Chapter 758: Sky Witch Heritage

Chasing hills, a mountain flooded year round.
It's dark, and the sun will never shine through that haze.
The road to the hills is chaotic, there is no path to the end, and there are no stairs that can be climbed. People who enter here, whether male or female, beasts or humans, how prominent they were once, how humble they are, once they enter Here, you will be trapped, trapped forever.
There have been many Warcraft and Terran masters, also tried to enter this area, trying to find the legendary Treasure of the Witch family in this area.
But no one can leave here, no one.
Shallman was framed by Lie Sisi and entered the chase, like a lonely ghost, walking in this endless hill, as if there were never endless hills.
There are hills here, and the height of each hill is not high, and it looks more like a grave bag without worship.
The yawning wind was blowing in all directions, and rotting animal bones and human skeletons were everywhere.
After the corpses decayed, the pus-yellow corpse water gathered together to form a river channel shaped like a Huangquan stream.
In the animal bones and human skeletons, brilliant blue phosphorous fire was drilled, beating up and down, just like naughty little ghosts.
The dim sky, the foul air, the sobbing wind, and Zhuqiu are like a piece of music written by the of death. If people stay here for an extra moment, their vitality will be unknowingly stripped.
Cold, a pair of withered bones got out of the ground and grabbed Salman's feet.
Shalman raised the stick knife in his hand and cut it without frowning.
When the rod-knife broke, a golden mysterious light appeared in the air, the air was torn open, squeaked, and the blade was still flashing.
The bone hand was cut off by the roots and fell to the ground, turning into pieces.
When the bone hand was broken, a weak mysterious force was sucked into Shalman's body through the staff knife.
Sherman, who has been trapped in the chase for several days, has not only turned into a skeleton as imagined by the outside world. On the contrary, her spirit is much better than before.
With her eyes lightened, she walked fast under the feet, quickly avoiding sneak attacks on the ground. Bone hands, dark arrows, and other things that are constantly visible in the chasing the hills. When they first encountered them, Sherman was horrified and half-dead. Fortunately, due to the innate keenness of the foster teacher, Sherman was in danger several times.
"Huh, thanks to the rod knife," after finding a relatively safe area, Shalman sat down cross-legged and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
She stared at the cane knife in her hand, remembering the scene when she met the cane knife.
When she was first thrown into the chase, she saw the desolation and ulcers, and Sherman could barely move.
Although she has had many opportunities for training in the July Mercenary Squad, in general, her comrades behind her will support her.
She has her own strong backing, but this time, she is only one person.
After walking for a while, I found that chasing the hill is like a large natural maze. Unless there is a teammate like Qiang, there is no way to walk out of the chase by your own strength.
Death and fear, and a road that never ends, surrounded her, and almost shattered Sherman.
In this case, it is unavoidable that hallucinations must occur, and Sherman is no exception.
But under extreme fear, Sherman began to ignore imagination and couldn't sleep at night.
Until the moment when she was about to die, for some reason, she remembered the moment when she was just born, surrounded by snake worms and ants.
She also remembered the situation when she was fighting alongside her comrades-in-arms, and the precious opportunity for her mother to sacrifice for herself.
At that moment, Sherman suddenly gave birth to a sense of clearing the fog.
Vitality faded.
Sherman stood up again and walked firmly.
After walking around, she was hungry and passed a river.
In the middle of that river, a distinctively shaped cane knife caught Sherman's attention.
This river is the most terrible river Shalman has ever seen.
The river has been completely dry, but it is not dried up because of the sun and wind.
The perimeter of the river was full of corpses wherever people could stand.
Most of the bodies were rotten and air-dried.
At the very middle of the body was a strangely shaped stick-knife, which seemed to have a mysterious atmosphere around it.
The lower part of the staff knife is shaped like white marble, crystal clear, and it is hard to see what material it is made of, like jade and bone.
The upper part of the staff knife is a sickle knife.
The ghost fire lingering around the river was far away from the staff knife.
Sherman was attracted by this weird scene. On the one hand, her body was shaking because she was afraid of shaking, but on the other hand, she was curious. Where exactly was the knife that would attract so many mysterious people to enter Chasing hills, the servants went to death.
The closer to the location of the Staff Knife, the fewer corpses of the Xuanzhe were holding. In the past, there must have been many people rushing forward to scramble for the Staff Knife.
It's a pity that he was dead before approaching the staff knife.
No one can enter the range of the staff knife, Shalman was stunning, she intuitively knew that this area is very dangerous, it is best to avoid it as soon as possible, but her feet and eyes are like losing control, watching The staff knife felt like a magical power calling to her, calling her to come forward.
She was blank, raised her steps, and was not afraid of the corpse mountains under her feet, stepping closer to the staff knife.
Until she trembled with her fingertips and held the staff knife, a wonderful power, accompanied by a clear voice, poured into her body and into her mind.
There was a voice in my head: "Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, fame and fame, and clouds. I waited for 10,000 years and finally waited for you, my heir, a young girl with the blood of the beastmaster, I give you Witchbone Staff Knife. This bone is made from my ribs and has been with us for hundreds of years. It is psychic. There is a Beast Witchcraft in the staff knife, which is granted to you. "
Sherman felt a panic from the bottom of her heart at first, but there was no one around her, but in her ears there were countless messages in her head.
But soon, she found that the bone stick knife was not malicious to her. On the contrary, from this bone stick knife, she could feel the warmth like a mother's arms.
Sherman gradually closed his eyes, the stench in the surrounding air, and the muddy corpses trampled under his feet all faded away.
When Wu Li entered the body, the last trace of Shalman's connection with Sixiang City was also erased, which also caused the phenomenon of meritorious ring or meritorious value to be wiped out, causing Yue Jinghua to mistakenly think that Shalman was dead.
At this time, Sherman did not know that he had inadvertently been passed down by one of the Thirteen Heavenly Witches.