It was two months later, Xihuang, Wuyang Mountain, Tian Qi and Wenren Yuji came here after inquiring from each other.

"What's wrong. The Western Wilderness Witch Festival has just ended soon, but judging from the news we have received from other tribes, this Witch Festival seems to be no different from usual."

Wenren Yuji looked at Wuyang Mountain in front of her. The mountain was only a hundred feet high, but this peak stretched for tens of thousands of miles. From a distance, it looked like a gateway to the earth.

The witch sacrifice is originally a place where sacrifices from all races gather together to discuss witchcraft and exchange experiences. Each witch sacrifice has an eternal theme.

That is immortality!

Since the witch clan has integrated into the human race, it has gradually intermarried with the human race, and its bloodline has lost its innate attributes and greatly reduced its life span.

But even so, the lifespan of the witch clan is still much better than that of the human race under the same circumstances. This is why the witch clan often serves as a high priest in the tribe and maintains the tribe's inheritance.

Tian Qi looked at the mountain in front of him and sighed at the layout of the mountain. Although this mountain is not high, it cannot move in the air.

It should be the people from the Witch Palace who set up formations or connect mountains, rivers and lands to form a witch barrier.

"It's true, but you and I have hidden identities. Those tribes are wary of them and are unwilling to tell them the truth. But the more this happens, the more strange the matter is."

Wenren Yuji nodded, and then the two of them approached Wuyang Mountain carefully.

Wenren Yuji's eyebrows flashed, and an invisible wind wrapped the bodies of the two.

There is a divine wind between heaven and earth.

[Shadow Wind], known as the wind without traces, does not support the willows.

This wind can hide traces, but ordinary people cannot find them.

Soon, the two of them entered Wuyang Mountain along the main road, and the imaginary obstacle did not appear.

The journey was unobstructed until we arrived in the Wuyang Mountains, a bronze hall as high as the mountain appeared in front of the two.

The mottled bronze hall suppresses the strong earthly aura, and the Gengjin aura gathered here in the mountains and earth.

Outside the hall are two bronze statues of witches with a hundred feet high, with long spears in their hands, angry faces, black snakes wrapped around their shoulders, and scorpions long earrings.

Judging from the aura of the statue, these gathered Gengjin auras are condensed here.

A guy who attempts to enter it without authorization will be strangled by this force to become flesh and blood powder.

Above the gate, there is the origin of the Witch Clan and the past when the ancestors of the Witch Clan fought against the sky and the earth.

Further up is a plaque carved in Wuwen.

【Witch Palace】

The Witch Palace is the Witch Palace, and there has never been a second name!

Tian Qi raised his hand and pressed it on the gate, circulating the way of Huangji Gengjin, trying to find a way to open the door.

It is obviously unrealistic to try to push open this door with strength.

This place obviously leads to the origin of this landscape. As for how wide the scope is, it is thousands of miles, millions of miles, and billions of miles, which is unknown.

The power of the immortal is indeed magnificent, but it is not enough to see before such creation.

Soon, Tian Qi followed the traction of the Gengjin energy in the gate and found a way to open the door.

The spiritual consciousness slowly touched the inside of the formation, and the gate rumbling and revealed a gap.

The two bronze statues looked slightly sideways, and a golden divine light suddenly emerged from the long spear, slashing straight at Tian Qi.

Wenren Yuji quickly appeared behind Tian Qi, and a divine wind swept the two of them, steadily passing through the gap as small as a hair.

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and Wuyang Mountain was shaking.

The two men who avoided the killing attack turned back in horror and looked at the sharp murderous intent that almost broke into the door.

"Living creature?" Wenren Yuji spoke, and the heartbeats of the two of them were beating wildly in the darkness.

"It shouldn't be. It's the guardian spirit injected with secret techniques. It has been tempered by spiritual energy and this witch power for a long time and has become aware of the gods."

Tian Qi couldn't help but stroke the bronze gate, "This gate had no open array before. If you want to come in, you can only push it open with brute force. The witch clan is indeed born with divine power."

"That's true. Although the high priest didn't take action and looked thin, he probably could have raised the lonely cauldron in the tribe, although he had never tried it."

The two of them took a short rest and just took a step, the golden green flames on both sides of the passage were born out of thin air.

The flames turned into two long dragons, instantly lit up the entire hall and fell into the fire pit that had been dormant before.

open!

In the main hall, except for the fire pit, there is only one altar and a hundred and ten seating platforms. Apart from this, there is no debris.

This is not in line with the habits of the witch clan, or in other words, this is the habit of the witch clan in ancient times.

"Look."

Wenren Yuji had sharp eyes and soon discovered the difference. He pointed to the patterns under the table, and each table was marked with a tribe.

"In the Western Wilderness, there are only a hundred tribes qualified to participate in the witch festival, and all of them have seats here."

Wenren Yuji searched around and found the totem of Wenren at a relatively high position.

A cyclone-like thing represents the wind!

"Although the witch sacrifice has passed, there is no one here, which really makes no sense."

Wenren Yuji nodded, and she walked to the altar. The altar was simple and tall, and there was a breath that was inexplicable.

"There are extremely strong remnants of spiritual energy here, as well as the breath left by the exchanges and collisions of souls, because it should be left by the high priests' discussions."

Tian Qifu reached his heart, approached the altar, let go of his soul, and activated the Great Wisdom Sutra.

In an instant, the pictures entered the minds of the two of them like light and shadow.

Wenren Yuji looked happy, but then she was shocked by the content displayed on the screen.

In the huge witch palace, more than a hundred great priests looked respectfully at the man in black robe in front of them.

They were talking about something, but soon their expressions became depressed again.

The witch festival ended soon, and the high priests of each tribe had left.

"It's the high priest!"

Wenren Yuji exclaimed.

"Do they know?"

"I don't know, it seems that it should be the visitor from Lingshan Witch Palace."

In the Witch Hall, only the man in black robe and the great priest stayed, but the atmosphere was more solemn than before.

After the two of them exchanged, the high priest seemed extremely dissatisfied, but the man in black robe was unmoved and insisted on defending something loudly.

Finally, the man in black robe left angrily, leaving only the high priest dazed.

After a long time, the high priest walked to a wall of the witch palace and raised his hand to press it on it. After a while, his figure seemed to be hunched over. He looked back at the altar and shook his head in disappointment.

The picture freezes and breaks in an instant, and the two of them return to the witch palace.

Wenren Yuji looked sideways at the wall on her right and nodded at Tian Qi.

Tian Qi took a deep breath and slowly came to the flat bronze wall.
Chapter completed!