If you ask this question to a few other pig teammates of Shui Mo, you may be at a loss for a long time, but when Shui Mo heard this, his eyes sparkled, and he nodded desperately, indicating that he knew.

Wu is an ancient existence, as early as when the flood first appeared, he was the master of the earth, and his combat power can be compared to the existence of ancient divine beasts.

Looking at the oil paint on the face of the person in front of him, the ink was immediately seated. With a body that can open up the world, and even more with natural supernatural powers, the twelve great witches of the ancients have evolved their own supernatural powers to the extreme.

Then the people of this tribe are so strong in the flesh because of the witch, and Shui Mo feels that he has grasped the key at once. Oh my God, here is the cultivation inheritance of the Ancient Great Witch!

Looking at the fairy in the painting who keeps painting himself, the sloppy and obscene image has become bohemian,

However, just in case, Shui Mo still cautiously spoke: "Senior, is our tribe a witch force?"

The fairy in the painting was very satisfied with the word 'we' in the ink, thought about it, and shook his head: "Yes and no!"

What do you mean?

"This is a place where witches and humans live. ”

If this is really the case here, then I know very well that there are not many valuable things in this tribe, and the best thing must be in the ancestral land of the Wu clan, where there are definitely no people or demons other than Wu.

The initial expectations were extinguished, and the ink was very disgusted with the things smeared on his face, and he lost his respect for the look of the fairy in the painting, and resumed his hanging.

"Then what kind of trouble is this!" Ink pointed to his face and asked unceremoniously.

The fairy in the painting didn't care, and continued to smear on the face of the ink: "Hold a sacrifice for you, the tomb owner here has arranged a lot of inheritance, and if you come here, then my share will be cheaper for you!"

"The Legacy of the Witch?"

"Not bad!"

"I don't want it!" Ink is in a hurry, he has lofty ideals and ambitions to conquer the world, how can he let a third-rate witch hold a ceremony so casually, and if he wants to hold it, he will have to hold it for a powerful witch to hold it for himself. Although I am not sure, the strong people are reliable in short.

In the painting, the fairy's paint-stained palm slapped down and hit the ink directly on the head, "What kind of hypocrisy, Lao Tzu is tired of staying, give you the inheritance as soon as possible, and complete the task as soon as possible." ”

The strength was firmly suppressed, and Shui Mo felt that no matter how much he protested, he had to give up. "Then tell me, what are the inheritances here?"

In the painting, the fairy smeared a handful of paint, this time taking off his shirt against the ink, and at the same time said: "Haven't you all seen it when you walked in? There is a battle between soldiers, a method of cultivation for fierce beasts, and a sage on the Tao!"

Damn, I can't understand a lot, I haven't looked at so many pictures carefully, and I'm losing a lot, and I must find a new opportunity when I go out.

"But you're lucky to be here. After all, you have to pass the test to get the inheritance. In fact, they are almost the same, the first point is to get out of trouble by yourself, which others don't know, but I'm a fairy in the painting, and I'll know it as soon as you get out of trouble. ”

The ink is a little embarrassed, and the tiger demon is to blame.

"Second, prove your strength, I'll let you catch a prey here, and prove that you can not starve to death. Like other places, the two armies still have to fight, step by step meritorious service to ascend, or receive a saint without dying in one blow, in order to pass the level.

Shui Mo didn't want to talk to this old man, the courage he had finally mustered up was gone, and he wouldn't break in if he was killed after he went out, and it was the right thing to go home directly.

"Thirdly, of course, it's a sycophant. Among these few people, you kid has a unique taste, and like me, I like it!"

Shui Mo couldn't help but mourn for those people, not because my brother wanted to swallow the benefits alone, but even if I told you that if you have enlightenment, your stomach will still be unable to control and vomit.

When the sun was setting and the ink was dry, they appeared at the door, and it happened that the ink was brought out by the fairy in the painting. At first, a few people didn't recognize it, so they respectfully let go of the body and let the fairy in the painting and the child they didn't know go first.

Ink understood what was going on at a glance, and was very disdainful of a few people, is it necessary to slap this old man like this? Ink was a few steps behind the fairy in the painting, and when he passed by Mo Yong, he grabbed the other party's arm with a snap, and at the same time, a voice appeared that had been brewing for a while: "Wow! He bullied me!"

"I didn't!" Mo Yong was directly anxious, where would the little ghost lie to himself, if it weren't for the fact that the fairy in the painting hadn't finished walking, he must be taught a good lesson.

When the fairy in the painting turned his head and asked with his eyes, Mo Yong's face turned red, and his loud defense was not his own reason.

However, under the gaze of the fairy in the painting, his voice became lower and lower, and the bear child next to him did not cry, but looked at him evilly and smiled.

Even the corners of the fairy's mouth rose in the painting, and he was amused.

Shui Mo was very happy: "Tell you to use your brains more, who else can talk here besides him, who can you blame for being stupid!"

After the ink finished speaking, he chased the fairy in the painting directly, leaving four stupid people.

Damn, the young master of ink is actually dressed up as this virtue!

"Is there a photo stone, I must take a photo, and he will definitely break the news if he tricks us again in the future!"

"Come on, he's just given you a stimulus, and besides, he's so thick-skinned that he doesn't care about that. In the end, even if you tell others that this is Master Ink, no one will recognize it!"

Eh, several people sighed in unison, handle, handle, where are you!

The same group of fires, this time there was no food, and the fairy in the painting, that is, Wu, came to the fire very seriously, with one hand empty, one hand holding a wooden cane, both hands open, chanting words.

Ink was brought to his side, and he had already been admonished, just follow his feelings later.

The tribesmen all stood respectfully on the outer circle and bowed down together to the chanting of the witch.

Ink is very annoyed by the four woods, what is the excitement on the side, join in!

The four of them shook their heads in unison, and they didn't do this if they were killed.

It's really a pig's brain, and you don't take advantage of it! When you get angry and threaten them, you still stand still, Ink doesn't want to pay attention to them, you deserve it!

As the witch's prayer drew to a close, with the witch's shout, the fire suddenly burned violently, reaching into the sky. The people of the surrounding tribes also burst into cheers, ignoring the splash of the flames, and danced directly and enthusiastically, and the momentum reached ** at once.

From the beginning, the consciousness of the ink began to blur, and by the end of the day, he could no longer hear the strange sounds around him, and his soul became lighter and lighter, leaving the body and driving into the distance.

It's a strange feeling, different from the feeling when I cultivate, as if something is pulling me to a place.

Follow the feeling! Ink and wash completely follow Wu's explanation, and don't deliberately do it at all, and let the power that involves him bring him over.

If what the ink did made Wu know that he would definitely scold, no wonder Lao Tzu wasted so much effort, Lao Tzu said that going with your feelings is to let you fly with the feeling of traction, and now you can't fucking move, along the way, Lao Tzu spent all his strength to pull the past, is there such a trick as you?

I don't know about ink painting at all, it's been a long time, it's not that it only takes a while.

A clearing finally appeared in front of him, and when he entered through the gate, huge statues and some spiritual energy beads representing attributes approached around him.

Shui Mo already had an idea in his heart, and took a blue bead representing the water attribute, which is the inheritance of the bloodline, and the attribute of this bead is in line with his spiritual root, and he will get twice the result with half the effort when he uses the water system magic power in the future. The other flowers want to get close to themselves and all wave their hands, don't want it!

Ink and wash don't know the attributes and characteristics of the twelve ancestors, but Gonggong and Zhu Rong still know, and these two people are remembered because of one more story. Sometimes publicity is a very important thing, whether it is good or bad, the audience will remember it after listening to it!

It's this stupid big man! The one who hit his head against the mountain, he didn't expect that the statues here were carved like this, and the ink was immediately recognized, the twelve ancestors were born with a lack of brains, and there should be no regression in IQ when he cultivates his exercises, right?

Ink prayed, approached all of a sudden, sparse memories rushed to his face, the vast sea, a giant standing on the sea, standing up to the sky, as long as there is water, his power will not be broken, but who told himself, how does this inheritance feel like a part is missing? It seems incomplete!

Ink climbed up and down without believing in evil, touched all the places that could be touched, and did not find the abnormality of the co-worker colossus. Finally sighed and left disappointed.

Even the inheritance is a copycat, what about the pit people!

In the painting, the fairy rested on the side, and Ink came to the side and sat down, staring straight at him without speaking, trying to make his conscience uneasy.

However, the fairy in the painting jumped up directly: "Boy, your inheritance is incomplete, there are a lot of runes missing on your face!"

Ink anger started from his heart: "What about it, the inheritance of co-work is only half, and there are too many missing, which makes me happy in vain, so don't you tell me what's going on?"

The fairy in the painting pointed his fingers: "This is in the painting, not the real world, the information here is all left by the tomb owner, no matter how talented he is, he will not complete the ancestral witch inheritance, it would be good to be able to deduce half of it!"

Ink rolled his eyes and spit out a word.

"Don't divert the topic, boy, what's the matter with you not having a complete inheritance!" The fairy in the painting held his hand and did not let go, and there was a posture of not letting go without asking clearly.

"You said it was only half of it, and you came to ask me?" Shui Mo was also angry, you let go, it hurts.

"I mean the inheritance of other ancestral witches, look at the runes on your body don't respond, what's the matter that you didn't get it!"

This time it was the turn of the ink to be stunned, this, this, this!

grabbed the hands of the fairy in the painting: "Let me go again, I, I, I ......" The ink almost cried, the boat capsized in this gutter.

Hmph! The fairy in the painting shook his arm, he didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, do you think it's a bazaar, how many times can you go?

Ink was in a big mood and was hurt, squatting on the ground and wanting to be alone. How cheap I am, I once had a priceless treasure in front of me, and I only took one-twelfth!

It's better to let yourself die.