After the two finished talking, as soon as Feng Yang came out, he saw Gu Xingwei standing with his head down, his heart skipped a beat for no reason, of course he was not heartbroken, he just had some ominous premonitions.

As soon as Gu Xingwei saw him, she opened her mouth, "I see that the murals of this temple are not quite the same as those of the Central Tribe Temple, can you see clearly and write it down?"

Did Feng Yanggan deny it? Of course he didn't dare.

He was very familiar with the murals in the priest temple, although he didn't write them down for a while today, he saw that Gu Xingwei really cared about the murals in the temple, glanced left and right, and walked down with Gu Xingwei.

"There is multicolored soil on the edge of the Butterfly Spring, and I draw it for adults. ”

Butterfly Spring is worthy of the name of Butterfly Spring, there are really many butterflies, but these butterflies that are bigger than birds look very inconsistent, overwhelming, and make people frightened.

Gu Xingwei could see very clearly that the so-called colorful soil was the powder that fell from these colorful butterflies.

Feng Yang took some powder, dipped it in a tree branch with water, and dipped it on a large stone on the side, and drew it according to his memory.

The largest one in the center still shows the demeanor of the god senior, but this mural of the First Tribe is different from that of the Central Tribe, and the senior seems to be concentrating on finding something.

He was followed by a group of people, their movements unusually neat, all imitating his movements without exception.

"This is a very famous ritual dance of the First Tribe, which is used to ward off disasters and solve problems, and they dance for a month every year before the dry season to pray for a good harvest in the coming year. ”

Sacrificial dance, don't be funny.

The senior's actions were either looking for something or deducing something.

"Do you know what is in the mural?"

"Know, it's not too far from Butterfly Spring. ”

Gu Xingwei nodded, it was not too late to continue painting with Feng Yang, and after reading Feng Yang's paintings, it would not be too late to look at the places that the predecessors of the Transformation God had cared about.

Feng Yang said while painting, he pointed to the last painting, his expression was quite puzzled, "I don't know why, I always feel that the meaning of the painting of the First Tribe is very different from the meaning of the last painting of the Central Tribe." ”

In terms of art, Gu Xingwei has never been accomplished, not to mention such an abstract painting, Feng Yang can see the difference between two similar paintings, which is also amazing.

However, isn't it true that the painting is different because of the limited painting technique?

"Look here. Feng Yang pointed to a place, Gu Xingwei leaned over to look, that place was very small, but it clearly pointed to a place in the priest's temple, "I remember that the map of the central tribe does not have this sign." ”

Gu Xingwei and Feng Yang glanced at each other, and before Gu Xingwei could speak, Feng Yang had already taken the initiative to say, "Let's take advantage of the darkness, let's take a look?"

The two of them only had one night to stay, so they decided to go their separate ways, Gu Xingwei went to check the place where the predecessors of the god of transformation had cared about, and Feng Yang sneaked into the priest temple of the first tribe, Feng Yang went there is the most appropriate, even if he is caught, Feng Yang is a priest, just prevaricate a reason, this matter will not be a big deal.

There are many beasts at night, for the sake of safety, Gu Xingwei pinched a stinky fruit, this stench is really a bit spicy, she picked up a branch with a bitter face and poked the stinky fruit and walked forward.

Walking forward according to the direction pointed out by Feng Yang, walking out of the six miles, Gu Xingwei suddenly stopped, this is already the edge of the mountain that can be protected by the special energy, and dinosaurs and other large animals will appear in front of it.

Over here...... Could it be that the predecessors of the gods are looking at this special invisible boundary?

This boundary is indeed special, she looked up at the sky like her predecessors, and the behavior of her predecessors looking at the sky for a while doesn't it mean that the boundaries on the earth may be related to things in the sky.

Gu Xingwei looked at the sky while walking, and suddenly her eyes lit up, as if she had been looking at the sky to find something.

Her feet walked slowly along the boundary, but her eyes kept staring at the sky, and the yin stones in the sky corresponding to the boundary under her feet seemed to be distributed according to a certain law.

A bright and smooth sea of knowledge passed Gu Xingwei's knowledge, and her feet began to walk according to the distribution of the yin stones in the sky, Gu Xingwei did not find anything special, but she still insisted on moving forward, in her thoughts, whether this has any effect, just walk around this mountain.

During Gu Xingwei's trip to the mountain, Feng Yang had already returned to the First Tribe.

It was already deep, there was no entertainment in the tribe, and the only nighttime entertainment had to be carried out in the house, and no one walked outside in the tribe camp except for the patrol.

Feng Yang cautiously avoided the patrol and came to the edge of the totem idol's divine light, he was also a priest, so he naturally knew how to avoid the detection of the totem idol.

The staff in his hand lit up slightly, and he stepped into the forbidden range, and the light on the staff was extinguished.

Outside the priest temple, there are guards guarding it, but the number is not large, before Gu Xingwei and the others appeared, there had never been anyone in the inner world who dared to challenge the power of the priest, this place was the most sacred place in everyone's minds, and no one dared to make trouble.

Through the gap between the patrols of the three teams, Feng Yang successfully ascended to the second floor of the Priest Temple, each temple was almost equipped, and no one knew better than him.

With a squeak, the door on the second floor was pushed open by him, and the windowless hall was pitch black, but Feng Yang didn't dare to open the door, he looked left and right, quickly closed the door, and then activated the staff.

The faint light can only illuminate a little place in front of him, and it can't penetrate the darkness at all, but Feng Yang doesn't dare to make it too bright, otherwise anyone can see the mutation of the totem idol above his head.

The picture on the fresco marks a place, which is the stone seat of the priest in the center of the main hall.

The mark was not an arrow, nor was it pointed, but a three-petaled flower, which was carved behind each priest's pedestal, and that flower was not just a multi-flower, but a keyhole that opened the secret lattice behind the pedestal.

He knew very well that there was nothing in the dark grid of the priest temple of the Central Tribe, but he didn't know what the secret grid was on the side of the First Tribe.

The key to the three-petal flower is universal, and it just so happens that Feng Yang has one in his hand, so he took off the key on his neck, inserted it into the three-petal flower, and twisted it gently...... Can't screw it......

No, obviously this key can open the secret compartments of many tribal priest temples, he has tried the secret compartments of the priest temples of the fifth tribe and the sixth tribe, and all of them have been opened, and the dark compartments of the two temples have a seed that has been dead for an unknown number of years, and he opened those two hidden compartments not to get things, but to put things, of course, the things he put can make the priests of those two tribes miserable.

Feng Yang was unwilling, and tried again, but the dark grid door did not move, and at this time, the door sounded softly, and Feng Yang quickly extinguished the light on the staff.