Cultivation Technique of the Great Witch

On the first day Zou Heng came to the deserted city, he spent an unforgettable night on the streets of the city. The next morning, when the noise woke him up, he was still on both sides of the street last night. Warlock, basically there are few people left.

Walking out of the house he made out of paper, Zou Heng looked at the left and right. Except for those warlocks who were able to make a shelter for himself, the other warlocks were basically gone.

Although they are all poor warlocks, they are all free and easy people. The excitement of last night has disappeared with the passing of the night. After dawn, we will go to each other and meet in the future. Can each other remember each other? It's two things.

A smile appeared at the corner of Zou Heng's mouth. He turned around and pinched a magic trick in his hand. He put the house he made out of paper back in again, and then moved left and right to stretch his muscles and bones a little.

In the process, in a shelter woven by cane beside him, the warlock who was a neighbor with him last night got out of it, stretched out, and whispered a little tiredly.

"This morning, noisy people can't sleep at all, so they have to sleep in another place!"

Yesterday’s excitement lasted for a long time, so when everyone was asleep, it was almost dawn, and basically there was no rest.

Zou Heng is okay. Now his physical fitness is getting stronger and stronger. Not sleeping all night will not affect him much. After a little rest, he feels energetic, but ordinary warlocks, they are not like this, good. Rest and sleep are very important to them.

The warlock who got out of the shelter woven from the rattan, after muttering to himself, it seemed that he saw Zou Heng standing in front of him, so he nodded and said hello, but he was not as enthusiastic as last night. Zou Heng also nodded in return.

The two woke up, and the other warlocks here happened to wake up one by one. They walked out of the shelter they built, and after nodding their heads to each other, they swiftly put away their own things. Ready to leave.

At this time, Zou Heng saw that the painted door appeared on the wall that everyone let out yesterday. The old man who was drunk yesterday pushed open the painted door and walked out of it. When he came out, he was still full of alcohol, but his expression had become sober.

Seeing many people around him, the old man turned his gaze to him without paying attention. He took the wine gourd at his waist and shook it, opened it, raised his head and put it on his mouth, only to pour out the wine gourd. Two or three drops fell into his mouth.

The old man swallowed these two or three drops of wine, then slapped his lips, and said to himself: "There is no wine anymore, I still have to drink some wine, by the way, I will go for two more drinks!"

After speaking, he turned around and left, leaving only the door drawn on the wall, slowly disappearing.

Zou Heng saw that the old man was gone, and now he opened his legs and left this street. Anyway, he stopped here temporarily for a night. The warlocks were almost gone, and there was nothing to miss in this street. Now, the memory of last night can be kept firmly in my heart, because it is really a rare experience.

I bought some breakfast on another street in Fuhuang City. Zou Heng ate a full meal first, and then walked out of the city.

He was here to join in the fun this time. He just entered the city yesterday and wanted to visit the valley today. Originally, he wanted to inquire about the news, but last night the warlocks basically took all the news he wanted to know and were able to inquire about. Having said that, it also saves him some effort, just go straight to it.

After leaving the city gate, Zou Heng realized that he probably didn't need to ask for any news in advance. As long as he walked with other people, his position would basically be correct.

There may be a valley where new spirits may be born. The warlocks who come here will go to explore almost every day. They are very confident of their own strength or luck. They even stay there at night, but are more cautious or weak. In the evening, you will return to Fuhuang City.

Following some people at a distance, Zou Heng walked for more than half an hour after leaving the city before reaching his destination this time, the valley where a new spirit was suspected to be born.

A long distance away, you can see that place is wrapped in a thick fog, you can't see what it is inside, only a piece of fog.

Around the fog, many warlocks stood there and looked at them. Many people were holding various talismans in their hands, casting spells against the fog, as if they wanted to break the fog or study it. Come out of it.

On the other side, some warlocks and even ordinary people were sitting on the side of the road at a distance, and they actually set up a stall here, selling some food or other things, it seemed that they were ready to take the opportunity to do some business.

Zou Heng took a look at it and found that the types of things sold here were quite rich. He even saw a page of gold paper placed on a booth with warlocks, pressed by him with things, and there might be records on it. Sorcery.

Originally, I was only planning to take a look at the valley covered by mist. I didn't expect that after I came, I saw such an interesting and harmonious scene. Zou Heng was slightly surprised.

After being surprised, Zou Heng walked past the stalls with great interest, during which he stopped to talk to the stall owners.

After two conversations, Zou Heng figured out the real intention of these people to set up a stall here.

First of all, they just came here to join in the fun, without hope in their hearts, they could get the favor of the newly born spirit, just want to witness the birth of a new spirit here, and setting up a stall here is also a boring pastime.

In addition, in the hands of many warlocks, more or less by chance, they will accumulate some good things. Some things cannot be used by themselves. If they can sell them by taking advantage of this opportunity, or exchange them for others. What you need is a good thing.

And some of the things in their hands, they may not know what they are. They also want to take advantage of the opportunity of gathering so many warlocks this time to set up a stall here to see if anyone can recognize something they don’t recognize. s things.

Some of them might have other purposes, and Zou Heng couldn't list them all.

He was somewhat interested in that piece of gold paper that was suspected of recording magic techniques, but to ask about the price, the stall owner asked for a magic weapon in exchange, and Zou Heng had nothing to do.

After bypassing these stalls, Zou Heng finally came to that layer of fog. Looking at the people around who were studying this layer of fog, Zou Heng also became interested in it.

Seeing the people around you touching the mist with their hands, there is nothing wrong with Zou Heng's hands.

Putting his hand into the area covered by the mist, Zou Heng immediately felt a hint of coolness, but there was no feeling of coldness, as if he had encountered water mist in the mountains in the morning.

Zou Heng tried to transport his mana into the palm of his hand, and touched the mist with his force, but he didn't feel anything wrong. Then, Zou Xuan took a breath into the mist-shrouded area in front of him, and the mist in front of him was normal. Rolling, did not say that he could not blow in one breath, but no matter how he rolled, the fog was always in that range.

After thinking for a while, Zou Heng was about to try again, so he pinched a few tactics in his hand, and then the whole person took a breath, the cheeks bulged, and he spit out fiercely.

This is the wind blowing technique he is learning, and he hasn't cultivated it to the state of proficiency.

As he blows forward, Zou Heng blows a stream of air from his mouth, like a violent wind, blowing towards the layer of mist in front of him, and the mist in front of him churns.

It is a pity that even though the fog is tumbling in the front, the fog is still in that range, and it has not been cut by half. When Zou Heng finished blowing in one breath, there was no other change.

"Sure enough, it's a bit weird!" Zou Heng thought in his heart while breathing twice.

Although the wind blowing technique he used was just a small technique, and he had not yet cultivated to the state of proficiency, its power was very limited, but it was aimed at lethality. Under normal circumstances, a gust of wind blew out of his mouth. The method is quite bluffing, and it is more targeted for this kind of fog and the like, but it has not blown away the fog in front of him at all.

Zou Heng didn’t expect that he could blow away the mist in front of him with this small method. If he could solve it so easily, when he came here, I’m afraid he would not see the scene in front of him for a long time, and he wouldn’t even need it. Others resolved that the breeze that was born naturally from Heaven, Earth and Heaven had already blown away this layer of mist.

After trying a little bit, Zou Heng found that he really had nothing to do with this layer of mist. He tried to get a part of the mist out of that range, but he found that the mist that was made would quickly return to that range. Only after leaving a certain distance, this will dissipate naturally, and this certain distance is about a hundred meters or so, this can be regarded as his harvest after some attempts.

He tried to walk into it by himself, to feel the feeling of being in the fog, just to be on the safe side, he went in with a rope.

After going in for a bit of experience, Zou Heng found that it was indeed as those warlocks said last night, once entering the mist, the whole person would instantly lose their sense of direction, and the surrounding mist would greatly affect people’s perception. , Even the various sense organs of oneself will become extremely dull.

Fortunately, Zou Heng went in with a rope, and did not go deep, he experienced it on the edge, so he did not get lost in the fog, and he did not stay for too long. As a result, he had hallucinations. He just stepped back and came out. Up.