Hearing the desert god's own statement, Wu Liang was immediately speechless with surprise, he knew better than Zhao Huangqi, a part-time archaeologist, about some of the secrets of the Kamhera era, so he immediately became vigilant and beware of the changes that might be caused by the gap between reality and illusion. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Who is Fisjelli?

The second prince of the Khamhela Empire, although he is not the biological heir of the King of Nefarem, has great power, and the Aranok region of the Khamhela era belongs to his fiefdom. And his descendant, the Fisjieli tribe, became one of the three pillars of the later mage clan, and His Excellency Herason, the god of time and space who intersected with Wu Liang, was one of them.

However, Wu Liang knew that the second prince Fisjieli and the other prince Hua Ning died in the Tongtian Palace before the disappearance of King Nefarem, and their bodies and spirits were destroyed, and there was no possibility of resurrection. Although Wu Liang's experience of the Kamhera era is an illusory reproduction of history, the development process is not much different from the real history.

Fisjieli is dead, and he has been wiped out in the palace of the Tsuten Emperor, so who is this desert god who calls himself "Fisjieli" now? What purpose is he impersonating Fisgery?

In order to avoid accidents, the Sword of Camhera in Wu Liang's hand was replaced by the Forgotten Void Soul Sword, and he said coldly to the man who was still indignant: "Dare to ask who Your Excellency is?" Why do you want to pretend to be the second prince Fisjelli? ”

Wu Liang regretted his previous impulsiveness, and just relied on a few conversations, he rashly showed the sword of Khamhera, which was a bit risky, but it was also the best way to gain trust between the two identities, because the sword of Khamhera had extraordinary significance for every imperial prince.

"Who am I?"

The desert god with a vague face, he could faintly see the frown as sharp as a knife raised slightly, he was obviously very unhappy when he was questioned by Wu Liang, and his unkind tone was even more harsh when his voice was seriously distorted, and there was not much difference between the ghost crying and the wolf howl.

"I am the second prince of the Holy Khamhera Empire, His Royal Highness Fisjieli, no one can pretend to be me!" The god of the desert waved his right arm, and he had the taste of scolding Fang Xuan, and called out with great certainty, "No one!" ”

However, even though he was so sure, the Qingluan Hall still followed Wu Liang's judgment and shifted their positions as quickly as possible, waiting for the battle.

"But according to my understanding, Prince Fisgery is completely destroyed in the Tsuten Imperial Palace, and even the King of Nefarem can't save him!" Wu Liang's eyes became more and more indifferent, and he was very disgusted with deception, especially when he was the first to express kindness.

"Hah! Ha ha! ”

The god of the desert smiled helplessly, and a pair of sharp eyes appeared in his blurred face, looking Wu Liang up and down.

"I didn't expect that a small otherworldly person would be able to access this annihilated history, worthy of being recognized by Ixarian as a candidate for king!" After some sighing and sighing, the god of the desert once again said in an unquestionable voice, "I am Fisjieli, and Fisjieli is me, this is a natural and irreversible truth!" ”

For some reason, Wu Liang subconsciously chose to believe in this, some, no, should be a very proud desert god.

"As for the rest, I don't want to talk nonsense with you, believe it or not, what does it matter to me? But if you can go to the deepest part of my graveyard, I wouldn't mind talking to you! ”

"Humph!"

A voice that seemed to be joking and expectant fell, and the passage suddenly darkened, and the little light emitted by the golden jade disappeared and returned to the jade.

The scene was a little embarrassing, and the Qingluan people were ready to listen to an explanation, or simply start a fight, but the so-called desert god directly picked on the child and quit, which actually made everyone feel empty in their hearts.

"What a narcissistic guy!"

The gang leader Li Bingtian patted the non-existent dust on his body and pouted hatefully.

"However, as far as I know, every prince of the Khamhera Empire is a person who is narcissistic to the extreme!" Wu Liang shrugged his shoulders and picked up the Desert God's communicator from the ground, and did not withdraw the Forgotten Void Soul Sword, because it was obvious that the road ahead was not easy to follow.

"Since we don't know who we are, we still can't let our guard down." Jiang Luan clapped his hands, "Next, we have to speed up, so Zhao Huangqi, you can't drag it out too much, and select important content to record!" ”

Zhao nodded very simply, and without saying much, he strode along the golden light stone above his head. The rest of the people did not stop long, but followed.

……

Outside the Treasure Canyon, a group of uninvited guests dressed in white robes came.

"Boss! We're here! ”

An Arab who looked like a hanger made a hanging-looking voice, stretched out his hand and pointed to the footprints left by Wu Liang and the others, and said.

"Ah, our noble soothsayer!" The Arab whistled at a woman covered in purple tulle, "According to your divination, the gang of people in the Qingluan Hall should be in there at this time, right?" ”

The woman in the purple veil, known as the soothsayer, had cloudy eyes and only expressed her answer in silence.

"Ahh

He had long been accustomed to the coldness of the purple gauze woman, and the Arab man with handsome eyebrows and eyes immediately jumped off his mount, stretched his waist, and let out a ** of enjoyment, "We have waited for so many days, and we didn't go to Fengsha City to grab a piece of the pie, but today we finally caught them!" ”

"Ahh

Enjoyment suddenly turned into a scream, a rough woman with a tiger's back and a bear waist comparable to Guo Erli, tore the white robe on her body, revealing the knotted muscles inside, and by the way, she gave the endless guy a punch.

"Now that it's here!"

With a restrained scimitar at his waist and an irresistible majesty in his voice, he looked around at all his members like a king.

"I summoned you here from the Aranok Desert for only one purpose, that is, to defeat the Qingluan Palace, and then grab the mission items!" The imposing captain had a smile on his face that was sure of victory, and his eyes were indifferent, "The Liberal Church has set a very high price for these people, and now I want you to use all your strength to give Qingluan Hall an indelible shadow before the WGP Tour!" ”

No one answered, but all thirteen members of the team expressed their determination to win, including the Arab player who had been knocked to the ground by a punch and still had a bitter face.

"Let's go!"

The scimitar captain took the lead in stepping on the yellow sand at the entrance and entered the broken valley, and the rest of the people followed closely behind, covering all the footprints left by the Qingluan Palace.

……

The dimly lit passages are deep and seemingly endless.

Wu Liangyu and the two knights of Nai He Bridge walked in the forefront, and the former opened the realm of perception throughout the whole process, beware of unknown traps. However, this place is the same as the copy of the Forgotten Tower, and the perceptual realm cannot penetrate the walls, so the weeping willow and Hong Feng, who followed Wu Liang, were also engrossed in exploring the surroundings.

"There are faint black blood stains on the walls, which must have been left by Amhal after he entered the tomb!" Zhao Huangqi, who was focusing on finding information from the murals, suddenly said in a faint voice, "It means that this journey is safe for the time being." ”

Hearing this, everyone did not relax in the slightest, because he obviously had something to do.

"But what makes me a little strange is that there are many words carved on the lower edge of these murals, which are not in the languages of the Sanctuary that I know, nor are they angelic or demonic scripts."

"This kind of unknown text, arranged in a very regular manner, is obviously not a decorative carving, but a kind of systematic writing that really exists." Zhao Huangqi stroked those slightly blurred nicks, a light flashed in his eyes, and his voice changed, "However, I have seen this kind of writing in two places!" ”

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, and the most impatient helper shouted angrily: "Don't sell it, okay?" Where is it? Hurry up? ”

"One is the North and South Camp of the Unicom Ranger, the burial place in the underground passage!" Zhao Huangqi looked at the king of Nepharem on the mural, "And the other one is on the cover of the "Eye Opener" in Wu Liang's hand!" ”

"These two have one thing in common!"

With Zhao Huangqi's voice, the eyes of several people in the Qingluan crowd flashed with understanding.

"That's related to the second buried history in the sanctuary, the era of Udisian!"