My name is Zeng Jing, the son-in-law of a wealthy family, but I have time powers

There is a man sitting in front of the statue of the witch god.

The shriveled body seemed ready to die at any time.

His eyes were lifeless and lifeless.

"You came?"

"What do you mean? Do you know me?" Zeng Jing was very strange and mysterious.

"I don't know you, but you have the aura of the Witch Clan about you."

"I'm from the Wu Clan, not from the Wu Clan."

"Before the creation of the world, there were only demon clans and witch clans in the world. This is the so-called demon world and witch clan."

"There are no humans?" Zeng Jing couldn't believe it.

"The demon clan controls the sky, and the witch clan controls the earth. Nuwa created humans, and some people say that humans are food created by the witch clan. The legend is not credible, but humans must have appeared later."

"Sorry, I'm human." Zeng Jing expressed her opinion.

"Humanity's ability is to imitate and evolve. You have already begun to evolve into a shaman god. You have no self or form. What does it matter? They are all lives. As long as they have the value of existence, why should you care about who you are?"

Zeng Jing thoughtfully said, "I have no self or form. Is it to make myself forget my identity and focus on the inheritance and evolution of life?"

The two chatted for a long time.

Zeng Jing wanted to worship the witch god statue.

Master Tianwu smiled slightly and said, "It's getting late. Let's take a shower and change clothes tomorrow."

In the wooden building at the foot of the mountain, Zeng Jing washed herself clean.

You can get up early tomorrow morning to show your sincerity.

Just as I was getting ready to go to bed, there was a knock on the door.

When Zeng Jing opened the door, there was a fairy standing outside.

Shura beauties are truly unique and breathtaking.

"Beauty, what can I do?"

"Master Shaman God, the shaman maiden has come to pay homage to you."

Zeng Jing's heart was pounding, and it was too difficult to refuse.

"I...I...didn't...ask anyone...to accompany..."

"We, the Wu clan, have the rules of entertaining guests. We use the most beautiful girls to entertain the most distinguished guests."

"Am I an honored guest?"

"Of course, you are the only distinguished guest for so many years."

"You and I don't know each other. Isn't that not good?"

The witch closed the door and threw herself into Zeng Jing's arms.

The fragrance blows against my face and the touch on my hands is so beautiful.

In less than a minute, Zeng Jing no longer knew where she was.

When I woke up in the morning, the witch was still sleeping soundly.

Zeng Jing quickly took another bath.

It was almost noon by the time we climbed up to the Witch Temple.

There was a smile that couldn't be concealed in Tian Wu Taoist's eyes.

Zeng Jing blushed for a while, feeling that he had seen through her.

Finally saw the witch god statue.

The hand of the idol is held tightly.

"It has been passed down from generation to generation by the Witch Clan that the Witch God holds the God of War Armor, which is divided into six parts: heart protection, arm protection, knee protection, helmet, fist gloves, and combat boots."

Zeng Jing stretched out her hand, and as soon as it touched the palm of the statue, she opened her hand, and a ring fell out of her hand, which was put directly on Zeng Jing's middle finger.

Zeng Jing was startled and used her spiritual power to get rid of him.

The ring suddenly turned into a glove wrapped around the hand.

"Is this the Witch God's glove? What effect does it have?"

"It can deliver twice the power and a huge increase in punch speed."

"How to put it away?"

"It can be controlled with your mind."

"Take it." Sure enough, the glove turned into a ring again.

"Why only one?"

"I don't know. You should find the truth yourself."

Zeng Jing held the statue's hand again.

He silently said "send me back" in his mind.

In a flash of silver light, Zeng Jing's figure disappeared.

Master Tianwu was silent for a long time.

"The day when Lord Witch God returns is not far away."

When I opened my eyes, I was back in the Golden Crow Fantasy Land.

Her skill seemed to be restored, and power flowed through Zeng Jing's body, as if there was something extra.

Zeng Jing didn’t want to disturb the Golden Eagle Sect anymore.

So he held the hand of the Wushen statue and returned to the cave of Wuyun Sect again.