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In front of the sword monument in the Witch God Tomb, Ye Qinghan suddenly pulled out his sword and carved three sword marks on the sword monument. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Groan!

The sword light swept by, and the sword marks came out, but just when Ye Qinghan thought that he could pass the level, the sword tablet healed automatically, as if he had not been attacked.

Ye Qinghan frowned, this sword tablet did not expect that it would heal automatically, and it was a defensive artifact that could repair itself.

If you want to leave an engraved sword on the sword stele, the sword speed must be fast to the limit, leaving irreparable damage to the sword stele, just like hurting the enemy, a sword out, the scar will never be repaired, until the blood flow is exhausted and he dies!

Only by doing this step can you be considered to have passed.

Ye Qinghan stood with his sword in his arms, his fingertips tapped the hilt of the sword, brewing sword qi, the sword in his hand was very unlucky, he always felt that the sword would be broken with a little force, and his talent for learning swords was much worse than that of Gu Qingyu and others.

Recite!

Rumble!

Ye Qinghan drew his sword again, and with all his strength, he directly drew out three sword lights, the divine sword touched the sword tablet, the sword broke, and the sword marks came out, which could not be healed for a long time!

Wow!

A divine light flashed, and the sword tablet was actually divided into two, cracking from the middle, revealing a passage behind it, but the passage was still blocked, exactly the same stone tablet, but the stone tablet was no longer a sword mark, it was a palm print.

Ye Qinghan walked over with the divine bird, his right hand pressed on the palm print, the size was just right, but the stone tablet did not react at all.

Ye Qinghan mobilized the power of the bloodline, and the five elements poured out and poured into the stone tablet.

This is the cemetery of the witch god, even if there is a inheritance, it will be left to the witch people, Ye Qinghan does not lack the blood of the Wu clan, and there is also the most advanced five elements of the Wu clan, the stele is inspired by the five elements and the blood of the Wu clan, and suddenly the light is great, and Ye Qinghan is directly detained in the air.

Ye Qinghan only felt that his eyes were bright, there was a cave in the tomb, like a fairyland on earth, with divine flowers swaying, green willows swinging, and any flower and plant should be transformed into a human form, with wisdom and spirituality.

Time and space here are almost forbidden, at least Ye Qinghan can't feel the slightest feeling of space passing, no matter the vicissitudes of the outside world, the mountains and rivers here are still beautiful.

There are mountains and rivers ahead, and a valley is lush and green, dotted with thousands of flowers, and the aura is compelling.

But there is a green wood coffin, I don't know how long it has been there, but there is an afterimage next to the coffin, no will, no soul, watching Ye Qinghan come in, just glanced at it, this glance made Ye Qinghan like falling into an ice cave, as if he could kill him with one will.

However, the afterimage didn't seem to care about Ye Qinghan, as if looking at an ordinary flying bird.

"Is he dead or alive?" asked the Divine Bird in a whisper.

Ye Qinghan shook his head, hurriedly turned his head, and did not look at the afterimage, that eye was too terrifying, and his cultivation might be even more terrifying than the Lord of the Nine Shadows.

"Descendants of the Wu Clan...... Come and worship your ancestors!"

Just as Ye Qinghan was looking for to leave, a sad voice exploded in Ye Qinghan's sea of knowledge.

Ye Qinghan was shocked, looking at the afterimage, and found that this sentence was not what he said, it was more like it came from the coffin, and he couldn't help but have some fried hair, and the divine bird spread its wings and raised its white hairs.

"Three generations of witch gods...... Does it really last forever?"

Ye Qinghan didn't understand the existence of that level, how many tens of thousands of years? millions of years, even tens of millions of years!

However, Ye Qinghan still walked to the Aoki coffin, knelt down slowly, and said respectfully, "Junior Ye Qinghan, meet the three generations of witch god seniors!"

The coffin didn't react, but the afterimage stared at him, making his hairs rise and he didn't dare to move.

"The Witch Clan is still ...... Does it exist?" the mournful voice remembered again, filled with sadness and despair.

Ye Qinghan knelt respectfully in front of the coffin, and replied in a deep voice, "There is not much left of the Wu clan, and it has been completely lonely, and all the ancient witchcraft mystics have been broken, let alone the ancient witchcraft!"

"Emperor You is in charge, old and incompetent! There is no successor, how sad it is!"

Ye Qinghan was silent, the old man in front of him seemed to be really what the Lord of the Nine Shades said, he was a third-generation witch god.

The witch god of the year could call the wind and rain, change the yin and yang, chase the wind and the sun, and create things to be reborn.

"Do you want to strengthen the witch clan and regain the glory of the witch god?"

Rumble!

The lid of the coffin opened automatically, and a dry corpse stood up, skinny, without a trace of flesh and blood, and its eyes were so deep that people did not dare to look directly.

Ye Qinghan could be sure that the three generations of witch gods were not dead! This was by no means the performance of a dead person.

"The younger generation is willing to lead the Wu Clan back to the top!" Ye Qinghan didn't dare to raise his head, the three generations of witch gods were too strong, so strong that he couldn't imagine it, he believed that as long as the witch gods were willing, he could cut off the middle plane with his hand!

"It's also a chance that you can come here! This seat will give you a witchcraft first, if you can cultivate to the realm of Dacheng and unify this middle plane, the old man will give you a higher and stronger witchcraft, so that you have the opportunity to conquer the upper plane, and let you see the grand myth of the barbarian era!" The three generations of witch gods looked down at Ye Qinghan and said in a deep voice.

Ye Qinghan didn't reply, waiting for the three generations of witch gods to continue talking.

Sure enough, the three generations of witch gods appeared in their bony big hands, an iron scroll, and a palm-sized seal, and said, "This seat gives you ancient witchcraft, the technique of returning the ten directions to one, and then gives you the artifact ten square seals, cultivate to the realm of Dacheng, one seal can suppress one realm! Heaven and earth are all one, and you can press with a wave of your hand." ”

Ye Qinghan greeted him with both hands, and respectfully took the iron scroll and the ten-square seal, he couldn't tell what level of secret art this was, the twelfth or thirteenth grade, and he couldn't tell whether this ten-square seal was a high-level artifact or the legendary top-grade high-level artifact, but it was certain that the old man could take out the things in his hand would definitely not be bad!

Gently open the iron scroll, first of all, a divine light rushed into the sea of knowledge, it is the ancient Wu script inheritance, the original difficult and difficult to understand the Wu script, at this moment he can easily read.

"Heaven and earth are divided into ten directions, waving your hand to accept the universe, one eye of will, can Ling nine heavens, ten directions are printed, and you can suppress the gods!"

Ye Qinghan didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he understood the momentum contained in this sentence, cultivated to the realm of Dacheng, and with a wave of his hand, he could carry a realm plane, a will, and he could be above the nine heavens!

Ten square seals, which can suppress any gods!

"Could this be the legendary top-level artifact? Ye Qinghan held the Ten Square Seals, and felt the endless warm divine power involuntarily rushing into his body, transforming his godhead, he couldn't help but be shocked, even the godhead could be transformed, it was worthy of being a high-level artifact.

"The second generation of the old man, Emperor Tian, from today onwards, you are my registered disciple, and you can be a closed disciple if you cultivate to the upper gods, now you can retreat, if you don't cultivate to the upper gods, you will never enter the cemetery! ”

With a wave of his hand, the old man directly detained Ye Qinghan, and in a blink of an eye, Ye Qinghan and the Divine Bird had already appeared outside the Absolute God Mountain, in that valley.

The prediction of the Lord of the Nine Shadows was wrong, this is not the burial ground of the third generation of witch gods at all, but the hiding place of the second generation of witch gods!