Family cultivation of immortality: from Fairy Cat Valley to the Nine Divine Realms

"Is the effect so obvious?"

Henry Zhang was the third to perform witchcraft enlightenment.

The moment the witch patterns were fixed on his back, he suddenly felt that he was connected to a great world in the dark.

This great world transmits a steady stream of energy to him through the witch patterns.

This wonderful feeling cannot be expressed in words.

Although he was at the third level of body refining, this witch pattern still enhanced his physical strength by 10%.

"Is that great realm the Xuanming realm?"

Henry Zhang once heard from the second clan leader that the practice of ancestral witches is not to introduce Qi into the body, but to cultivate witch patterns and use the sacrifice of souls to obtain the divine power from the mysterious world.

Now it seems that the legend is probably true.

Everyone followed this to perform witchcraft enlightenment.

The strength has improved a lot.

Although most of the members of the dung-picking team are in the early stages of Qi refining.

However, after dancing to the other side and opening up the witch pattern, each one's combat power is now comparable to that of the middle stage of Qi refining.

After everyone underwent witchcraft enlightenment, there were still more than sixty merit seeds left.

Henry Zhang put them all away.

"Now go to the Ancestral Witch Temple."

Zhang Xuan's consciousness moved, and the bloodthirsty bat came out of the imperial dharma picture.

Everyone jumped on the bloodthirsty bat.

The bloodthirsty bat flew all the way and soon arrived at the Ancestral Witch Temple.

The Ancestral Witch Temple is a hundred feet high.

Although it is not as good as the five major temples, it still looks majestic and majestic.

The airtight prohibition of the Ancestral Witch Temple is much stronger than the prohibition of the city.

"Now that we have the cultivation level of a witch slave, can we really go in?" Henry Zhang said noncommittally.

"You'll know after you try it." The old oil man said and was the first to step in.

"Whoosh-"

The layers of prohibitions were automatically opened without any obstruction.

"Success."

Everyone rushed in with joy on their faces.

Passing through the forbidden area, we arrived at the outskirts of Wuzu Temple.

I saw that the Wuzu Temple in front of me was completely preserved.

There are dozens of side houses on the periphery.

"Let's look for these houses first." Henry Zhang said and stepped forward.

When approaching these side houses, Henry Zhang discovered that there were many skeletons of witch slaves around the houses.

Countless years have passed, and these skeletons have dehydrated and turned into mummies.

"It's strange." Henry Zhang looked at these mummies with doubts.

"What's wrong?" the old oil man asked.

"There was no struggle or twisting on these bodies before death, and the bodies were all well preserved."

"There can only be one situation where these people are killed instantly by the most powerful person."

"How high is your cultivation level that can kill so many witch slaves instantly?"

The clothes and storage bags of these witch slaves have been broken, but the first-order witchcraft is still preserved.

Henry Zhang didn’t even care about these things.

He led everyone into the first side room first.

There is only one skeleton in this side room.

The old oil man looked at the skeleton and said, "This skeleton is a shaman's cultivation."

"It seems that outside the Temple of the Witch Ancestor, only the witch disciples have their own houses, while the witch slaves can only live outside, and there is not even a house to rest."

"These witch slaves may not be qualified to live in the Wuzu Temple on a daily basis. There may be terrifying entities attacking Wushan. A large number of witch slaves will flock to the outskirts of the Wuzu Temple to seek shelter." The old oil man took a sip of Laosanshao and said.

"Well, this witch disciple is equivalent to the cultivation of a foundation-building monk. There should be some good things in these houses. Let's separate and search these houses." Henry Zhang said.

"Yes."

The members of the dung-picking team spread out and searched these side rooms.

Henry Zhang stayed in the first side room to search.

He first explored the remains of the witch in front of him.

Like the witch slaves outside, the remains of this witch disciple were also turned into mummies.

He was sitting cross-legged, as if he was killed instantly while practicing meditation.

He walked around the remains of the shaman.

No storage bags, no witchcraft.

He rummaged through the entire room again, and found nothing except the tables and chairs, which were first-level spiritual materials.

"This is equivalent to the witch disciple of the foundation-building ancestor. It's too shabby." Henry Zhang sighed.

Others also walked out of the side room with their heads hanging down.

"What's wrong?" Henry Zhang asked.

"The room is empty, there is nothing." Zhang Dawu said.

"These witch disciples are too cunning. They probably all entered the inner hall of the Ancestral Witch Temple to save their lives and took away everything." The old oil man said with a frustrated look.

"All the witch disciples have entered the inner hall? But why does this witch disciple stay here to wait for death?" Henry Zhang was very puzzled by this witch disciple.

The witch slaves do not have the authority to enter the inner temple, but the witch disciples do.

This witch disciple can enter the inner temple to save his life like other witch disciples, so why doesn't he leave?

"There must be something wrong."

Henry Zhang entered the side room again.

The remains of the witch disciple in front of him are pointing to the sky with the middle finger of his right hand and making calculations with his left hand.

He carefully moved the remains of the witch disciple aside and saw a dark futon.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the futon has become dilapidated. It is obviously not a spiritual treasure.

"How can an ordinary futon be preserved for tens of thousands of years?"

Henry Zhang was puzzled.

He circled around the futon and sat directly on the futon.

Mimicking the body movements of the witch's remains.

The left hand makes a counting gesture, and the middle finger of the right hand points to the sky.

Suddenly, something stirred in the futon.

Henry Zhang wanted to leave, but his body could not move at all.

"It's over... I've called you..."

Henry Zhang felt extremely miserable.

At this moment, the witch marks on his back began to swim.

An even more vast witchcraft force poured into his body from the futon.

After the witch pattern absorbed this witch power, it grew rapidly.

The remains of the witch disciple in front of him were also trembling.

Suddenly, a living soul jumped out from the remains of the witch disciple and entered directly into the witch marks on his back.

"Could it be... that his body was taken away from him?" Henry Zhang felt miserable in his heart.

A living soul comparable to a foundation-building ancestor has laid the foundation for tens of thousands of years, just waiting for him to fall into his trap.

The witch pattern emits an even more brilliant light.

He felt that all the spiritual power and blood energy in his body were absorbed by the witch pattern.

"If this continues, I will turn into a mummy before my body is successfully snatched away."

He wanted to shout loudly, but he couldn't shout a word in his throat.

Seeing that Henry Zhang didn't come out, the old oil man entered the house.

Saw Henry sitting on a black futon unable to move.

At this time, Henry Zhang's energy and blood were almost exhausted, and his whole body was reduced to skin and bones, with only one breath left.

"No, I've been tricked by a witch disciple." The old oily man was shocked.

He took out Henry Zhang's storage bag and rummaged through it to find more than sixty merit seeds.

For a witch slave, merit seeds are a great tonic.

The effect is not weaker than that of the golden elixir for Qi refining monks.

"I can't control that much now."

The old oily man directly stuffed all 60 merit seeds into Henry Zhang's mouth.

The seeds of merit melted away one by one and turned into vast witchcraft power.

The witchcraft patterns on Henry Zhang's back were like a fish in water, constantly swallowing up the witchcraft power.

His aura continued to rise.

First level witch slave.

Second level witch slave.

……

He has been promoted to the ninth level of witch slave.

The witch pattern is still impacting.

"boom--"

Henry Zhang suddenly disappeared.