Qin Hao's toes touched the ground, his body suddenly rose up, and with a slight force of his arm, the decapitation knife that was originally slashed into the air was immediately withdrawn and held flat in front of his chest. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When the blade of the sword raised forward was at the same level as the sentry's head, a sword light slashed, and the four heads rose into the sky, only at the end, the sentry whose strength was in the third order narrowly avoided it.

However, this did not mean that the sentry had escaped the attack.

I saw Qin Hao in the air, the hand holding the knife was suddenly withdrawn, and with a downward turn, the decapitation knife stopped sharply, and then made a 90-degree turn in the air, piercing straight into the ground.

So, Qin Hao stepped back with one foot, and stepped on the wide blade surface of the beheading broadsword, and with the help of the countershock, his body immediately shot forward like an arrow off the string.

The only remaining sentry, who had just escaped the fate of being decapitated with a knife, had no time to react when a rattling sound came from his chest.

Qin Hao's knees hit the sentry's chest, his right hand clenched in the air, and a black kunai immediately appeared out of thin air, was grabbed by him in the palm of his hand, and stabbed forward, fiercely inserting it into the sentry's eye socket.

With one foot on the corpse of the sentry, and pulling out the kunai with his right hand, Qin Hao flipped back and fell back to the ground, and at this time, the four headless dead corpses finally came back to their senses, and they all fell backwards.

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From the ancient calendar 21798 to the present, this space imprisoned in the turbulence of time and space has been silent for more than 10,000 years.

There were no birds, no insects, and no human voices, and this land that had long lost its vitality was once only the monotonous footsteps of the sentinels, which never stopped.

However, today. . . The sound of footsteps is gone!

Qin Hao squatted among the five corpses, endured the smell of corpses and groped around on the corpses for a while, whether he liked it or not, touching the corpse, in the copy, was a thing that had to be strictly enforced.

It may not come to fruition, but it's just a waste of time, but if you really miss something crucial because you're lazy, it may be more than just a waste of time.

Although it stinks a little, for the sake of his own life, Qin Hao still meticulously implements this iron-like discipline.

Qin Hao, who had nothing to gain, stood up, just pursed his lips, and quietly walked towards the central temple with his nose covered.

For example, he did not walk directly into the temple door, but first carefully walked around it, preparing to scout first.

Just far away, I already feel that the temple of this forest of common words is majestic and abnormal, and now I am closer, and I have a deeper understanding of the huge size of this building, not to mention the length and width, just the height of nearly 100 meters, if you measure the skyscrapers of the modern city, you may not feel anything, but if it refers to a palace, it will definitely give people another inexplicable shock.

Majestic, solemn, quaint, mysterious, vicissitudes!

Qin Hao, who looked up, had the feeling that ants were watching the giants, and the small murals about his height were arranged on the walls in a strange sequence, densely packed, and at a glance, there were no less than thousands of them.

Around the mural, there are some symbols outlined in lines, which seem to be tadpoles, and seem to be just meaningless waves, but when you look closely, you can give people an indescribable strange feeling.

Qin Hao just stared at it for a while, and he had a feeling that his whole mind seemed to be invisibly attracted to the past, he was horrified in his heart, and quickly retracted his gaze, only to find that he had a splitting headache, his steps were vain, and he had a feeling that his energy was being drained.

", what the hell!"

He cursed in a low voice, not daring to look at the ghostly patterns anymore, and instead turned his gaze to the murals.

Qin Hao's fingers unconsciously rubbed on the dark gold murals, and his eyes tried not to look at the symbols in the middle of the murals, but to observe the meaning of the murals.

"The patterns of these murals seem to be continuous, as if they are telling a story."

After 5 minutes, Qin Hao came to a conclusion in his heart, and then, he sighed weakly: "This level of painting is the same as graffiti by elementary school students, how can people guess?" ”

The painting or carving of the mural can be said to be unusually rough, the graphics are blurred, and the lines are very divergent, so that people can't see what they want to paint at all.

The most important thing is that these pictures are one after another, Qin Hao didn't know where to start, and walked all the way along the wall towards the entrance of the temple, looking at them one by one, Qin Hao even guessed the meaning of a limited number of pictures.

In this way, Qin Hao felt that his abstract thinking could already score full marks.

The first one: A huge altar that should be round with a sword stuck in it, Qin Hao instinctively thought of the "Imperial Sword" mentioned in the diary.

The second is a painting next to each other, or the altar, around which two people appeared, the kind of stickman-like symbol, standing in the corner of the altar, as if trying to fight for the "empire".

The third one is already far away, as for the dozens of primary school students' graffiti in the middle, forgive Qin Hao's imagination is not rich enough, he really didn't understand it.

The third one was two suns, and Qin Hao thought that this should be a kind of calendar representation at first, but the next one made him doubt his judgment.

The fourth is still two suns, except that one of the suns seems to grin and bite the other, which gives him the feeling that one of the suns has swallowed the other.

Qin Hao touched the tip of his nose, amused by his naïve thoughts, he continued to walk forward, and after dozens of paintings in a row, his original expression, which was like browsing, suddenly froze on his face.

His pupils twitched, dilated, then contracted sharply into pinholes, and then, his stiff expression slowly relaxed, and a strange and complex expression surged up his cheeks.

Surprised, puzzled, suspicious, contemplative, and a little shocked, his face changed like a moving picture.

It shows a coffin with chains entwined around it, and directly above the coffin there are pairs of circular patterns, each with three pairs of magatama.

Qin Hao spread out his left hand, and a pair of red and bewitching eyes appeared in his hand, and he held the writing wheel eye flat in front of his eyes, carefully comparing them.

Although the number of magatashi is different, Qin Hao still believes in his heart that the pair of circular patterns represents the writing wheel eye, but it refers to the evolved writing wheel eye.

Qin Hao held the writing wheel in the palm of his hand, his black and white eyes were beating strangely, and his face gradually calmed down, but his heart was like a wave beating a wave, surging, and he couldn't calm down for a long time!