Hidden Feather learned the use and cultivation of real techniques in the Temple of Arts, and it is obvious that Hidden Feather, who can sense the aura of various attributes, is extremely talented in one of the arts.

After passing through the Hall of Arts, he passed through the Hall of Sword, the Hall of Machinery, and the Hall of Dan. These are all used to test and teach the entrant some of the corresponding basic cultivation methods.

Yin Yu learned a lot from these palaces, Wutian almost always accompanied him all the way, and every time he went to a palace, he automatically stepped aside.

Hidden Feather stepped into another palace, and along the four walls stood inscriptions. Hidden Feather narrowed her eyes and looked along the inscription next to the door.

"This seems to be the family history of the family of the descendants of God that I spoke of at the beginning." Hidden Feather said in the affirmative.

Wutian agreed with Yin Yu's statement while watching.

"Hundreds of millions of years ago, people, immortals and gods were in the same realm, people were at the bottom, immortals were among them, and gods were the top ......"

"200 million years ago, a certain god and man were united and gave birth to a son, whose name was Yin ......"

"100 million years ago, the gods suddenly left, and people, immortals, and gods existed in three realms...... He left with his father, leaving behind a family of descendants...... The gods who remained behind are surnamed ......"

Seeing that Yin Yu was stunned here, could it be that this was actually the cemetery of his ancestors? Will this hermit be the same as the one with his own surname?

Wutian looked at Yin Yu's stunned expression and laughed.

Yin Yu looked at Wutian and narrowed his eyes: "You already knew?" ”

Wutian naturally knew what she was referring to, and Zhengse said, "I know, I know since the last time I saw you wearing that ring." "Wutian's gaze fell on the Hidden Ring.

Wutian raised his hand to stop Yin Yu's next question: "I know because I also come from an equally ancient family, and I am from the Shura clan. Shura was also a god in the age of the gods, but in the eyes of the world, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, and he is not relatively famous. ”

"Naturally, there will be some records of the ancient family in the classics of our clan." Wutian handed over an expression that you understand.

It is not surprising that there are some classics within the ancient family that record the truth of history. It is understandable that there is a record of the hermit clan in it, but others know more about their own family than themselves, which makes Yin Yu a little uncomfortable.

Yin Yu said expressionlessly, "What else do you know?" ”

Wutian glanced at Yin Yu's expression and knew that what she was thinking was nothing more than wanting to know more through her own mouth.

"I don't know much, you might as well look at these inscriptions here." It's not that Wutian doesn't want to tell Yin Yu, it's just that the Yin Clan is also quite a mysterious existence for the Shura Clan, who are also gods, and they don't know where the Yin Clan is located until now.

If it weren't for the god-descendant family, there would be more or less some dealings with the Shura family, but the hermit clan was an exception. Therefore, Wutian took a few more glances at the relevant records, remembered some unique characteristics of the Yin Clan, and thus discovered the possible identity of the Yin Yu. For this reason, Wutian also went back to the family to find books and ask the old people in the family for verification.

As for why Wutian worked so hard to verify, naturally he had his careful thoughts in it, which was insignificant.

Yin Yu stayed in this hall for a day and finished reading the inscription. The inscription here only records that the last king of the divine descent was buried in the tomb, but the rest is gone.

Yin Yu frowned and thought: In the future, it seems that he will have to explore many ways to know his family's secrets, and it is not necessary to find out the clues of his father from them.

For Yin Yu, who has never seen her father, her father is an obsession of hers.

After learning all this past history, Yin Yu stopped remembering and walked towards another door in the main hall.

Coming out of the inscription hall, walking a short distance along the corridor, a tower appeared in front of it, and a plaque on the tower reads Star Picking Tower.

Wutian raised his eyebrows, a big breath.

After reading it, Yin Yu chuckled and said, "Can you pick up stars when you climb high?" Interesting. ”

The two pushed open the door, and Yin Yu went in first, but when Wutian was about to follow in, he was bounced out.

Wutian stabilized his body and narrowed his eyes, is this not allowed to enter except for the hermits? It seems that it is nothing more than a bloodline inheritance and the like, but it doesn't matter if it's heavenly. Just wait outside.

Wutian turned around and saw Zhankong standing quietly behind him.

Wutian raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Something?" ”

Zhan Kong looked at him deeply: "My king wants to see you." ”

Is it finally here? Wutian glanced back at the Star Picking Tower, turned his head and said flatly, "Lead the way." ”

Zhan Kong turned his head and left, and the speed was extremely fast. Wutian followed with an expressionless face, and two figures, one gold and one black, shuttled between the palaces, one was full of momentum and the other was fierce and strong.

Zhankong Wutian, who was walking in front, was able to keep up, and his feet were not slow, but he accelerated his speed.

Wutian squinted his eyes, this was already his fastest speed, he snorted secretly in his heart, and gritted his teeth a little faster, even so, the distance between the two was gradually widening.

Fortunately, the journey was not long, and after passing through several small gardens, Wutian saw that Zhankong stopped in front of a particularly large hall.

Zhankong saw Wutian coming, and stepped into the main hall first.

As soon as Wutian entered the hall, he saw a young man with a white beard and a white face sitting on the throne in the center of the main hall, with a smile on his face, holding a green fruit in his hand and teasing a phoenix bird with a snow-white body and silver feathers, but this phoenix bird is really small.

That should be the king who led the hermits to leave and give up the people of the world as mentioned in the previous mural. Wutian guessed.

At this moment, the teased group was depressed and died.

Since she was captured as a hostage by the Monkey King, although she was trained every day, the Monkey King's strength was far above her, but she did not embarrass it. But now, this old and disrespectful person is so much more powerful than her, and he robs her of food! Such expressions and movements made Xiao Tuan feel that he was amused, but he was unwilling to be robbed of food.

I can only try to get it back! The small group worked tirelessly, using its beak and claws and wings again and again, and its movements were extremely fast, and the afterimages were repeated. In the midst of the competition, the virtual and the real change. There were a few times when I almost got it, but it was always a little bit worse at the critical moment.

And seeing that the small group was almost a little bit late every time, but failed, the man was amused to laugh.

In the hall, Zhankong and Wutian both stood silently and watched the people and birds above amuse each other.

In the Star Picking Tower, the lone Hidden Feather is facing a problem: to display the spiritual objects in his body.

Yin Yu speculated that it should refer to the nine-colored lotus in the body, but how to show it? It can't be to take it out.

She didn't know how the lotus seed got into her body in the first place, she only remembered that she had it since she could remember, how to show it?

Hidden Feather fell into deep thought: Simulate one with spiritual power? Does a simulation count as a show?

Hidden Feather decided to try it first.

Yin Yu stretched his hands forward, palms facing each other, and began to pull the spiritual power in his body to release it outside the body, slowly shaping, Yin Yu used his divine sense to knead and pinch a ball of spiritual power in his hand, and finally shaped it after many failures, and the nine-colored lotus in his body was like ninety, but it was still white.

Yin Yu looked at the nine-colored lotus simulated by the spiritual power between his hands, and he couldn't agree that this was showing the spiritual object in his body. He frowned and withdrew his spiritual power back into his body and thought again.