This is a place filled with smoke, but the smoke here is not the fog outside the castle, but a breath that makes people feel refreshed.

It’s like there are people burning incense and offering sacrifices here all year round, and the incense has accumulated for thousands of years.

"Buzz!"

At this time, the incense aura was stirred up in vain, and one of the spaces was twisted, and then a light tear apart the space, and two figures appeared.

When his feet fell on the ground, Yi Xiaoyao's slightly drowsy head immediately recovered from his awakening.

Then his eyes raised up immediately and scanned the strange environment around him.

“Where is this place?”

Yi Xiaoyao looked at the hazy space around him, showing a hint of surprise and shock.

The moment before, he was still in front of two trial passages at the entrance of the castle, and at this moment he actually came here.

Moreover, when he was pulled into this space, he clearly heard a sound.

"It seems that we have arrived inside this castle!"

Ou Huang, who was also surprised and suspicious, came next to him. He could feel that there was a huge fortune hidden in this space.

"A curious breath!"

Yi Xiaoyao sniffed the incense aura that was everywhere here, and then suddenly felt that when he inhaled these auras, it seemed that there was an energy in his body that he didn't know what it was.

Immediately, he followed the direction of the incense and walked forward.

Gradually, a simple and solemn shrine came into view, with more than ten tablets enshrined on it, and three incense sticks rippling with blue smoke.

The smoke around is generated by these three incense sticks.

But what surprised Yi Xiaoyao was that thousands of years had passed here, and incense continued to burn, which was really strange.

But his strangeness was soon attracted by the tablets offered by the shrine.

The tablet in the first row of the shrine is engraved with "The God Position of the First Ancestor Yi Wuming". There are two small characters in the lower right corner, marking Yi Wuming's cultivation level.

mortal.

In other words, the ancestor of the Bazhiyi clan was actually just an ordinary person.

The second row of tablets also has a name engraved, but the lower right corner is engraved with "Au Yin and Yang Realm".

The third column of tablets, the lower right corner, has changed into "Au Yu Nirvana Realm, Mind and Eye Life and Death Realm".

...

Until the last row of tablets, Yi Xiaoyao's eyes changed.

"Yi Wutian, Jiayu Tongtian Realm, Heart and Eye Tongtian Realm, Emperor Tongtian Realm!"

Although Yi Xiaoyao didn't know what the words "Au Yu, Min Yan, Emperor" meant, it was obvious that Yi Wutian's strength had already reached the Tongtian realm!

Moreover, from these tablets, Yi Xiaoyao also discovered a rule, that is, the ancestors of each generation of the Yi clan are getting stronger and stronger.

It was not just these who surprised Yi Xiaoyao. He even saw another tablet next to the tablet of Yi Wutian.

"The adopted son of the Yi clan, destroy the sky!"

At this time, Ou Huang, who was also observing these tablets, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

He also saw the tablet, which was actually engraved with Mie Tian’s name!

In the lower right corner of the Destroy Heaven tablet, there is also a line of small characters marked with cultivation.

"The Art of the Heavenly Realm."

Compared with the "Au Yu", "Ming Yan" on other tablets, and the "Emperor" unique to Yi Wutian, this "art" of Destroy Tian seems unique.

The information contained in this is really huge and incredible.

"It's over! I seem to have known some secrets that are ulterior motives. The sense of crisis that is even more terrible than death is already extremely strong!"

Ou Huang murmured with a pale face. He naturally understood the truth that the more he knew, the more miserable he died.

The next moment, his little eyes, which were so panicked that he looked around, suddenly flickered, and then screamed in horror.

Yi Xiaoyao looked in the direction of Ou Huang's eyes, and then he realized that there was a figure like a mummy in the hazy incense aura, sitting cross-legged in the corner.

Moreover, the figure seemed to be looking at him with his eyes open.

A creepy feeling arose from Yi Xiaoyao's heart.

There are still living people in this place that has been buried for thousands of years!

"Former...sen!"

Ou Huang quickly bowed to the figure and said in a trembling voice: "I just entered this place without intention, and even unintentionally got these secrets. Please ask me to give up my hand and let me go!"

However, the withered figure ignored Ou Huang at all and was still looking at Yi Xiaoyao quietly.

"What's your last name?"

After a while, the withered figure spat out a sound of vicissitudes and asked Yi Xiaoyao.

Yi Xiaoyao was slightly stunned, but still held his fists respectfully and replied: "My younger brother's surname is Yi, and his name is Xiaoyao."

"What?"

Ou Huang looked at Yi Xiaoyao in surprise. This guy was very quick to think about it. Knowing that this was the Yi clan ancestral temple, he lied that his surname was Yi and pretended to be a descendant of the Yi clan.

But this kind of information that even a little scheming person can think of, the withered figure has no doubt at all.

Because this dead figure is certain, Yi Xiaoyao can only have two surnames.

The first one is Yi.

And the second...

"What is the relationship between the sword clan and you?"

The withered figure asked again, as if he was confirming what.

"Sword Clan?"

Yi Xiaoyao's brows froze. He had heard of this race more than once. Xue You had believed that he was a member of the Sword Clan before.

"Although I have heard of the sword clan from others, I don't know what the sword clan is, and I have never had any contact with it."

He answered truthfully, and then asked, "I wonder if you can tell me what the sword clan is?"

Hearing Yi Xiaoyao's words, the dry figure seemed to have confirmed something, and a hint of joy appeared on his dry face.

The next moment, his joyfulness suddenly became cold due to Yi Xiaoyao's problem.

"The Sword Clan is a shame for my Yi Clan!"

The stern figure pointed at Yi Xiaoyao and shouted: "It's even more of your shame!"

Yi Xiaoyao was shocked by the sound and his heart trembled, but he immediately understood another meaning.

"Senior mean, am I a member of this Yi clan?"

Although he had already had this kind of conjecture, he was still a little excited after confirming this withered figure.

The withered figure suddenly burst into laughter.

"Not bad! You are a descendant of my Yi tribe. The sky has eyes, and my Yi tribe has not yet been defeated!"

Immediately afterwards, the man's dry eyes stared at Yi Xiaoyao with a splendid eyes and said, "But, the blood in your body, in addition to my Yi clan blood, also contains the blood of the sword clan. I guess... the thing hidden in your blood that has been hidden for thousands of years has completely awakened, right?"

Yi Xiaoyao was shocked when he heard this.

He had intuition that what this dead figure said, the thing hidden for thousands of years should refer to... the soul of the sword god!

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Chapter completed!