Chapter 2168 The seventh floor of the temple: People on the altar
"Alice, you follow behind, don't get too close." Bing Zhixie arranged the situation of the team, and it was up to him and the injured The lighter Venedin went to the front, while Hayate stayed behind to protect the wounded.
At this time Fuzi had woken up. He and his father Tyson looked at the sky with excitement: "Sand God, this is the Sand God."
"Although it is only the body, I have already Feel its greatness and terror." Tyson's words were full of admiration and awe: "You said people live. What's the purpose of it? Compared with living a life of mediocrity, my life is worth more than most people if I can see such a wonder."
Fuzi nodded repeatedly: "The great Sand God. Ah, even though it has been dead for a long time, its existence is still shocking.”
Tyson summed it up: "Speaking of which, if you hadn't been interested in the culture of the antiques at home when you were a child, I wouldn't have decided to delve into the civilization behind them. I can only be regarded as a professional antique collector and an ordinary adventurer. "
Fuzzy said: "Father, you often tell me the deeds of those ancient heroes. You can tell the origin of every ancient artifact very clearly. Tao, how I hope that I can become those people in the story in the future. You and the teacher have taught me that people should set up dreams and set a great goal from an early age, regardless of whether they can achieve it or not. There is a goal there, and there will be a direction to work towards in life."
"Hahahaha..." Tyson laughed heartily.
Detach from the floating island at your feet, jump to another floating island, and jump higher into the air step by step. There is a shrine similar to a house on these floating islands. Most of the shrines are made of jade or gold. The walls are painted with a base color, with gold and silver leaves or other complicated patterns on them. What is offered inside is not a god, but a handful of golden sand, and gold and silver utensils are placed in front of the altar. These artifacts are all ritual artifacts used to worship gods. Different shrines come from different countries and tribes, and in different eras, the ritual artifacts used in ritual rituals are also different.
Weinedin told Bing Zhixie that all the sand came from the Lord of Sand. The ancestors here could not and did not dare to directly offer sacrifices to the Sand God. It was considered to be disrespectful and blasphemous to the divine power. Therefore, the ancient ancestors used special methods to 'obtain' the gold sand from the Sand God and offer it as a sacrifice. After completing the ceremony on the floating island, they would leave from the gate of the earth. Only kings, leaders and great wizards could go to the altar to have a glimpse. The power of the Sand God is mostly just a glance and words of blessing. Only a few people who think they have made meritorious deeds dare to stay on the altar.
Bing Zhixie looked back and saw that Alice and the others were about the same distance apart. After climbing and jumping for about an hour, Bing Zhixie gradually entered the area shrouded in brown-red light. At this time, he stopped going up, not only because he was tired, but also because he discovered something.
Weinedin was very tired. An hour of continuous air climbing was a task that consumed a lot of physical energy and magic power no matter who it was. He stood next to Bing Zhixie, breathing heavily, and raised his head. Let’s look up into the sky together. They saw a black spot, a very conspicuous black spot. Under the brown-red light curtain, this black spot was more conspicuous than other floating islands, showing that it was different.
"Yes, that's the altar." Venedin launched a summoning formation, and in the light, Bess, the God of Requiem, appeared with its white silk-like wings. As soon as this beast came out, it was attracted by a certain aura coming from above its head. Compared with people, monsters often have more keen perceptions and can detect auras that humans cannot sense. Venedin jumped down on the guardian and waved to Bing Zhixie.
Bing Zhixie jumped up and said: "Did you feel anything?"
"What?"
"Sand. The breath of sand, and..." Bing Zhixie was wondering: "I don't know what the other breath is, a mysterious and strange feeling..."
Photographed by Venedin Patting the guardian under him: "My Beth's perception is very sharp, and it also discovered something. What surprises me is that your perception ability is actually comparable to that of my guardian." He said with a smile.
"Your joke is not funny." Bing Zhixie signaled: "Let's go up."
As the black spot got closer and closer, they gradually saw the black spot clearly. The appearance of a huge floating island. This floating island was completely built artificially. It is not like other semi-natural stone islands. Its appearance is purple-red, with one side close to the slanting brown-red curtain in the sky, but the central area of the island has the texture of golden sand. There are some things placed on it, which are also gold and silver in color. These two completely different styles exist together and are obviously reconstructions in different periods. What surprised both of them at the same time was a person standing in the center of the floating island.
This man is wearing a large ice blue robe, and in his hand is a long butterfly staff with wings spread like silver frost and white snow. His white hair reaches past his ears and shoulders, and a tall crown of ceremonial crown is worn on his head with irreversible majesty. The jewelry on his body shone with a cold light, and his face could not be seen, but he could feel his noble and extraordinary temperament like pure white jade. Bing Zhixie could even imagine what he looked like out of thin air.
Venedin's eyes calmed down, and although his face was expressionless, he looked solemn: "Alonso, the Nightmare, is one of the four strongest swordsmen in the world today."
St. Isla Standing motionless in the altar, he held the Butterfly Dream Staff in his left hand, with crystal butterflies of ice floating around the long staff. He held a thin long sword in his right hand, and the tip of the sword pointed to the end of the altar hidden by the red curtain. There seemed to be a large purple-black throne, with a figure sitting and lying on the seat.
No one moved. The ice-blue robe seemed to be floating in the wind, floating extremely slowly. Four ferocious animal heads protruded from both ends of the throne, floating up and down in the brown-red curtain light. They seemed to be roaring with teeth, and looked like dragons, crocodiles, snakes, and lizards. It was impossible to tell that they were the heads of some kind of monster, but they did not appear to be natural, but more like artificially carved decorations. "What is he doing?"
The following people came to the floating island where Bing Zhixie was. It was not far or near from the altar, and people with poor eyesight could not see clearly. The situation on the stage was such that even the throne hidden under the brown-red light curtain could not be clearly seen.
"Where is the treasure?" Zach asked curiously. He didn't care whether it was a god or not. Getting a priceless treasure was his purpose here, even though he had already gained something.
Solatum said: "The thing must be on the altar." He took two steps forward, already eager to take a look.
Weinedin Hengjian blocked it and said, "Don't go there, it's dangerous."
"Where is the danger? I haven't seen any danger." Fuzzy poked his head behind him curiously. He took Alice's hand and asked: "Sister, have you seen it?"
Alice shook her head. She saw the same thing as everyone else, only a person standing there motionless. . She turned her gaze to her master Bing Zhixie in confusion, but Bing Zhixie kept staring at the scene that seemed to be frozen on the altar.
After a while, about seven or eight minutes, Wyckoff said impatiently: "I didn't see anything. What happened? What did you see, Blast, Shakhan, Dajiao?"
"I didn't see anything, but..." Sora Tumu looked at the others inexplicably. Except for Bing Zhixie and Weiding, everyone else had a blank look on their faces, including Gale, Pan and Tusi Xiong. They were simply standing here because they believed in Bing Zhixie and Wei Ding. Nitin's judgment and wait for their answer.
The sweat on Venedin's face fell drop by drop, and the leather jacket on his shoulders was wet, but he didn't even bother to wipe it off. Toast Bear looked at Pan questioningly.
Pan pointed and said: "I know what is happening there, but I don't know what is happening there."
Haifeng didn't know how long his injured companion could last, and when he saw Bing Zhixie After being silent for a long time, he raised the magic in his hand: "No matter what it is, just try it with magic and you will know."
"Don't move~!" Venedin tried to stop him, but it was still a step too late. I saw several powerful wind blades shot by the strong wind flying towards the altar. There were a few bang bang bangs. The situation in front of me was like breaking the illusion of the curtain. Suddenly, an extremely huge magical power impacted from far to near. Bing Zhixie reacted quickly and teleported away with some of the people. Gale was also prepared, and the strong wind swept everyone away. All nearby floating islands were hit by magical energy and pushed far away by the parallel force.
Bingzhixie weaves open the magic ice barrier and hides behind the floating island. Gale was surprised: "What's going on?"
Bing Zhixie said: "It's probably the power of the Sand God."
"What?" Gale was puzzled.
Bingzhixie said: "Light is locked by gravity. It cannot escape the scope of gravity, so the scene we see is almost frozen. That's because only the outermost layer of light is moving slowly. Dispersed, the corpse of the Lord of Sand locked the light, creating an illusion of condensed light.”
Hayate felt chills running down his spine after hearing this. What kind of power was this that prevented Hikaru from escaping.
After the impact, everyone flew back to the floating island and looked towards the direction of the altar. The scene had changed drastically. What they saw was a shocking battle between a black dragon and its owner and another figure!
"Devil Dragon Sephis..." St. Yis stood at the head of the dragon and raised his staff high. The ice wave followed, and the magic was mixed with dragon flames and struck out at once: "...billions of dragon flames. Hao The Dragon Tribulation~! "
The black dragon's breath destroys all evil obstacles, but the person facing it laughs confidently...
(End of this chapter)