Most of the witch clans were dejected, as strong as the Fengyu Witch, and were defeated by the hands of King Gu, which made them unable to accept. This was a big defeat.

The Great Witch of Fengyu did not pose any threat to Mr. Gu.

Is there still an insurmountable gap between the great witch and the Taoist celestial immortal? Is the witch clan really a side-door compared to the Xuanmen?

They have always been proud of their own bloodlines of Qingyang and are disgusted with the witch gods among the top ten. But today, Mr. Gu is really a blow to them. The practice of the righteous path of Xuanmen is the great way of heaven.

Compared to the oppression brought to them by Gu Zhenjun's strength, this kind of spiritual blow made it more difficult for them to accept.

Feng Yu naturally noticed the thoughts of the witch clans who followed him. He sighed in his heart that his defeat even broke the backbone of the Witch God Cult.

Looking at the towering giant sword in the sky, Feng Yu gently stroked the sword body of the Wuming Ancient Sword. It was not that the Wuming Ancient Sword was not as good as the giant sword, but that his master was not as good as Gu Zhenjun.

But what else can he do besides his long sigh?

Gu Qing waved his hand to the giant sword, and the giant sword couldn't stop shrinking and turned into a seven-foot sword. The sword body bent and tied around Gu Qing's waist like a belt.

The sword of Taishen noticed Wuchen's breath.

Wu Chen let out a stern suspicion. It felt a sense of a sense of the same origin from Taishu's body, and thought to himself: "Has the old master refined another sword?"

It is also a bit of doubt in my heart when it is too sad, but when it sees the light of day again, it is now mostly happy.

Both swords were a little confused, but I think only Gu Qing could solve this problem, so he had to wait until Gu Qing finished his work before asking about it.

Gu Qing thought to himself: "Taishen Sword is the Divine Sword Peak. I don't know where the Jiushao Dingyin Sword is. Maybe he will be suppressed in Jiuyou as well."

He had a different mind, but he still smiled calmly at the great witch Fengyu and said: "Victory and defeat are common. You don't have to worry about it. The practice of your sect is unique. If you practice to the extreme, you can also attain the great way. What's more, you will be defeated by my Lord Chang Zhen of Shangjing Sect. This has nothing to do with whether there is any difference between the practice of the witch clan and the practice of the Taoist sect."

Feng Yu didn't know whether he was crying or laughing, so how could he comfort people so much?

However, he has also heard about Chang Zhenjun, and what Gu Qing said is not unreasonable.

But Gu Zhenjun has always acted unexpectedly. Maybe he deliberately used this to relax Feng Yu's vigilance. Feng Yu did not dare to take it lightly and said, "I lost my life, and I will definitely do what I promised Gu Zhenjun. I will go back to check what Gu Zhenjun said. I will give you an explanation."

He knew that the True Lords of the Wanxiang Sect wanted to destroy the capital of the emperor, and they were afraid that it would be possible to make a decision every moment, but the witch clan would never surrender.

But when he saw Gu Qing's spirit was so energetic that he couldn't help but have a thought in his heart, "If the Wanxiang Sect treats the Witch Clan equally, it would be better for the Witch God Cult to be incorporated into the Wanxiang Sect."

Because the Wanxiang Sect doesn't even discriminate against the demon clan, I heard that Gu Zhenjun even accepted a demon clan as a concubine. Even the demon clan can tolerate it, and the witch clan can tolerate it.

If the Wanxiang Sect is willing to preach the Dharma and does not regard the witch clan as a front pawn and surrender, it would be a good thing.

Gu Qing smiled softly and said, "I want to enter the capital of the emperor. Can fellow Taoists stop me?"

Feng Yu was suffocated when he heard this, and then said dejectedly: "No."

Gu Qing said lightly: "I am not here to provoke trouble. Please rest assured fellow Taoists."

Feng Yu's heart sank, and he felt the firmness hidden under Gu Qing's casual words.

Seeing that he did not answer, Gu Qing shook his head and smiled, his spirit disappeared, Feng Yu immediately chased after him, and Gu Qing had already reached the city of the capital of the Imperial Capital.

After thousands of years, Gu Qing was the first to enter the capital of the emperor without invitation.

None of the witch tribes dared to come forward to stop them.

"June Gu, please come in." An old voice sounded, with a thick and simple tone, which reminded people of the earth.

This is another great witch, Hou Ji, of the Witch God Cult.

Feng Yu couldn't help but say, "Brother."

The voice of Houji's great witch sounded again and said, "Come here too."

Feng Yuqing knew that he could no longer stop Gu Qing from entering the city, so he could only follow him silently.

It was a thatched hut, but it was not an ordinary thatch. Gu Qing could see that each of these thatch was very ancient and could be traced back to the beginning of the Qingyang world.

These thatchs are probably the ancestors of most thatchs in the world.

Gu Qing approached the thatched hut, and there were harpoons, bows, arrows, nets and other tools commonly used by ancient ancestors. This place looked like an exhibition room displaying old objects of ancient ancestors.

The great witch Houji sat cross-legged on a straw mat with an old face, like a loess plateau with thousands of ravines. He dressed as an old farmer, and no one could connect him with the oldest witch clan in the world.

Gu Qing bowed slightly and then sat down.

Feng Yu followed in, sat at the door without saying a word.

The great witch of Houji didn't care about him either.

Although he looked like an old farmer, his eyes were particularly clear, like a newborn baby, with dark and pure eyes flashing from time to time.

What impressed Gu Qing even more was that Hou Ji and the entire imperial capital were integrated. Gu Qing suddenly realized that the imperial capital was Hou Ji's cave.

The Great Witch of Houji seemed to guess Gu Qing’s thoughts, and a smile appeared on his face with many gullies. He said, “I built it by myself. From every stone to every trace, it has inflicted my efforts. I spent 10,000 years to make it look like today, and I did nothing else during this period.”

Gu Qing couldn't help but be moved. No matter who it is, if he spends ten thousand years doing something, it will be difficult to find flaws in this matter. And doing something ten thousand years means that the other party has incredible concentration.

The Great Witch of Houji seemed to be just stating the facts and was not proud of them. He continued: "The Witch God Cult once destroyed. I was probably the only survivor. Then I established the Emperor's Capital, which gradually gave the Witch God Cult to the past. Does Mr. Gu know why this city is called the Emperor's Capital?"

Gu Qing shook his head.

Hou Ji showed a look of remembrance.

The great witch Fengyu couldn't help but listen carefully, and he didn't know this secret either.

Hou Ji was silent for a while before saying, "When the Witch God Cult was destroyed, I was rescued by a Taoist and placed in this mountain. I didn't know his name, and later many people came to chase him and called him "Emperor of Heaven". It turned out that the Taoist wanted to establish the heaven and incorporate all the gods and immortals into the heavens. From then on, the heavens and man were separated. The immortals, Buddhas, demons and monsters who were used to freedom and freedom did not like his approach, so the Taoist became their common enemy.

In the end, the Taoist disappeared on this mountain. And it is difficult for anyone to believe that the bizarre thing about this matter is said. Except for me, no one in the world knew that there was that Taoist. Later I realized that the period of time when his deeds had disappeared."
Chapter completed!