Zhang Yu walked up the stone stairs to the top of the altar.

The god who was killed just now called himself the son of the plague, so the altar he guarded should probably belong to the god of plague.

It's just that as far as he knows, the God of Plague was supposed to fight Xuanfu in the north, so there must be some purpose for deliberately leaving a god son here.

You must know that this is only a little more than a day's journey from Ruiguang City, and the two are too close, since he has already come here, then this matter must be figured out.

At the top of the altar, there is a tall temple gallery, also made of stones, but contrary to the grand appearance, there is only a small stone door on the front, which seems to be only accessible to one person.

He didn't sense anything unusual in his heart, so he lowered his head slightly and stepped into the stone door.

A corridor appeared ahead, flanked by an ancient corpse with an axe and spear, its weapon made of obsidian, and the handle was supposed to be of some unique plant, so it was still held in the hand of the good guy.

When he saw this, he was sure that this was the style of "Kuruinchi", and it seemed that it was indeed related to the god of plague.

When he learned that the idol he had obtained was related to the god of plague, he had tried to find out the origin of the god.

Interestingly, he discovered that this plague god had actually learned about it when he was studying ancient naturalism.

In fact, there is a very wide spread about this person, and it is an epic poem that circulates among many tribes, which is divided into two parts.

And the title of the god of plague has been given to it by believers over the decades.

The god of plagues, formerly known as "Imitri", was once the young king of Kuruinchi, a thriving ancient kingdom in the east of the Ansan Mountains, deep in the continent, whose kingdom was at war with the ancient kingdom of Bloody Yang and was destroyed by the latter.

The king fled deep into the rainforest with the last of his people. In order to take revenge, he prayed for strength from many gods, and a god named "Indemi" responded to him, and since then he has been blessed with divine power and the ability to create gods.

It took him a hundred years to create powerful weapons and reproduce a thousand descendants with divine powers, so he led his heirs to launch a battle of revenge against the Blood Sun Gods.

But in the end, the battle was still lost, and in order to kill him, the gods of the Ancient Kingdom of Blood Sun threw him into the mouth of the hellfire, and incinerated his body with the help of the flames and molten rock there.

But before the war, Imitri had left a little finger of his left hand to his wife named "Sumida", who went to the Peak of Qigris and prayed that a goddess there would get the "mud basin of the world" and made the body of Imitri, and when he finally pressed the little finger of his left hand, Imitri was reborn.

But this newborn body does not have any memories of the past, so he does not know his wife.

Sumida had no choice but to pray to the goddess again, and learned that only the "Most High" prophecy could awaken her husband.

The next story is the second half of the epic, and it is a series of experiences of this woman going to the land of death.

In the end, Sumida uses her sacrifice to awaken her husband's memory, while "Imitri" completes revenge in grief and destroys the ancient kingdom of Bloodyang.

At the end of the epic, Imitri walks the ladder to the "highest" place, trying to find his wife there.

At this time, Zhang Yu had already walked to the corridor and came to the inner floor, which looked like a sacrificial hall with a spacious space, but there was nothing around it.

Yet he paused and looked ahead.

He could feel that at the end of the road, behind the last wall, a stream of heat was wafting from there.

His heart moved, he stepped forward, reached out and pressed on it, then took two steps back, and the light on his body soared violently, and he struck the wall with his fist.

There was a bang in the hall.

It was only a moment later that a small cracking sound was heard, centered on the place where his fist touched, and cracks spread outward, and in the end, the entire wall collapsed with a bang.

Zhang Yu looked over, this was an extremely spacious temple, and there was a statue of a god who was tall and tall in the middle, which looked extremely ugly, but the appearance was exactly the same as the statue he had bought on the Daifuku.

God of the Plague!

And as soon as the wall collapsed, a hot stream floated out of the idol and surged towards him.

He also smelled a smell of blood here, and when he swept his gaze, he noticed that behind the idol, there were actually mounds of corpses, all of them spiritual creatures.

The entire idol was shrouded in a faint layer of blood.

His eyes froze, there should only be one possibility for such a sacrifice.

Divine power transfer!

It is likely that this is a place of transfer arranged by the plague god, and this idol is the body of the god that he will be anchored in when he comes.

In fact, the body of the alien god is not chosen at random, in order to be able to withstand the existence of divine power, it is usually made of special materials, and it needs to go through a long period of sacrifice and worship in advance.

Only in the last resort will the gods choose to replace them with human beings, but this is not the worst, in fact, there is a worse way than this......

After realizing this, Zhang Yu immediately took out the gold ring in his pocket, pulled out the buckle on it, put it back on, and quickly stepped forward, took off his gloves, and pressed his hand on the forehead of the idol.

Suddenly, those hot currents rolled in, constantly transferring towards his body, and in his eyes, there were countless tiny electric lights flickering.

I don't know how long it took, but the source energy in the statue was all absorbed by him, and then it shattered, shattered into countless pieces, and after falling to the ground, it turned into a cloud of powder.

But before he could see how much he had gained this time, the entire temple suddenly reverberated with a great vibration, and it was accompanied by bursts of roars,

The ancient corpses that stood on both sides of the corridor were all shattered into powder, and gravel and dust were constantly falling from the top.

At the same time, there was a faint glow on the surrounding walls.

When Zhang Yu saw this scene, he immediately judged that the other party's divine power was transferred to this altar, but he didn't know where the other party's divine power would fall without the statue?

Seeing that the temple was shaking, and the shaking was getting more and more violent, he withdrew and quickly retreated from here, and came to the spacious platform outside.

When he got outside, he found that in addition to the altar in front of him, there were several lights rising in the distance, but it was not as grand as here, and it was still coming out of the ground, and he immediately reacted that there should be several smaller altars below.

Soon, he saw the earth on the ground being lifted, and then several dried corpses crawled out of it, and as they moved, the blood vessels of the internal organs grew from the shriveled bone skin, the muscles gradually plumped, and the skin became smooth and moist again from the folds.

There were five people, two men and three women, all of whom were generally handsome, and when they came out, colorful patterns emerged from their toned bodies, from their ankles, all the way to their cheeks, instead of clothing.

Then he heard the sound of solid and powerful footsteps in the temple from which he had just exited, and when he turned around, he saw a tall, sturdy young man with two stone axes in his hand, coming out of it.

He has a typical Ansan ancient race, with soft facial features, a very clear facial contour, thick and slender black eyebrows, deep and melancholy eyes, full and coordinated body muscles, and a strange charm exuding throughout the body.

Zhang Yu drew his sword horizontally, his big sleeves fluttered, and he stood in front of this person, and said in the "Kuruinchi language": "Imitri?"

The young man's footsteps suddenly stopped, his face showed a look of remembrance and reminiscence, his deep eyes seemed to become more melancholy, he looked at Zhang Yu, and said in a magnetic voice: "It's been a long time since anyone called me this name, for thousands of years you have been one, Tianxia people." ”

At this time, the five handsome men and women jumped up, landed around Zhang Yu one after another, and looked at him with unkind eyes.

One of them said: "Father, it's these Tianxia people again." ”

"Yes, it seems like they're all over the place. ”

"I can feel his immense vitality and spirituality, this is a powerful divine descendant. ”

"Father, after killing him, can I make my clothes out of his beautiful skin?"

Zhang Yu stood there with a calm expression in his hand with the Xia Sword in his hand, unmoved by these threatening words, and he said lightly: "Do you know why you can always meet Tianxia people?"

The young man seemed to be curious about this question, and thought about it very seriously, and asked, "Why?"

Zhang Yu raised his eyes to look at him, and said slowly: "Because what you are standing under your feet is the territory of Tianxia, and what is shrouded above your heads is the sky of Tianxia!"

Just as his words fell, there was a slamming sound, as if something had burst through the air, and a long sword with flickering fire fell from the sky, snatched it, and stuck it on the ground in front of the young man.

In mid-air, a young Taoist in a cyan Taoist robe floated there, surrounded by light and fire, his eyes swept a few strange gods below, and then looked at Zhang Yudao: "Senior brother, it's not too late for me to come, right?"

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