In front of the sword tablet in the tomb of the witch God, ye QingHan suddenly pulled out his sword and carved three sword marks on the sword tablet.


    Yin Yin!


    The sword light flashed and the sword marks appeared, but when ye QingHan thought he could pass, the sword monument healed automatically, as if he had never been attacked.


    Ye QingHan frowned. The sword tablet didn''t expect to heal automatically. It belongs to a self-healing defense artifact.


    If you want to leave an engraved sword on the sword tablet, the sword speed must be fast to the limit, leaving irreparable damage to the sword tablet, just like wounding the enemy. When a sword comes out, the wound will never be repaired until the blood runs out and dies!


    Only by doing this can we pass the test.


    Ye QingHan stands with his sword in his arms, beating the handle with his fingertips, brewing sword Qi. He doesn''t use the sword in his hand. He always feels that the sword will break with a little force. His talent for learning sword is much worse than that of Gu Qingyu and others.


    Sing!


    Boom!


    Ye QingHan pulled out his sword again and tried his best to draw three sword lights directly. When the divine sword touched the sword monument, the sword broke and the sword marks appeared, which could not be healed for a long time!


    WOW!


    One divides into two. The sword is as like as two peas, split from the middle, and a passage is seen behind the road. But the passage is still blocked up, the stone tablets are identical, but the stone tablet is no longer a sword mark, it is a palm print.


    Ye QingHan walked over with the divine bird and pressed his right hand in the palm print. The size was just right, but the stone tablet didn''t respond at all.


    Ye QingHan mobilized the power of blood and five elements poured into the stone tablet.


    This is the Necromancer''s cemetery. Even if there is inheritance, it will be left to the witch people. Ye QingHan does not lack the blood of the witch family, but also has the most advanced five element Taoist body of the witch family. The stone tablet was inspired by the five element elements and the blood of the witch family. It immediately became a masterpiece and directly arrested ye QingHan.


    Ye QingHan only felt that when his eyes lit up, the tomb * * had a unique cave, just like a fairyland on earth. The divine flowers swayed and the green willows swayed. Any flower and grass should turn into a human shape, with wisdom and spirituality.


    The time and space here are almost forbidden. At least ye QingHan doesn''t feel the passing of space. No matter the vicissitudes of the outside world, it is still beautiful.


    There are mountains and water ahead. A valley is lush and dotted with thousands of flowers. It has a powerful aura.


    But there is a green wood coffin. I don''t know how long it has been there, but there is a residual shadow next to the coffin. There is no will and no soul. I watched ye QingHan come in and just took a slight look. This look made ye QingHan fall into an ice cave, as if he could kill him with his will.


    However, the residual shadow doesn''t seem to care about ye QingHan, as if looking at an ordinary bird.


    "Is he dead or alive?" the bird whispered.


    Ye QingHan shook his head and hurriedly turned his head. He didn''t look at the residual shadow. The eyes were really frightening. His cultivation might be more frightening than the Lord of Jiuyou.


    "Descendants of the witch family... Come to worship their ancestors!"


    Just as ye QingHan was looking to leave, a sad voice exploded in the sea.


    Ye QingHan was shocked. Looking at the residual shadow, he found that this sentence was not what he said, but more like it came out of the coffin. He couldn''t help but blow up some feathers. The divine bird opened its wings and white hairs stood up.


    "Three generations of witches and gods... Do they really exist forever?"


    Ye QingHan doesn''t understand the existence of that level. How many million years? Millions of years, even thousands of years! It''s incredible that they can feel their arrival!


    But ye QingHan still went to the green wood coffin, knelt down slowly and said respectfully, "younger ye QingHan, meet the three generations of witches!"


    The coffin had no reaction, but the shadow stared at him and made him sweat and dare not move.


    "Does the witch race still... Exist?" the sad voice remembered again, full of sadness and despair.


    Ye QingHan knelt respectfully in front of the coffin and replied in a deep voice, "there is little left of the witch family. It has been completely lonely. All the ancient witchcraft have been broken, not to mention the ancient witchcraft!"


    "You Huang is in power, old and incompetent! How sad it is that there are no successors!"


    Ye QingHan was silent. The old man in front of him seemed to be what the Lord of Jiuyou said. He was a three-generation witch God.


    In those days, the witch God could call the wind and rain, change Yin and Yang, pursue the wind and day by day, and regenerate the creation. Now he still turns into a wisp of dead souls, practices Taoism for millions of years, and is buried in an inch of land once.


    "Are you willing to expand the witch family and reproduce the glory of the witch God?"


    Boom!


    The lid of the coffin opened automatically, and a dry body stood up. It was bony, without a trace of flesh and blood. Its eyes were deep and concave, so deep that people didn''t dare to look directly at it.


    Ye QingHan can be sure that the three generations of witches are not dead! This is by no means the performance of a dead man.


    "The younger generation is willing to lead the witch family to the peak again!" ye QingHan dare not look up. The three generations of witches are too strong for him to imagine. He believes that as long as the witches are willing, he can cut off the median plane!


    "It''s also a chance for you to come here! I''ll give you a piece of witchcraft first. If you can cultivate to the state of Dacheng and unify this median plane, I''ll give you higher and stronger witchcraft, give you a chance to fight in the upper plane and let you see the grand myths of the wild era!" the three generations of witches looked down at ye QingHan and said in a deep voice.


    Ye QingHan did not reply, waiting for the three generations of witches to continue to speak.


    Sure enough, the skinny hands of the three generations of witches appeared with an iron scroll and a palm sized seal, saying, "this seat gives you ancient witchcraft, ten square return to one, and then gives you ten square seals for artifact. When you practice to a great level, one seal can suppress one boundary! Heaven and earth can be unified, and you can press it with a wave."


    Ye QingHan greeted with both hands and respectfully took over the iron roll and the ten square seal. He couldn''t see what level of secret art it was, twelve or thirteen products, nor could he see whether the ten square seal was a superior artifact or the legendary best superior artifact, but it''s certain that the things that the old man can take out will not be bad!


    Gently open the iron scroll, first of all, a divine light rushed into the sea of knowledge, which is the inheritance of ancient witch language. He can easily read the originally difficult witch language at the moment.


    "Heaven and earth are divided into ten parts. Waving hands to accept heaven and earth, one eye will be able to touch nine days, ten parts can be printed, and the gods can be pressed!"


    Ye QingHan doesn''t understand the meaning of this sentence, but he understands the momentum contained in this sentence. When he cultivates to a great level, he can bear a boundary plane and a will beyond nine days!


    The ten square seal can suppress any worship!


    "Is this the legendary top superior artifact?" ye QingHan, holding the ten square seal, felt the endless warm divine power, involuntarily rushed into the body and transformed his divine personality. He couldn''t help but be shocked. Even the divine personality can be transformed. He is worthy of being a superior artifact.


    "I''m a second-generation witch God, Emperor Huangtian. From today on, you are my registered disciple. You can be a closed disciple when you practice to the upper God worship. Now you step back. If you don''t practice to the upper God worship, you will never enter the cemetery! Remember not to reveal my position."


    With a big hand, the old man directly arrested ye QingHan and blinked again. Ye QingHan and the divine bird had appeared in the valley outside Jue Shen mountain.


    The prediction of the Lord of Jiuyou is wrong. This is not the cemetery of the third generation of witches, but the hiding place of the second generation of witches!