rain, a warm current swam all over the body. However, at the Golden Fame Qi Sea, the black vortex, which had not appeared before, actually disappeared in the Jin Fame Qi Sea.

At this moment, Jin Ming was shocked into a cold sweat, and for a moment, he didn't know what was going on, but Jin Ming clearly remembered that something seemed to have entered his body, but when Jin Ming felt the changes in his body, he didn't find anything. Jin Ming looked at the bamboo slip in his hand, and Jin Ming was shocked to find that the handwriting on the bamboo slip at this time became even more blurred.

After Jin Ming glanced at the bamboo slip in his hand, his heart moved, he smiled bitterly, and muttered: Maybe he has nothing to do with this natal witchcraft. After Jin Ming got up, he buried the bamboo slips in the place where Mu Chen was buried.

Teacher Mu Chen once said that once he has no chance with this natal witchcraft, then he will let himself be ruined. But Jin Ming thinks that after all, it is Mr. Mu Chen's belongings, and it would be a pity if it is ruined, so it is better to let it wait for someone who is destined...