City Primordial Witch King

Chapter 105
"But, it's not a living thing at all?" Wei Xiao asked puzzled.

"Who told you that all the beasts in Zhenshan can only be living things?" Hou Qing didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

"Uh……"

Wei Xiao was speechless, and couldn't help sighing in his heart: he was really deceived by the literal meaning of the words "Zhenshan Hundred Beasts"!He finally knew that not only were some of the Zhenshan Beasts not beasts, but some were not living creatures!
"Okay! Even if its identity is fine, how can we make it a new generation of mountain-suppressing beast?"

"My lord, do you know about the fact that Zu Wuqin sealed off all the beasts in the mountains?" Hou Qing didn't answer him directly, but instead asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

"Zu Wu chose a hundred beasts to divide the mountains and rivers of the world, determine the luck, and protect the hundreds of clans." Wei Xiao repeated the record in the "Witch Code" about Zu Wuqin's sealing of the mountains and beasts, and then asked: "What do you ask? What are you doing?"

"It's not this... I'm asking you if you know the method used by Zu Wuqin back then!"

"Ah?!...Could it be?" Wei Xiao suddenly thought of something, and was instantly stunned.

"That's right, I want you to come here—as the ancestor!" Hou Qing's tone was very affirmative, as if he had long believed that he could do it.

Wei Xiao heard what he said, looked at Hou Qing, then at the white girl, lowered his head and whispered: "But... can I do it?"

"Say it again!" Hou Qing's voice suddenly became severe, as if a strict teacher was teaching an unconfident student.

"Can I do it?" Wei Xiao asked again, looking up at the paper crane transformed into Houqing.

This question is not only asking Houqing, but also asking himself.

"Say it again!" Hou Qing suddenly shouted in his mind, like Huang Zhong Dalu, enlightened.

"Can I really do it?"

With this sound, Wei Xiao was asking himself if he could really do what Houqing said-bequeathed by the ancestors!
"Say it again!" Hou Qing's voice became more and more majestic, like an angry old gentleman.

"Of course I can do it!"

Wei Xiao suddenly raised his head, and suddenly roared out, with a domineering tone in his tone.

After saying these words, his whole body's momentum rose in vain, as if the ancestral witch had come in person, with a sense of looking down at the world.

As the only witch in the world, who else can do this "appointment of the ancestors" besides him?
Besides him, who else has the power of a witch cultivator?
It is certain, necessary, and unquestionable that he must personally do the matter of enshrining on behalf of the ancestors!

After figuring this out, Wei Xiao naturally understood what Hou Qing said, and at the same time, he yelled out the words "who can give it to me" in a logical manner.

The paper crane in the form of Hou Qing immediately cheered when he heard his roar, flapping its wings happily, and gliding around Wei Xiao non-stop.

After Wei Xiao figured this out, he no longer hesitated, and directly took out the "Zhenshan Stone" from his backpack. At this time, the Zhenshan Stone returned to its previous appearance, full of radiance and dazzling, People can't help but praise.

"Flying Zombie Descendant——Wei Hewei Tingfeng!" Wei Xiao held the Zhenshan Stone in one hand, with a solemn face, and yelled loudly.

Over there, Bai ***, who had already jumped up, heard Wei Xiao's orders and knelt down directly on the ground, waiting motionless.

Wei Xiao saw that Mao Zong had already prostrated himself on the ground, and after waiting for a while, he threw the mountain rock in his hand into the air.

Zhenshan Stone flew above Mao Zong Wei Hewei's head, and suddenly it shone brilliantly. A stream of seven-colored dense air radiated from Zhenshan Stone, covering Mao Zong completely in an instant.

Then he came out with the tortoise treasure in his left hand, bit the index finger of his right hand, and using the finger as a pen and blood as ink, he drew many traces on the tortoise treasure.

Every stroke, he draws very carefully.Every stroke was extraordinarily difficult.

His hands were trembling, the blood on his fingers kept gushing out, and his fingers became paler and weaker.

The word "Ling" in Wuwen requires a full hundred strokes!Each stroke represents the existence of a Zhenshan Beast.

If you want to seal the new Zhenshan Beast, you must write the word "Ling" completely and accurately, which represents respect for them!

The "Ling" character witch talisman is not something that Wei Xiao can learn at all!
It is even more advanced than all the witch talismans used by Wei Xiao, and it can only be used reluctantly when it reaches the green witch realm.It can be used smoothly only after reaching the Strong Witch Realm and being able to serve as the pillar of a tribe.

It represents orders!

At this time, if Wei Xiao wants to replace his ancestor, he must use this witch script.

So at this time, it was extremely difficult for him to write. Even though he could automatically evolve this witch talisman with the turtle treasure in his hand, he had to write the strokes first.

If he couldn't even complete the strokes of the "Ling" character, even with the help of Gui Bao, there was nothing he could do.

10 minutes passed, Wei Xiao was sweating profusely, his whole body was sore and weak, and the strokes of the witch character "Ling" had just come to a close!
The witch talisman is only half done!
But he couldn't bear it any longer...

Pen!With a trembling index finger, he drew heavily on the turtle treasure...

After finishing writing, Wei Xiao suddenly gasped violently.

Since practicing witchcraft, he has also taken a concentrated version of body wash, his physical fitness has been enhanced many times, and he has never had any wheezing or anything.

However, at this time, he experienced the feeling of being exhausted, the body had to increase the breathing rate, and rely on increasing the amount of oxygen absorbed to burn more sugar and replenish energy.

After fifty strokes, each stroke of the witchcraft became more and more difficult, and each stroke required more blood and witchcraft power. It could be said that the difficulty was increasing exponentially!
Wei Xiao looked as if he had just been fished out of the water. His whole body was already drenched. Bean-sized drops of sweat kept hitting the tortoise treasure, splashing a splash of water, and then "chucked" again. With a sound, it disappeared instantly.

He had already fallen to the ground, leaning against a pine tree with his back, sitting cross-legged with his legs clenched, his face full of stubbornness.

He has been holding on!

No.70 Wubi... Wei Xiao silently counted the strokes in his hand. Every time he finished writing a stroke, his heart became heavier, because it also meant that the next stroke would be more difficult.

……

No.90 pens!

Wei Xiao coughed suddenly.

With this cough, his throat seemed to be unable to restrain it anymore, and he suddenly coughed violently again, unable to stop at all!
It's getting harder to breathe...

This also means that energy replenishment is becoming more and more difficult!
Wei Xiao felt as if his body didn't exist anymore, his whole body had lost consciousness, no matter how he commanded in his mind, there was no movement.The only thing that is still conscious is the hand that is still writing strokes.

His consciousness has begun to blur, he only remembers that this is already No.90 Wubi...

No.90 Eight...No.90 Nine...1!
(End of this chapter)