C77 Mysterious Witch Inheritance (1/2)

Old Witch King walked to the side of the fake mountain and twisted a rock. The fake mountain split open to reveal a door, and a flight of stone steps led to the ground.

The four sides of the tunnel were carved with ancient runes.

The old Witch King replied gravely, ”I won't go down. When I reach the door, I will place a drop of blood in the place where the key is placed. The door will naturally open.”

”Thank you, Grandfather!” I'm going down. ”

Xue Zhantian walked into the passage. After about a hundred metres, the fake mountain automatically closed.

The passage was dark, the Martial Spirit Lotus Flower bloomed, and the surroundings could be seen clearly.

Going down the stairs, about 300 meters, he saw a door in front of him.

As expected, there was a hole for the key. Xue Zhantian bit his finger and placed it inside the hole.

The stone door rumbled as it slowly opened.

It was dark inside, the walls were inlaid with Night Pearls, and he could barely make out the scenery inside clearly.

The basement was ten meters square, and at the end of it was a statue. It was the statue of the ancestor of the Witch Clan.

A book was placed on top of the divine altar.

Xue Zhantian walked in and saw that the walls were filled with ancient runes. Xue Zhantian recognized all of these runes and he could understand the contents written on them.

Xue Zhantian reached out and picked up the simple and unadorned yellow book. When he picked it up, he realized that it was not a book, but rather a few pages made of unknown animal skin.

There were a total of seven of them, and each one was recorded with a rune.

Xue Zhantian looked at it a few times, and revealed a puzzled expression. Every picture was of a Magus, the sword stabbed out with a picture, and every picture was exactly the same.

”So these are the seven body forging moves of the Witch Clan?”

Xue Zhantian looked at the pictures, but they were all the same. Don't learn, just look at it and remember.

In ancient times, the Witch Clan had a sword witch who trained in seven moves of Body Tempering to become a powerful warrior, but as they practiced martial arts, they were ostracized by the Witch Clan.

In a fit of anger, the sword witch left behind seven moves of Body Tempering to leave the Witch clan.

Due to this sword witch leaving the Witch Clan and having his name shaken up the Martial Cultivation Planet, these pictures were saved. For almost a thousand years, the Witch Clan had been trying to comprehend these pictures, but they still couldn't find out anything.

The wound on Xue Zhantian's finger had healed, but there was still some blood left on the first picture.

Xue Zhantian looked carefully, but he did not find anything different.

The blood was sucked into the first picture, and there was a sudden suction force.

Xue Zhantian's face changed drastically as he felt dizzy, his mental energy seemed to have been completely drained.

The Sword Qi in Xiao Shi's hand condensed into a virtual sword image and was absorbed into the painting.

”Haha!” ”Finally, my descendants have managed to condense sword intent, and it's even a perfect sword intent.”

”Who's talking?” Xue Zhantian was shocked. Looking at his surroundings, the Martial Spirit Lotus Flower was quickly blooming. It enveloped the entire basement, but there was no sign of movement.

”Back then, I left the Witch clan in a fit of anger, and said that I saw the method to use the inheritance clearly. Unfortunately, no one bothered with it, and the fact that you managed to activate my message means that we are fated to meet. As long as sword intent was infused, one could see the changes in the picture. Sound is saved by a sort of phonetic sorcery. ”

Xue Zhantian was extremely shocked!

This was the first time he had seen a spell. Even after so long, the technique of Soundsaver still existed. It was rather inconceivable.

As long as the blood dripped onto it, it would activate the sound saving spell, and this spell would not disappear.

The sword intent automatically flowed into the picture, and the Magus on it moved, beginning to demonstrate his first move.