When Lan Luo saw that he agreed, he immediately made the inner demon oath in front of him.
Then he cast a spell on others to erase their memories.
Fang Ling was not at ease, and after careful verification, he was sure that they had indeed forgotten everything that had just happened.
The team followed this spacious road and soon arrived in front of the main hall.
The inheritance of the ancient witch clan lies in this ancient and magnificent hall.
"This time everyone in our tribe can enter the Witch Temple and have the opportunity to learn new witch spells."
"Fang Ling, on behalf of the Lan tribe, thank you." Lan Luo looked at Fang Ling and said.
Fang Ling said calmly: "It's just a transaction, and I got my due reward."
Lan Luo smiled slightly, then took a step forward and entered the main hall.
After entering, everyone separated, and there was no one around Fang Ling at this moment.
The environment he was in was not a magnificent hall, but a stone room with dim candlelight.
At this moment, an illusory figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
This illusory figure is not a soul, but an image projected by the shadow stone.
The image displayed is that of a hunchbacked old man holding a staff.
Fang Ling could tell from his clothing that the Miao tribe today also inherited this style.
This witch temple is indeed the holy land of Miao territory, and everything in Miao territory originates from this.
"Welcome to the Witch Temple!" the hunchbacked old man said with a kind face.
"This witch temple is left by the last generation of witch gods, and it contains the entire inheritance of our witch clan."
"If you can get part of the inheritance, please continue it. Don't let the witchcraft be cut off."
"As for how much inheritance you can get, it depends on your own opportunities and abilities..."
He raised his staff and pointed it toward Fang Ling.
In an instant, a witchcraft cultivation method appeared in his mind.
"As long as you practice this spell in three days, you can go to the next level and learn more powerful spells."
"If you can't practice it within three days, then unfortunately, you have no fate with the Witch Clan."
"When you leave, all information about this curse will be erased from your mind."
"This hourglass is a timer. When the last grain of sand passes, it will be three full days!"
A huge hourglass appeared out of thin air on the table, and colored sand flowed downwards at a constant speed.
Fang Ling crossed his legs, suspended in mid-air, and closed his eyes.
At this time, he focused all his attention on the witchcraft.
This witchcraft is called the Soul-killing Curse, and it is a purely offensive witchcraft, used to attack other people's souls.
After careful study, he finally had some understanding of the witchcraft.
Practicing witchcraft is actually difficult to say and easy to say.
Just rub the witchcraft spell on your soul.
When casting a spell, a large amount of soul power will be consumed.
Therefore, although the witchcraft is very powerful, it is difficult to fight against people for a long time.
If you just use a few tricks at random, you will easily be unable to hold on.
He started trying to make rubbings, but he still couldn't get the point.
However, he was not anxious at all. To him, witchcraft was just a dispensable thing.
Success or not, he didn't care in his heart.
With a peaceful mind, he methodically tried and realized...
Time flies so fast, and the hourglass is about to flow to the bottom.
At this moment, Fang Ling successfully rubbed the last rune on the soul, forming the entire witchcraft!
After he succeeded, the phantom appeared again.
"Congratulations on mastering this witchcraft spell."
"No matter whether you can learn the next witchcraft or not, you can take this soul-killing curse with you completely!"
"Next, I will teach you a more profound witchcraft, and you will have a month!"
After the hunchbacked old man said this, another hourglass with a slower flow rate appeared on the table.
At the same time, new witchcraft spells have also been transmitted to Fang Ling's mind.
This witchcraft spell is called the Immobilization Curse. If you are hit by the spell, you will be unable to move and will be fixed in place.
As for how long it can be immobilized, it depends on how much soul power was used when casting the spell, as well as the strength of the person who cast the spell.
The strength of a witchcraft is actually easy to judge.
The more runes that need to be rubbed, the more complex the runes are, and the higher the intensity of the corresponding witchcraft.
The amount of runes in this immobilizing curse at this moment is ten times that of the soul-killing curse just now!
But the complexity is ten times more than simply measurable.
With only one month left, he felt it was too much.
He concentrated hard and built it bit by bit.
Although the runes of the Immobilization Curse were complicated, after he mastered the rules, the rubbing speed was obviously much faster than the previous rubbing of the Soul-Destroying Curse.
At the last quarter of an hour, he successfully completed the rubbing of this witchcraft.
"Congratulations on mastering this witchcraft spell."
"But unfortunately, you will be teleported out of the Witch Temple immediately."
The hunchbacked old man appeared again, but said something that shocked Fang Ling.
After winning two witchcraft spells one after another, he was in high spirits and wanted to learn a few more powerful witchcraft spells, but suddenly...
"Why?" Fang Ling asked.
The hunchbacked old man showed a smile of relief and replied: "Because someone has already received the inheritance of the Witch God."
"So the Witch Temple is about to close, and only she can continue to stay in the Witch Temple."
Fang Ling suddenly thought of Lan Luo and suspected it was her.
Although her realm was not high, she always gave him a very strange feeling.
And there must be a reason why Lan Yan tried every means to send her safely to the Witch Temple.
Otherwise, he would not take such a big risk and send his daughter who is only at the Tianji realm.
The next moment, a great force enveloped Fang Ling.
By the time he came to his senses, he had already returned outside the Shaman Temple.
After he and eighteen other people were teleported out, the Witch Temple suddenly disappeared, seemingly disappearing into the endless void.
"Okay! Luo'er is indeed qualified to accept the inheritance of the Witch God!" Lan Yan was very excited when she saw this.
She has high hopes for Lan Luo.
Although Lan Luo is not outstanding in spiritual practice, he is not showy.
But his understanding of witchcraft is unparalleled.
At a young age, she has already learned all the witchcraft of the Lan tribe.
In fact, before Fang Ling arrived, she had already prepared backup plans to ensure that Lan Luo would be sent in.
At this moment, among the young people of the Lan tribe, there is a clone of her.
"Strange, why is the memory blank?"
"What Luo Er did? Why did she want to erase everyone's memories?"
"Or is this the work of the Witch God's Temple?" Lan Yan was quite puzzled by the situation of this clone.
But she was completely immersed in this happy event and didn't bother to delve into it. It didn't matter anyway.
On the other side, Chuan Ning, the priest of the Chuan tribe, had a murderous look in his eyes.
No one from the Sichuan tribe came out, so they must have been completely wiped out.
What made him even more uncomfortable was that the people of the Lan tribe actually received the inheritance of the witch god!
From now on, the Chuan tribe will always be trampled under the feet of the Lan tribe.
"Mo Yuan is known as the genius, but that's nothing more than that."
"The Tiandao Sect mistook me, mistook me!"
"Otherwise, with the understanding of this kid like Trump, he can learn three to five witchcrafts at a minimum."
"We will not let the little girl from the Lan tribe get the inheritance of the witch god!"
He suppressed the murderous intention in his heart, immediately jumped on the back of the green scale beast, and quickly disappeared.
Lan Yan looked towards the direction where Chuan Ning disappeared, knowing that there would be a fierce battle next, and the Chuan tribe would not let it go.
"Let's go back first." She looked back and murmured.
I don't know how many years it will take for Lan Luo to accept the inheritance. Until then, she can only wait silently.