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Chapter 8 The Inheritance of Witchcraft

"A hundred years of hard work, wasted in vain, alas!"

Grandmaster Lingzhen looked at the corpse of the child who had amused him just now. There was no sympathy in his eyes, only disappointment. He spent so much natural resources, manpower and material resources, but in the end he did not get the rewards he deserved.

He was filled with disappointment and no longer interested in staying. With a wave of his sleeves, his whole person turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

"Clean it up!"

"Master has moved to the cave, and all you masters can retreat!"

The purple-clothed woman dropped these words, turned and left, and walked into the back of the hall. The remaining immortal masters did not stay, and left with their spiritual light. Only the immortal Tieling and his four disciples were left in the hall.

"These guys all use me as a handyman... I'm just flawless. I'm the only direct disciple of the founder... Who do you think you are?"

Tieling Zhenren had a dissatisfied look on his face and murmured complaints. Then he waved his sleeves and harnessed his spiritual light to leave. However, before leaving, he ordered his disciples to clean up the corpses in the palace and throw them away to the back mountain.

"Oh, this is fate!"

Unlike the other three disciples who were dragging the body of the boy who was testing the medicine like a dead dog, Ding Qianqiu didn't mind the dead body of Wang Hao, which was covered in blood, and carried it on his back before leaving the hall.

Blessing the Immortal Sect Technique. Although Ding Qianqiu moved forward with a heavy load, he moved very fast. While running, he muttered to himself.

"Wang Hao, no, you are older than me, I should call you Brother Hao!"

"I thought it was a great opportunity, but who knew it would turn out like this... If I had known this, you should have stayed in Black Rock City, married a wife, had children, and lived out your life!"

"When you enter the Qi Jue Sect, your destiny will no longer be controlled by you... I have no choice but to help you, but I am just a new qi training disciple, so I can't speak!"

Ding Qianqiu was a little sad. He went all the way to the back mountain. When his fellow disciples randomly threw the bodies of three other drug-testing boys in a col, he started to dig a hole. He didn't want his eldest brother's body to be exposed in the wilderness and buried in the ground.

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However, Ding Qianqiu never expected that his best friend was not dead. At the critical moment of life and death, a mysterious force suddenly burst out from Wang Hao's body, wrapping his soul and entering the world of mountains and seas.

"...The shaman uses his body as a cauldron to swallow all spirits and create supreme supernatural powers!"

A low human voice sounded in his ears, accompanied by a huge roar, which continued continuously. Wang Hao, who was in a state of trance, did not feel the pain from his body and was conscious. He looked at his situation with shock on his face, floating in the air, and below him was his own

There is an acre of land, and a stone tablet hangs high above the head. It is the ancient tablet that originally existed next to the spring, with the word "mountain and sea" inscribed on it.

Looking into the distance, he is surrounded by the endless sea. The land beneath him belongs to an island larger than Black Rock City. There is a dense forest in the center of the island, and his own one acre of land is located exactly in the middle of the forest.

He saw the red-haired little fox, looking at him with surprise. He saw the little bear, Big Bear, who was trying to beg the little fox for spring water, but was suddenly knocked away by the barrier. He felt that the earth was shaking.

Vibrated, the barrier quickly expanded to all sides. He saw various monsters living in the forest fleeing as if frightened.

The clearest feeling is that the mountain and sea monument hanging above my head seems to be integrated into my own soul, and they are inseparable from each other.

It was a wonderful feeling of flesh and blood connected and souls connected. At the same time, a huge message was transmitted.

When Wang Hao received this message, his face showed incredible ecstasy. He had a method of cultivation, which came from the Mountain and Sea Monument. To be precise, the former masters of the Mountain and Sea World were a group of mysterious beings who called themselves ancient witches. He also knew it clearly.

The origin of the Mountain and Sea Monument is a heaven-reaching artifact that the powerful ancient witches spent hundreds of millions of years refining.

Whoever can make the Mountain and Sea Monument recognize its owner can own the entire world of mountains and seas, and the hundreds of millions of creatures that live and thrive within it will all be their master. No one dares to disobey an order issued!

Previously, the Mountain and Sea Monument was in a dormant state. Although it existed in Wang Hao's body, it did not recognize its owner. Therefore, Wang Hao could only borrow a little power to freely enter and exit the mountain and sea realm, and owned a piece of land the size of an acre.

But now, the Mountain and Sea Monument awakens and recognizes its master, its power explodes, and the barrier expands outwards. Wherever it passes, the monsters and creatures are suppressed, lying on the ground and trembling. As the master of the world, Wang Hao is a mortal.

, but here, like a god, he can easily suppress any monster and control their lives.

boom!

The barrier expanded to the entire island and came to an abrupt end. The mountain and sea monument hanging above Wang Hao's head turned into a stream of light and merged into his soul, disappearing.

Wang Hao floated down and landed beside the hut. The surprise on his face disappeared and he fell into deep thought.

Whoosh!

The red-haired little fox was the first to come over, lay down at Wang Hao's feet, and let out a friendly cry. Bear Big Bear Er also came over, unlike before when he was unhappy and howling in mourning, and all the good-looking grandchildren stood beside him.

Their emotions include excitement, fear, awe, etc. They are all perceived by Wang Hao.

But what Wang Hao is thinking about now is not the world of mountains and seas, nor the ancient witch inheritance he just accepted, nor the more than ten thousand monsters on the island. He is thinking about one thing, should he return to the outside world?

Now that he is in a divine soul state, even if he recognizes the owner of the Mountain and Sea Monument, obtains the ancient shaman's inherited method, and controls the entire island, he still cannot practice without a physical body.

The way of witchcraft uses the human body as a cauldron to swallow all spirits and create supreme supernatural powers!

You don’t have a physical body, but you still practice cultivation!

Therefore, you must go out.

Having made up his mind, Wang Hao no longer hesitated and ordered the three guys around him to keep an eye on the door. Then he concentrated his thoughts and his soul disappeared in an instant and returned to his physical body.

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"Originally, I was thinking that if you succeed in trying the elixir and possess the spiritual root, we two brothers can fight side by side like our ancestors did. How happy it would be!"

"You, you, your life is still miserable!"

"Speaking of which, it's the ancestor's fault. He also took out the half-finished elixir for trial use. It's really harmful to people!"

The hole has been dug. Ding Qianqiu is also stupid and bold. He looked around and saw no one around. He complained in a low voice to Patriarch Lingzhen and defended his eldest brother Shijiao. If he was discovered, he, a young disciple, would be taken away directly.

In the Palace of Punishment, even if you don't die, you have to peel off layers of skin.

After talking a lot, Ding Qianqiu picked up Wang Hao's blood-stained body, put it into the pit, and used his hands to perform the magic spell, preparing to bury it.

At this moment, the 'corpse' actually moved. Ding Qianqiu thought he was dazzled and didn't notice, so he immediately fired a magic spell, and a ray of green light fell into the side of the pit, and then thick vines broke out of the ground, and under his blessing

Go down, sweep the soil and fill it into the pit.

"Help, save me!"

At this time, Wang Hao had already returned to his body and realized that Ding Qianqiu was burying himself. He was unconscious, but his body was seriously injured. He felt severe pain all over his body as soon as he possessed it, which was unbearable. But he had to use all his strength to call for help.

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This family friend definitely has good intentions, but the key point is that he is not dead yet, and his soul has just possessed him. If he is buried alive, it will be really miserable!

This time Ding Qianqiu heard the cry for help and hurriedly stopped casting spells. He jumped into the pit and cleaned the dirt on Wang Hao's face with his hands.

"Wang Hao, you're not dead yet!"

Ding Qianqiu was overjoyed when he saw his family friend blinking at him. After dragging him out of the pit, he took out a jade slip from his arms and threw it into the air.

The jade slips exploded in the air like fireworks, making a huge noise and revealing a pattern of seven peaks.

Signal for help. Soon, cultivators from all directions arrived.

Ding Qianqiu's master, a native of Tieling Town, was the first to arrive. After asking about the situation, the man showed ecstasy, took out a pill and stuffed it into Wang Hao's mouth, then took out the spirit boat, took Wang Hao and the two of them, and flew away.
Chapter completed!
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