Chapter 375: Great Witch Inheritance

The six witch golems were killed, and the Zhendan monks had time to look at the world.

Suspended in the firmament of this world is a huge altar on which a blood-red coffin is placed.

"Who is on the altar?" the Zhendan monks all had this question in their hearts.

"Throw stones and ask for directions!" Ou Zihao casually threw a talisman onto the altar.

Rumble!

Winged witches appeared on the altar, and they appeared as soon as the talisman slammed into the altar and grabbed the talisman in their hands.

"The altar is the most important place for the Wu clan, and naturally there are a large number of witch golems guarding it, so don't take it lightly. Li Shuijing reminded the monks.

"Kill!" The winged witch golem that appeared on the altar waved the witch treasure in his hand and attacked Bai Yan and his party.

The Great War has begun!

Bai Yan took out a three-color mirror, held the mirror and looked at the witch golems, and burned them to ashes.

An hour in time!

The monks slaughtered the witch puppets and sat cross-legged on the ground with all their might, looking up at the altar.

Bai Yan took the lead in resuming his cultivation, and he swept to the altar.

Whoosh!

One by one, the True Dan monks flew to the altar.

The altar looks extremely ancient, and the stone bricks on the ancient altar are engraved with mysterious runes, especially the forty-eight stone tablets around the altar are engraved with ancient paintings like ghost paintings.

Bai Yan looked at those ancient paintings carefully, looked at them, and saw one picture after another, as if he had walked into the picture.

"The Inheritance of the Great Witch!"

Bai Yan realized that the ancient painting he had consciously entered was a great witch teaching him the way of witchcraft across time and space, and he was inexplicably excited in his heart, concentrating, looking at the pictures of the ancient paintings, which were engraved in his mind.

Ouyang Liufeng and Ou Zihao flew to the altar, and they also noticed the ancient paintings on the forty-eight stone tablets, but they didn't have the sense of adventure like Bai Yan to enter the ancient paintings, they only saw ordinary ancient paintings, without a trace of enlightenment.

Bai Yan's consciousness entered the first ancient painting, and he was in a pool of blood-red blood.

"Blood pool!" Bai Yan looked at the boiling blood pool, looked at the withered hands stretched out in the blood pool, and listened to the miserable howl coming from the blood pool, he remembered a legend and knew that the blood pool was the first step for the Wu monk to cut his hair and wash the marrow and become a witch.

"Isn't it possible that I'm going to be a sorcerer?"

Bai Yan smiled bitterly, he swept into the pool of blood, and let the blood seep into his body, gradually, his entire body was stained with blood, and a trace of magic power grew in his body, and gradually the magic power increased.

As the magic power became more and more, the magic power in Bai Yan's body condensed into a Wu Dan, causing three Dans to appear in his body, one was a corpse pill, one was a true pill, and one was a Wu Dan.

Bai Yan immediately consciously left the first painting and entered the second painting.

In the second painting, there is a sky, Bai Yan appears on the sky, looking at the dense witch bats on the sky, and his scalp is numb.

"After becoming a shaman, a shaman has to learn to shapeshift. Bai Yan said to himself, "The first thing that a wizard transforms into a witch bat is, it seems that I have to learn to transform into a witch bat in this ancient painting." ”

Bai Yan began to study witch bats, completely forgetting the passage of time, and did not know how many years had passed before he could transform into a witch bat.

Bai Yan consciously left the second painting and entered the third painting.

In the third painting, Bai Yan appears in a mountain of flames, watching the scorching flames turn into pillars of fire and rise into the sky.

"The shaman is good at the five elements, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. It seems that when consciousness enters the third painting, what needs to be practiced is the fire attribute. Bai Yan tried to suck the flame into his body for refining, and gradually, he gulped in the flame for cultivation.

Hard work pays off!

Bai Yan finally cultivated fire, and as soon as his mind moved, fire appeared around his body, and he completely mastered the fire attribute.

Bai Yan's consciousness left the third painting and entered the fourth painting.

In the fourth painting, a long river appears, suspended in the air like a brilliant galaxy.

"It is rumored that the sorcerer wants to refine the mountains and rivers as his magic weapon, and it seems that the splendid river of stars in front of me is about to be refined into a weapon by me. Bai Yan remembered a method of refining the long river, pinched the trick with both hands, recited the incantation, and began to condense the long river in front of him into a practice, he could control the long river.

Bai Yan consciously left the fourth painting and entered the fifth painting.

Bai Yan's consciousness wandered in the fifth painting, and he shuttled through the suspended array stones, carefully studying the array stones.

"Array!" came a snapping cry from the void.

Bai Yan only saw that the array stones in front of him formed a formation according to a certain rule, and his eyes stared at the formation of the array stones for a moment, and learned the formation, only then did he understand that his consciousness entered the fifth painting to learn the formation of the Wu clan.

The formation of the Wu clan is different from the demon race, the human race, and the demon race, and has a unique composition method and unique rules.

In the fifth painting, Bai Yan watched the formation of the formation of the witch formation of the formation of the formation of the Wu Clan, and benefited a lot, unaware of the passage of time, and learned many of the Wu Clan formations, and his heart was naturally excited.

Bai Yan consciously withdrew from the fifth painting and entered the sixth painting.

In the sixth painting, a group of shamans are offering sacrifices around an ancient altar.

The most important thing for the witch clan is to sacrifice, some sacrifice once a year, some once every three years, in the sacrifice, the witch can obtain the power from the other dimension.

Bai Yan looked at the sacrifice curiously, remembering the objects and formations needed for the sacrifice.

"When I leave the witch land, I will set up an altar and make a sacrifice to see if I can obtain the power of the witch ancestor from another dimension. Bai Yan said to himself, he had heard the legend of the Wu Clan, and knew that the Wu Clan was a special race among the hundred clans that could gain power from another world, and because of this, the Wu Clan was once glorious and once ruled over the three clans of people, demons, and demons.

Bai Yan's consciousness left the sixth painting, feeling that he was mentally exhausted and had a feeling of drowsiness, but as soon as he gritted his teeth and kept his consciousness awake, he knew that once he fell asleep, he would no longer be able to consciously enter these forty-eight paintings, and he would not be able to continue to obtain the inheritance of the Great Witch, he had to keep his consciousness awake and continue to obtain the inheritance of the Great Witch, the inheritance of the Great Witch was a rare treasure in ten thousand years, and it could not be missed.

Bai Yan's consciousness entered the seventh painting.

A tall altar, a wizened witch with a witch wand and a witch robe, he was holding a witch wand to mobilize the power of the altar to deal with the witch beasts rushing towards the altar.

"It is rumored that the witch clan can be traced back to the era of the flood famine, could it be that this is the era of the flood famine, at that time, the witch beasts were rampant, and the great witches had to fight with the witch beasts to the death. Bai Yan looked at the witch beasts carefully, but recognized a few famous Flood Witch Beasts, and his heart was shocked.

The sorcerer on the altar was chanting a spell, and the magic power he had summoned from the altar turned into waves that spread in all directions, and all the witch beasts that touched the wavy magic power were reduced to ashes.

"What a domineering witch!" Bai Yan exclaimed, he listened carefully to the spell of the Great Witch and kept it in his mind.

Bai Yan's consciousness withdrew from the seventh painting, his body outside trembled slightly, and he hurriedly manipulated his consciousness to enter the eighth painting.

The picture in the eighth painting is extremely shocking.

It was a starry sky, and there was an altar in the starry sky, and there were witch beasts suspended around the altar, and any witch beast had a human-level terrifying power.

Roar, roar, roar!

Powerful witch beasts roared at the altar to vent their frustration.

There was only a small witch bone on the altar.

The witch bones emitted the aura of death, and the green light around them was very strange.

When Bai Yan saw the witch bone, he couldn't help but fly to the altar, and grabbed the witch bone casually, he actually caught the witch bone and put it into the other space casually.

Roar, roar, roar!

The witch beasts rushed to the altar desperately.

Bai Yan's face changed, he felt that everything was so real, and he had no choice but to learn the spell of the great witch, and manipulated the altar to shoot magic power and blast at the witch beasts who rushed to the altar.

Poof!

Bai Yan's manipulation of magic power could not turn the rushing witch beasts into ashes, but it made those witch beasts shatter one by one, and frightened those powerful witch beasts into no longer daring to rush to the altar.

"It's dangerous here, and my consciousness must get out of here sooner. Bai Yan realized that something was wrong, and his consciousness immediately left the eighth painting, and after pondering for a long time, his consciousness entered the ninth painting.

The picture of the ninth painting is also in the starry sky.

There was an ancient witch ship floating in the starry sky, and there was a great witch sitting in the middle of the boat, and Bai Yan couldn't see through the cultivation of that great witch.

The Great Witch was meditating on his knees, and he suddenly opened his eyes and glared at Bai Yan.

Bai Yan was so frightened that he immediately shrank and almost withdrew from the ninth painting.

"There are people who travel through time and space, although it is only a wisp of consciousness, but it is also time and space travel, which has violated the rules of that world. Da Wu smiled coldly at Bai Yan, and he casually slapped it towards the place where Bai Yan was.

Rumble!

Bai Yan felt a huge force coming, he didn't have time to react, and the wisp of consciousness that entered the ninth painting immediately collapsed, he opened his eyes and found himself standing on the altar, and the forty-eight paintings were still in front of him.

Bai Yan tried to enter the tenth painting with consciousness, but found that consciousness could no longer enter, so he sighed, knowing that he could only inherit the inheritance of so many great witches, and he was slightly disappointed in his heart.

"I already have part of the inheritance of the Great Witch, and I should be content. Bai Yan smiled self-deprecatingly, he raised his eyes, and his face changed greatly.

There is a blood-colored coffin on the altar, the coffin is very old, and it is engraved with mysterious and difficult witch talismans, witch scripts.

When Bai Yan swept up the altar, he only saw a coffin, and he didn't see the bones at all, but now when he looked, there were two pairs of bones around the coffin, he turned to look at Ouyang Liufeng, Li Shuijing, and Ou Zihao under the altar, and said with a wry smile: "Could it be that the two skeletons next to the coffin are the bones of Yuan Hua and Zhang Hong." ”

Ouyang Liufeng, Ou Zihao, and Li Shuijing nodded bitterly, and their eyes were full of pity when they looked at the two skeletons.