In an instant, all the sword intents on the lake disappeared without a trace, and Jian Ji and the spirit insect appeared.

The spirit insect stopped in front of Qin Sang's eyebrows, less than three inches, but he could no longer stab the sword.

Jian Ji appeared on the spot, and seemed to have never left.

The gray oriole sword hovered in the void between Jianji and the spirit insect.

The fighting sword came to an abrupt end.

Jian Ji looked at Huiying Jian blankly, looking disbelief.

The Gray Warbler Sword seemed to have not stabbed anything, but it cut off his connection with the spirit insect just right, causing the ice to disappear and disintegrate this flaw, and even he himself did not notice this flaw.

If it was a battle of life and death, he was now a dead body.

"Have you... seen this sword technique before?"

Jian Ji's voice was dry.

"No," Qin Sang shook his head.

He just saw a more sophisticated swordsmanship, and he said in his heart.

Seeing the two of them scrambled to fight, Jiu Mie scratched his head, a little confused, but he had some clarity and jumped to the center of the lake, "Sword Ji, you..."

"I lost."

Jian Ji's face turned gray, he admitted his gambling and refused to lose, turned around and left.

"Do you want to throw it away?" Qin Sang asked, looking at the spirit insect in front of him.

The spirit insects floated there quietly, as if they felt their master's state of mind. The dark light showed a bit of loneliness and confusion.

Jian Ji's body shook and blurted out, "I will never throw my sword down!"

"Then take it back and lend it to me the day you set off," Qin Sang said.

Jian Ji recalled the spirit insect, his eyes regained a little bit of spirit, and he bowed to Qin Sang: "Thank you!"

Qin Sang shook his head. After all, he took advantage of the inheritance. Now a real sword cultivator is becoming increasingly rare, and a sword cultivator of the witch clan is even more rare. He doesn't want to see a sword cultivator lose his sword heart because of himself.

‘Buzz…’

The gray oriole sword sounded happily, making you dare to look down on me!

...

Ten days later.

An invitation was sent to Tiebi Mountain.

Jiumi led Qin Sang to fly to Dongyangcheng.

"This mountain is the sacred mountain of our clan. Lord Wu Zhu is waiting for the real person in the temple on the top of the mountain."

The two entered Dongyang City, and Jiumi raised his hand and pointed at the center of the city.

The void was twisted, and a hidden giant peak was exposed in front of them. The mountain was towering into the clouds and was majestic. The highest peaks around it were only halfway up the mountain.

The mountains are full of cliffs, rugged rocks, green vines and cypresses.

Only on the top of the sacred mountain stands a temple.

Outside the city, Tianmu Butterfly discovered this mountain, and when you come to the front of the mountain, you can feel the majestic spirit.

The stone palace is heavy and simple, and it is made of unknown stones. It is pitch black and deep, as if it can swallow the light around it, making people feel the heavy foundation of the witch clan.

Qin Sang felt a sense of pressure that seemed to be there and nothing, and his heart was trembling.

He had already found out that only Wu Zhu from Dongyang clan practiced in the temple. Master Wu Zhu had a cultivation level comparable to him, but if he had taken action here, he might not get any benefits.

"Real person is welcome!"

Nine Destructions stop in front of the mountain.

Qin Sang nodded, flew to the top of the mountain alone, and instantly arrived at the top of the mountain and landed in front of the temple.

‘Rumbling…’

The thick stone door opened, and a gentle sound came from it.

"Master Qingfeng, please come in."

Qin Sang stepped into the temple and saw the first thing he saw was a giant altar, on which was an old man in white robe.

The rear of the altar was covered with black mist.

Qin Sang vaguely saw a huge outline, which seemed to be a stone statue, exuding a mysterious aura.

Image of God!

Qin Sang's eyes narrowed.

The Witch Clan and the Witch Clan are both "witches", but the Witch Clan is far less complete than the Witch Clan's worship of gods and the inheritance of sacrifices.

Among the Zhuyan clan, Qin Sang had never seen such temples or statues.

The aliens have abandoned their belief in gods. From their realm, they can see that they want to reach the "ancestral realm" and follow the footsteps of their ancestors.

The gods have long disappeared. Instead of believing in the gods, it is better to believe in the bloodline in the body and the inheritance of our ancestors.

Qin Sang was very curious. What exactly supported the witch clan? The gods disappeared for so long and still retained their belief in the gods?

This statue of god seems to stand here for billions of years, staring at the creatures on the earth. The old man in white robe stood in front of the statue, as if bathed in the light of divinity.

Unfortunately, Qin Sang couldn't see the appearance of this statue.

Out of respect, he couldn't let the Tianmu Butterfly use his magical power to peek. He could only suppress the curiosity in his heart and bowed: "I have seen Wu Zhu in Qingfeng."
Chapter completed!