[This time is the last chapter of the real Wu Clan Inheritance]

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Wang Chuan said lightly and began to teach.

These truths have now been completely confirmed in Wang Chuan's divine consciousness, and he naturally understands them very thoroughly.

"Although these inheritances are broad and profound, the essence is actually the same...... Be honest!"

Seeing Jiujiu listening to himself carefully, Wang Chuan nodded with great satisfaction, but suddenly found that the red boy was writhing like a nail under his buttocks, and Wang Chuan's face suddenly turned dark.

Teaching the Wu Clan Dao by himself, it is naturally impossible to leave his son behind, but it is a pity that the red boy seems to be only interested in the magic of the immortal family, and there seems to be little interest in the witchcraft that Wang Chuan said.

However, in view of the presence of Princess Iron Fan, Wang Chuan was also embarrassed to clean up the red child, seeing Princess Iron Fan's smiling gaze, Wang Chuan coughed and continued to preach.

Although Wang Chuan has become a saint, for Princess Iron Fan, she is still her husband, and it is impossible to form any estrangement between the two due to the problem of the realm.

Otherwise, Wang Chuan would have far surpassed Princess Iron Fan at the beginning, and the two would still be together.

In the same way, for his father, the red boy naturally doesn't feel any changes, when it should be noisy, he still makes a fuss, relying on the support of the iron fan princess, the red boy is quite a general you 'you will beat me' posture.

The hated Wang Chuan is itching at all.

Feeling the gaze of the princess of the iron fan, Wang Chuan laughed dryly, glanced at the red boy, and was secretly angry in his heart, this bastard boy, don't learn to pull down!

Anyway, as long as you are there, in these three realms, if you want to bully the red child, you have to pass your own level first.

Let him be a gentleman with peace of mind.

Thinking of this, Wang Chuan no longer paid attention to the red boy, and gradually shifted his focus to wine.

"The essence of the Wu inheritance actually lies in one sentence. ”

Wang Chuan now has a bit of a masterful demeanor, of course, as a saint, this demeanor naturally has.

"The use of all the forces of nature to achieve one's own ends or to control the other is witchcraft. ”

"The main way of using witchcraft is in mudras and mantras. ”

Officially began to explain witchcraft, Wang Chuan immediately entered the state, that meticulous state, with a trace of mystery and solemnity.

"The witch clan has existed since the time of the flood, and it is divided into black witchcraft and white witchcraft, but in the eyes of the teacher, the branch of black and white witchcraft is just a forcible cutting of witchcraft, and its essence is still the same. ”

"Dare to ask Master, how did you divide it?"

Jiujiu asked, looking up.

Wang Chuan said: "All witchcraft to achieve evil purposes is black witchcraft." ”

In fact, to put it bluntly, black witchcraft is the legendary evil art.

Ten fingers are not the same length, a race, naturally good and bad, some lustful and sinister wizards, using witchcraft to achieve evil purposes, this kind of wizard, is naturally a dark wizard.

The witchcraft used is also known as black witchcraft.

But whether it is black witchcraft or white witchcraft, the way it uses witchcraft is still the same.

At the beginning of the famine, the witch clan was independent, witchcraft was rampant in it, and all kinds of wizards competed for beauty, and in general, it was divided into six camps.

It is qi and blood, wisdom, forethought, dementorship, spirit medium, and Chensi.

These six camps, except for the early collapse of Chensi, the remaining five branches are constantly fighting, just to fight for the orthodoxy of the Wu clan, but no one is convinced.

In the end, the power of the Wu clan fell one after another, and the strong inheritance disappeared with the fall of the strong, leaving only some small witches.

However, during the flood period, the heavens and the earth were constantly in dispute, although the internal fighting of the Wu clan consumed a lot of combat power, but it still rose strongly, relying on the real Wu clan inheritance.

After those true inheritances disappeared, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were born and studied a set of methods for tempering the physical body with the power of heaven and earth.

It is all kinds of mystical skills.

For example, Xuangong is to rely on the power of separation from fire between heaven and earth, temper the physical body, and finally use force to preach the Tao.

Unlike other races, the Wiccan clan has its own set of cultivation realms, which are forcibly divided according to the understanding and use of witchcraft.

Little Witch, Big Witch, Ancestral Witch, Witch Saint.

Back then, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were able to compete with the rest of the races with just the strength of their bodies, and even almost killed the saints of other races, which can be imagined that the Wu clan is powerful.

Above the ancestral witch, there is also the realm of witch saints.

According to legend, since the beginning of the day, there has only been one witch saint in the Wu clan.

At that time, this saint was a Chensi, who relied on his strong power to run rampant in the wilderness, but he was finally abandoned by the way of heaven and fell into the rolling river.

And the lower the self-cultivation level of practicing witchcraft, the more convenient it is to cultivate.

Don't you smell that white paper is good for painting?

Witchcraft is still to communicate with all the forces of heaven and earth nature to achieve its own goals, if one's own cultivation is too high, and the chaotic cultivation in the body hinders the communication with nature, then it is naturally more difficult to practice witchcraft.

Jiujiu is now just a human immortal, and the cultivation of witchcraft is naturally making rapid progress.

However, Wang Chuan, although the realm is already a saint, but he can't stand it, he has already dispersed the Nine Rank Heavenly Immortal Recipe and the thirty-six Tiangang changes, which means that he only has the body of a saint who is separated from the fire body and some fighting methods.

Therefore, Wang Chuan practiced witchcraft by himself, and his speed was also very fast.

It's a red boy, who has such a good opportunity, but he looks down on witchcraft, and he is stunned that he has not practiced at all, so angry that Wang Chuan doesn't want it.

But there is no way, this kid has been spoiled by Princess Iron Fan since he was a child, Wang Chuan just wants to discipline, the red boy wiped his tears, Princess Iron Fan's face turned black, and Wang Chuan naturally lost his temper.

A month passed quickly, and seeing that the period of the Great Ceremony was approaching, Wang Chuan had to stop cultivating.

Because he has one more thing to do.

I saw Wang Chuan sneaking into the eighteenth layer of hell, cocking a corner, and his arms suddenly exerted force.

"Give it to me!"

With a loud shout, the Quartet shook!

The entire hell and netherworld was actually lifted alive by Wang Chuan's power alone!

All the creatures in hell, at this moment, feel that the heavens are spinning, and none of them can stand firmly.

Wang Chuan held the Hell Nether, slowly raised his body, and floated the Hell Netherworld on the ground.

Then, unfold his body and stride towards the north.

Ride the wind freely, and the avenue will go naturally.

Today's Wang Chuan has a trace of immortal spirit.

All the way to the sky above the North Sea, Wang Chuan looked at the North Sea, his eyes went forward again, the North Sea was connected, it was an unknown water, Wang Chuan's divine sense probed the past, but there was no life.

"Hey!"

Wang Chuan shouted with all his strength, and with a strong throw, the entire hell and darkness was suspended above the waters.

"In the future, this will be my witch dojo. ”

Wang Chuan looked at this place with satisfaction, but his brows suddenly furrowed.

Because this thing is suspended above the water, it needs Wang Chuan's mana as support, if the mana is withdrawn, I am afraid that this hellish netherworld will immediately sink to the bottom of the sea.

This can't be done, you can't let the dojo contain you, otherwise, won't it become a cocoon?

Wang Chuan maintained his mana, but his thoughts turned sharply, and he suddenly smiled, and flashed towards the Tongtian River.

The old ray in Tongtian River can be used as a support point.

Effortlessly subdued the old ray and brought it back to the waters, Wang Chuan promised the old man the inheritance of witchcraft and agreed to join the witch clan, the old ray was naturally happy, and immediately obediently ran to the hell and hell, and supported the hell firmly on all fours.

The Wu clan wants to rise, the old man naturally sees it thoroughly, this bastard is bent on longevity, and now that there is a saint of the Wu clan occupying this hell and netherworld, his own lifespan is not in the hands of others?

As for the witchcraft inheritance that Wang Chuan Xu gave him, he didn't take it to heart.

As long as he joins the Wu Clan, this Wu Clan saint will naturally not treat himself badly.

Seeing that the bracket was there, Wang Chuan still didn't feel very satisfied.

The dojos on both sides of Buddhism and Taoism, Wang Chuan has seen it, which is not a gorgeous house, pavilions, caves everywhere, immortals everywhere, birds and flowers everywhere, and fairy mist everywhere.

But what about this place?

The original body is the underworld of hell, and this place is naturally filled with an eerie dark tone, although the witchcraft seems a little mysterious, but Wang Chuan wants to completely change this pattern.

Then, rebuilding this hell and underworld has become a disease in Wang Chuan's heart.

Seeing that the ceremony is about to be held, Wang Chuan is running out of time, and if he wants to tidy up this place in a short time, he is afraid that it will not be easy.

Suddenly, Wang Chuan smiled, but he thought of a good idea. (To be continued.) )