Qin Tian and Yan Ke were deeply shocked, but those worshippers were overjoyed as if they were going crazy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old man at the head danced wildly, and his bright red robes hunted in the wind.

His voice was a little more dignified with vitality, no longer weak and low, but as thick as a middle-aged and young man.

Qin Tian still couldn't understand what he said, but the left and right were just words like 'ancestor blessing' and 'gods appeared'.

The gale was followed by a leaf that had climbed over the mountain and over the water, and the leaves were dead yellow-brown, with small pits covered with insects.

The wind paused for a moment, and the yellow-brown leaves fell.

It landed on the long table in front of the crowd, on the enshrined pigs, sheep and beef.

The wind rose again, the leaves ascended to the sky, and the livestock meat in those plates and bowls disappeared without a trace on a sunny day.

Wow!!!

The noisy waves of people are like the sea under a hurricane, and wave after wave of shouts are deafening.

This supernatural manifestation, this scientifically inexplicable vision, completely detonated the hearts of the people of today, and they embraced each other with tears streaming down their faces, O gods! That's a god!!

Qin Tian and Yan Ke glanced at each other, and the two of them set off at the same time, running towards the mountain behind the Izumo Taisha.

Ordinary humans can't see what is deep just now, but they have already discovered it.

The pigs, sheep and beef that were used as offerings did disappear, but not out of thin air, they were broken down by the leaves blown from the mountain into blood that could not be seen directly by the naked eye, and flew back to the high mountain with the strong wind.

That large mass of conspicuous blood qi went straight into a huge red cloud, clearly guiding the direction of Qin Tian and the others.

The mountains behind Izumo Taisha are not particularly continuous, and there are only three mountains in total.

On the left is Crane Mountain, on the right is Turtle Mountain, and in the middle is Yakumo Mountain, where the red clouds of blood and qi are parked.

On the road connecting the mountain range to Izumo Taisha, a thorny wooden fence blocks the way.

This Yayun Mountain looks like it is forbidden to climb.

Qin Tian was very anxious, Yan Ke was also very anxious, and the two of them also had to take care of the guard pavilion in the distance, and stepped in with a jump.

Crunch!

The door of the small wooden guard pavilion was gently pushed open from the inside, and a bamboo pole leaned out of the door and the door without hurry.

Where would Qin Tian and Yan Ke pay attention to the ordinary guards here, and after identifying the direction, they rushed forward.

Swish! Sincere!

The bamboo pole stretched out in the guard pavilion was as fast as if it had been thrown out, and with a muffled sound, it was inserted into an ancient tree on the road between Qin Tian and Yan Ke.

Seeing that the tail of the bamboo pole was still trembling wildly because of the huge force, Qin Tian stopped and looked at the middle-aged man who walked out of the guard pavilion with a smile.

The man was barefoot, covered with a wide black robe, his hair was sloppy, his face was also sloppy, and his stubble was a messy one that had not been taken care of for a long time.

The sloppy shape was suddenly greatly improved because of an object he was holding in his right hand, the white and sharp long sword was three feet long, and the hilt was finally a trident shape divided into three branches, the whole sword was clean and clean, delicate and dangerous.

The clean sword was in stark contrast to the rough one, but there was a clear connection between the two.

"It turned out to be a wave. Swordsman," Qin Tian glanced at the bamboo pole scabbard inserted in the tree in front of him, and said softly.

"It's so ugly," Yan Ke pouted, "I'll go explore the road first, you can clean him up quickly!" ”

"Chinese?" The swordsman said in a strange tone, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, "This is the Yakumo Divine Mountain dedicated to the gods, forbidden, enter!" ”

"Gone!" Yan Ke ignored him, turned around and went up the mountain.

"Go ahead, I'll be there soon!" Qin Tian was also indifferent.

"Presumptuous!" The middle-aged swordsman snorted, and in an instant, he took three steps, and the sword in his hand was held by him, and he slashed down with the sharpness of breaking through the wind and cutting the clouds.

"100% empty-handed into the white blade!" Qin Tian's eyes flashed, and he suddenly understood the subsequent changes of this sword move, and his arms were raised and his palms were spread, and in the gap between his palms of less than three centimeters, he accurately clamped the sharp sword that seemed to be able to be cut here.

"Hmm," the middle-aged swordsman exerted all his strength, trying to regain his sword, but he didn't feel the opportunity given by the young man on the other side.

This made him feel shocked in his heart, he had been practicing this style of 'Juhe Slash' for twenty-five years, and he could make a thousand great efforts between movement and stillness, and with the King Kong Sword that imitated the Yuncong Heavenly Sword in his hand, not to mention being controlled, no one who connected himself to the slash had ever met it.

"You, not human!?" He asserted.

"Huh?" Qin Tian felt bitter in his heart, "What is it?" ”

"Printers from China!" He added, frowning deeply.

"The knowledge is good, the sword is not bad, but the strength is too second," Qin Tian used his palms in unison and threw him out with a sword.

Qin Tian didn't take him to heart at all, and he didn't have the idea of killing, he snorted lightly, he walked straight to the Eight Cloud Mountain, the fragrant breath left by Yan Ke walking all the way had not yet dissipated, and then compared the distance between the red cloud in the sky and himself, he quickly went up half of the mountain.

The middle-aged swordsman who fell to the ground struggled to get up, and the fear between his brows did not dissipate for a long time, "Sure enough, it confirms the words of the elder of the clan, where did the gods come from finally be subdued by where they came from?" ”

He slowly walked back to the guard's little pavilion, which was empty and lonely, except for a futon on the ground, except for a yellow brass bell above the corner of the house.

Standing under the copper bell, the nervousness and fear on the middle-aged swordsman's face were even more obvious than when he was against Qin Tian, and after thinking for a long time, he slowly raised his hand and plucked the yellow copper bell.

The brass bell was silent, but a few insects and ants suddenly appeared on the ground outside the guard's pavilion, and they swayed for a while, and fell to the ground.

The middle-aged swordsman walked out of the guard pavilion, lowered his head, and knelt down facing the outside world. It's like waiting for sanctions from the void.

On the west side of the main hall of the Izumo Taisha Shrine, at the foot of the mountain behind Mt. Yakumo, there is a separate courtyard facing the sea.

This courtyard is very hidden and rarely visited, and the three big characters on the plaque under the eaves are actually Chinese.

Sushi Society!

There is only one clay statue in the slightly narrow shrine, and I saw that it was a burly and majestic young figure, holding a long sword and looking out at the sea outside the door, and the long sword in its hand was the same as the middle-aged swordsman.

A brass bell rang softly outside the door of the Su Yu Society, and after a few moments, a deep mark opened on the statue. (To be continued.) )