Chapter 393 Holy Son-in

This divine transfer is an extremely profound witchcraft. As soon as the spiritual power is locked, their eyes are like Sang Mingyu's own eyes, which can hear and see everything they touch. According to the records of the witchcraft classics, when the spiritual power is at its highest, with the help of the person who has won the divine transfer, the caster can see the scene thousands of miles away.

However, Sang Mingyu always couldn't believe that he had such a terrible magic power, because his own divine transfer skill could reach a hundred feet away, and it would be blurred after a little more. According to his speculation, even if the master is young, I'm afraid he can only reach two or three miles.

Fortunately, in the Yanhuang Temple, a hundred feet is enough.

After the two saints entered the Yanhuang Temple, there was a spacious space in front of them, as if it were a hall, but there was nothing else in the hall, but there was a thick fog floating in the center. The thick fog expanded and contracted like life, and wisps of fog filled the hall.

There is no one in the hall. It is not surprising that this Sang Mingyu can sneak into the place where Wu Yu lives without being noticed. The divine transfer I gave to these two saints can't even guarantee whether it will be seen through by Ziyin. Let's bet on luck!

The two saints did not dare to look at the cloud. At a glance, they glanced past like an electric shock and hurried into a palace on the left. This palace is actually a strange circle. The sky is round, and the top is like a dome. I don't know how to build it. The real stars actually appear from the roof. The roof is engraved with thin lines crisscrossed. Although others don't know why, Sang Mingyu understands at a glance that he uses this longitude and latitude line to locate the world and observe the trajectory of the celestial bodies.

The innermost wall of the palace is a concave and convex transparent thing. Sang Mingyu looked through the eyes of the two saints and suddenly saw Diqiu City at a glance! He couldn't help but be stunned. He sat in front of the door of Yanhuang and looked up. Suddenly, he saw a slight light in the right side of the Yellow Emperor's eyes. Only then did he understand that this palace was actually the position of the Yellow Emperor's eyes!

Sang Mingyu was surprised that the person who built this Yanhuang Temple was really a magic work, which was amazing. He looked around through the eyes of the two saints, but he saw that the room was empty, and there was only a straw mat and several cases on the ground in the middle. Countless small grids were chiseled on the surrounding walls, and a row of them was full of tortoise shells. There are also several tortoise shells on several cases, which are full of handwriting.

The saint above ten thousand people under one person in the wilderness, Qi Ziyin, was facing the transparent porthole, knelt on the straw mat, and looked at the several tortoise shells in front of him and frowned. It is said that Mizi is nearly 50 years old, but he looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties. He is almost handsome. Since Sang Mingyu entered the wilderness, he has never seen such a handsome man. There is no wrinkle on his white skin, his nose is high, his lips are wide, and his face is as sculptural as a knife and an axe.

Especially those two eyes, which are as dark as a pool of water, gushing out a strong attraction. Even if Sang Mingyu looked through the eyes of the two saints, he also felt a dizziness in his brain. His eyes were sucked firmly by him, as if he had touched a magnet, and he could hardly move away. His heart was shocked and his mental strength was strong, so he reluctantly looked away. Suddenly, I was shocked again - this faint eyes didn't even have pupils!

The whole eyeballs are completely dark like a dark night, and they are not as white as ordinary people. This extremely strange appearance made Sang Mingyu's heart alert. He suddenly recalled the legend of Mi Ziyin in the wilderness. This man was born with a pair of yin and yang eyes, up through the nine heavens and down nine earths, and any illusory thing between heaven and earth will be revealed in his eyes.

Sang Mingyu's psychology fluctuated, and he knew that his magic move was a pediatrician in front of him, which was useless at all. But then he was a little strange. Ziyin didn't seem to be in high interest and didn't notice that his two saints had been secretly tampered with.

Sang Mingyu was very strange. He faintly felt that there was an extremely strange mental fluctuation in the stone room, which just covered up his spiritual power. However, when searching around, there was no one else except a few shadows in the corner that could not be illuminated by lights and candles.

"Dinging letter, secret beard." At this time, the son frowned and said, "You two are so late. You are not in the turtle back city. What are you doing here?"

"Master... There are some things that my disciples think must report to you as soon as possible." He is a little older. He is also 50 years old, but he is incompetent. He looks much older than Ziyin, "Disciple..."

"Say it!" Ziyin seemed to be quite impatient and waved his hand.

"Actually, it's nothing." Mi Xu coughed a few times and hesitated, "In the evening, the Yu tribe's convoy arrived in Diqiu and sent this year's sacrificial ceremony."

"Oh?" Mi Zi said strangely, "Why is it so early this year? Yu Gifu is a stingy person, and it will be very fast if it can be delivered in the middle of spring every year.

He smiled and said, "Master, it's too late. In a few days, it will be the wedding day of his son Yao Chonghua and the two princesses, Ehuang and Nu Ying. He will have to send a bride price, right? Instead of giving a betrothal gift now and a sacrificial gift in a few months, it's better to send it together, which is less expensive.

Mi Zi smiled faintly and said, "You two are also very thorough about Yu Jun's character. Well, in the past two years, the Yu tribe has been prosperous, but Yu Jun's stinginess is as usual. What sacrifices did he send this year?

"The disciple has been count it with the people of Wumen. According to the usual practice, the Wumen will get 70%, and the remaining 30% is ours." The secret beard.

"Bum!" Mizi's expression did not change, but he suddenly patted a few cases and said angrily, "I asked you to report the list of sacrifices. Who asked you about the division of the witch gate?"

The two saints were shocked and hurriedly bowed down and said in panic: "Yes... Yes, Master, the sacrificial gifts sent to me by Mr. Yu this year are 50 catties of gold, 500 catties of bronze, 100 cattle, sheep and dolphins, one thousand pieces of skins of each color, 500 stones of grain, 50 square meters of yellow, blue and purple four-color jade, and 100 pieces of silk. , five hundred pieces of hemp, Ge and brown fabrics each..."

When the letters came one by one, Sang Mingyu was extremely stunned when he heard it. After all, he was a teenager from an isolated island in the East China Sea. He really didn't expect to make money like this. For a single tribe, the annual sacrificial ceremony was so rich. This is still 30% of the dragonfly gate, plus the 70% taken by the witch gate, the number is huge enough to kill people.

"These bastards, no wonder they all want to be witches." Sang Mingyu muttered, "The tribute of this tribe for a year is worth the total harvest of my Kongsang tribe for ten years!"