The idol laughed wildly with a dull knife grinding on the stone, and said, "You are clever enough to guess that I am using meditation, but do you know that meditation can not only create illusions on enemies light years away, but also summon vengeful spirits to attack enemies?"

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This time, he really wanted to escape.

But he couldn't move his feet.

With a bang, the heavy sword was stuck on the floor.

The idol raised his hands flat, looking in the direction of the Western Sanctuary, and muttered words in his mouth.

Its whole body seemed to be beginning to burn, and it shone brightly, saying, "Since the age of mythology, human beings have carried out their own patron gods, attacking each other or killing each other. Therefore, for thousands of years, the vast history of mankind has actually been a cruel history of blood. Countless souls who have died under the control of war, intrigue, and ambition have become evil spirits and have provoked greater slaughter everywhere. In order to seal these resentful spirits, God built temples in various places to seal their resentments. ”

With that, the idol pulled out the heavy sword that had been stuck in the ground again.

He clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands and raised it diagonally at 80 degrees.

The tip of the sword was in the direction of the Western Sanctuary.

In a voice that seemed to be chanting, with a heavy feeling of curse in the hallucina, he said in a deep voice: "Ah, undead from hell, please wipe away the blood that blinds you." Now, I will break the seal that imprisoned your bodies, turn into hatred and strength, and awaken from my slumber again. With the mountain as a knife and the earth as a shield, you can vent your hatred with the white bones and heavy blood. Come out, stretch out your God's prayerd hand, and tear this terrible sin to pieces, and your souls will be liberated and born again. ”

As soon as the words ended, the sky began to tremble.

The whole temple began to shake.

Little by little, the earth cracked.

Countless black dots slowly stretched out from the cracked earth, expanding ......

When I saw it clearly, I realized that those black spots were actually ...... Hand.

Countless hands, little by little, stretched out from the cracked dirt.

It is like bamboo shoots that break through the soil after rain.

Hold hard, clutch.

Then, one by one, there were heads and countless bodies.

Oh, that's a skeleton.

A skeleton that had been dead for an unknown amount of time scrambled through the dirt, cracked through the bricks, and slammed out of the dirt, crawling out, jumping out.

Dense, like ants moving before the rain.

One by one, they raised their hands and surrounded Wen Zhuyuan.

And everywhere they passed, it was a mess.

As they walked toward Wen Zhuyuan, they casually picked up pillars, stools, bricks, and everything else they could handle in their hands and used them as weapons to attack Wen Zhuyuan.

Wen Zhuyuan's face changed greatly.

These are by no means illusions.

Because the claws of these skeletons grasped his body, and the "weapons" in the hands of the skeletons hit his body, there was a real sense of pain.

He let out a loud cry and drew his sword sharply.

He used the place where Ning Shouxin, Meng Lang, and Minghui fell to the ground as a defensive area, and carried out a Jedi counterattack against the besieging skeletons.

He wields his sword!

- The skeleton is shattered.

He cut out!

- The skeleton is shattered.

Although his swordsmanship is good, although his strength is sufficient, every time he comes out of the sword, a skeleton will be shattered.

However, it is densely packed here, and I don't know how many skeletons there are.

He couldn't cut it all at all, and he couldn't kill it all.

Just when he was desperate, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and he slowly collapsed.

The sore spot, with blood, burst out.

Blood, dripping on the ground.

But instead of immediately drying up in the dirt, the blood suddenly swelled, grew bigger, and bigger......

In just the blink of an eye, a drop of blood, which was so small that it could have been negligible, actually slowly swelled into an ocean of blood around him.

What's even more terrifying is that the river of blood is actually boiling.

The boiling river of blood, stretching in the temple, stretches ......

Towards the skeletons that came up to them.

In the boiling river of blood, there seemed to be a demonic mysterious power, slowly pulling the skeleton in, devouring, drowning, and gradually turning into a cloud of white vapor......

All the skeletons that had awakened with resentment and anger, with eternal despair, slowly fell into the river of blood, slowly melting and disappearing......

I don't know where the wind is blowing......

Blowing across the boiling river of blood......

The river of blood turned into a puff of dust and was blown away.

Even so, the temple and the idol disappeared.

In front of you, it is still the dilapidated temple.

The idol of the god is still left behind the door.

Wen stopped far away, still lying on the god case.

Everything was like a dream.

And the only thing that can prove that this is not a dream is Ning Shouxin, Meng Lang and Minghui, who are lying on the ground and still unconscious, as well as the pain on their bodies.

Wen Zhuyuan was still a little hurt when he was hit in the chest just now.

At the wound, a drop of dried blood was condensed.

Wen Zhuyuan supported the ground with his sword and slowly stood up.

He wiped the drop of blood with his index finger and sucked it on the side of his mouth, with a really sweet smell.

As if he had suddenly remembered something, he jumped down from the shrine and rushed to the temple gate as fast as he could, looking out.

I saw that on the dilapidated grassy slope outside the door, Ionos, who was full of long brown hair, just put away his golden longbow, hid it in his sleeve, and walked towards him.

The current Ionos has a distressing aura of falling.

I saw that he was disheveled and his face was black.

The cloth that had become his hallmark tied up his uninhibited long hair was so dirty that it was no longer recognizable in its original color.

If you don't know his true face, you must think of him as a beggar.

Just now, when Ionos inadvertently passed by this ruined temple, he faintly felt the strange illusion in the ruined temple, as well as the tragic scene of Wen Yuanyuan.

The illusion-creating meditation technique was something he knew well.

Therefore, he temporarily gave up his previous prejudice against Wen Zhiyuan, and immediately took out his golden divine bow, which he became famous for, the Piercing World Bow, condensed the air into a long arrow, and shot that earth-shattering arrow-the Jealous Arrow.

His people are down.

However, the arrow he shot carried an uninhibited sense of romance.

The arrows condensed in the air shot far away, and finally burst out with blood.

Blood is the holiest and purest thing in the world.

It can destroy all the evil in the world.

So, the blood appears, and the evil disappears.

Aioros walked up to Wen Zhuyuan, glared at him fiercely, and said, "You are mine, so you can only die at my hands." ”

Wen Zhiyuan touched the scar on his neck, put his hand on his shoulder, and said with a grin: "Oh, it's all old friends, what do you say is dead or alive." ”

Aioros knocked out the hand that was on his shoulder.

He even hated the place he had taken.

Then, turn around and leave.

Only Wen Zhuyuan's outstretched hand was left in place......

He put his hand down again and touched the scar on his neck.

He looked at the figure of Ioros walking farther and farther away, then looked back at the three unconscious teenagers on the ground, shook his head slightly, and muttered to himself, "How can this be true, how can you really be this reason...... Hey, hey, hey, got up, rained and thundered, and put away the clothes. ”

The three of them did not move.

The fright just now was really beyond their psychological capacity.

What's more, the two-by-two slashes just now caused them to suffer major and minor injuries and excessive blood loss.

Wen Zhuyuan was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks.

He really didn't know whether to stay and bandage their wounds, or if he should chase after Ioros.

While he was scratching his ears and cheeks, an old farmer who had just returned from the field and carried a medicine basket passed by.

It seems to be a Lang Zhong who has returned from collecting medicine.

Without saying a word, he slipped the old farmer into the ruined temple, threw a gold baht to him, and asked him to help bandage the three little rabbit cubs.

The reason why Wen Zhuyuan was so anxious was because he had just gotten the news.

Tiger courage lives up to the news of meeting the big boss of the flower faction.

The news, of course, was passed on to him by the thief Ma Mian in some specific way.

Meeting place, moonlit night forest.