"You coerced the people from outside to come in?" The muscular native picked up his finger, and the incision was intact and could be reconnected.

"Does this have anything to do with trials?" Su Ming was vigilant, in case the other party had a group fight...... No, the Void has already released a side quest, and he doesn't have to worry about the other party regretting it, if this kind of thing really happens, there will be more ruthless to stand up for him.

"It's not related, I just think it's pathetic."

The indigenous man recovered, and several wounds on his torso were still bubbling with blood, and Yin and Yang would hinder the healing of the wounds.

"What's the next trial?"

"One of the guardians of the Temple, Silo."

The native man took Su Ming to the temple on a high place, while Yeros left along the other exits, and it was up to him how to go back to his own creation.

The buildings in the cave are built according to the platforms, and the stone houses are very simple, made of regular stone blocks. It has a constant temperature all year round and good ventilation, which is one of the few peach sources in Menser Star.

From the top of the cave to the ground, many huge stone pillars were erected, and large and small shrines were taken out of them, and all the statues of the Demon Feather Clan were enshrined.

Each platform is connected by lengthy steps, and the geographical structure on both sides is similar to that of the terraces.

Along the way, many gray natives looked through the stone houses, and they were poorly dressed, the men were wrapped in animal skins or linen, and the women barely covered the upper and lower private places.

The natives who live in the caves don't seem to care much about external objects, and their stone houses are densely carved with patterns and characters, like history books, recording everything from the past to the present.

The atmosphere among the natives, although serious, is not wooden. They greet each other with rituals and say words similar to blessings.

They are a group of guardians who are detached from the world, hidden in the depths of the mountains, whose faith has never collapsed, and who live an ascetic-like life.

"You've ruled the world?" Su Ming asked as he stepped on the silent stone staircase.

"I haven't witnessed how history knows, but the legend is recorded like this." The indigenous man is outspoken, he is about 30 years old, and his face can be seen.

After most of the blood energy was consumed, and after offsetting the yin and yang polar qi, the indigenous man's injuries began to slowly compound.

"I'm curious if you can turn into a dragon in full form?" Su Ming was very concerned about this issue.

"Yes, but it won't last long when you get bigger." The indigenous man is simple-minded and has something to say.

"Can you grow wings?"

"Yes."

After the native man finished speaking, he unfurled a pair of meat wings behind his back, but he obviously forgot about the injury in his lungs, and grinned in pain.

"Wound medicine."

Su Ming took out the life glass bottle and said, the indigenous man did not suspect it, and asked Su Ming to pour the potion into the wound.

The cool vitality moisturizes the cells to repair, his wounds heal quickly, and the sliding potion is absorbed by the skin.

Su Ming looked at his wings and had some thoughts, how suitable it is for this profession to be passed on to Jasmine! A sniper was close to the enemy, but the enemy was pleasantly surprised to find that the other party had become a monster of the Flying Dragon God Pillar level, and that kind of picture was exciting to think about.

"You're good, how much strength did you use just now?" The indigenous man's blood bar slowly rose and asked Su Ming.

"7 percent."

"Then you have to be careful, the last level is ......," said the indigenous man, suddenly remembering that he couldn't divulge information.

The stairs are very high and long, and Su Ming is not in a hurry, anyway, he can recover his energy value by walking for a while.

The two chatted and chatted, and the topic became more and more. The indigenous man's name is Doc, a man who is eager to play outside.

He couldn't leave the outside of the cave for a few words, and the rotational hunt was what Doc looked forward to the most.

"If you like freedom, you don't have to be confined to a cave, there is heaven and earth in the outside world." Su Ming was a little irritated by the muscular man chattering in his ear.

"That's impossible, to serve the gods is to be sincere, to deceive others, not to deceive the gods and yourself." Doke's expression suddenly became serious.

"Have you ever seen a god?"

"It doesn't matter if you've seen it or not, the most important thing is whether you have admiration in your heart." Realizing that he and Su Ming were not all the way, Doc kept a certain distance from him.

"Heretic......" Doc muttered inwardly.

Walking to the entrance of the temple, even if Su Ming looked up, he could only see the relief carvings, almost touching the temple façade on the top of the mountain.

"Every one of our guardians is a faithful believer in the gods, and Silo will prove it to you." Doc walked into the grand temple with a straight face.

The bright floor is shiny and shiny, the stone statues on both sides are solemn, some are gray natives, some are demon feather tribes, the roof structure adopts the best force upper and lower Xuan style, the beams are perpendicular or parallel to each other, and the main trunk of the huge shelter tree supports the momentum of the temple, and the area inside is comparable to a small square.

The structure of the temple is delicate and complex, and it is majestic. Su Ming looked at the suspicion that he had come to another world.

The footsteps of the two echoed in the silent and spacious space, where torches burned and the air was filled with a faint scent of rosin.

Pushing open a large wooden door, there was a slightly dimly lit space surrounded by eerie sculptures, and a skylight overhead facing the cave at the top of the cave, where the light should be refracted during the day.

There was a figure sitting cross-legged inside, and Doc called out to the Sillo, and the other party's shoulders fluttered.

"Silo, a new trialist is here again."

“……”v5

After Doc finished speaking, the air was quiet for half a minute, and the other party did not agree. Su Ming wondered, could it be that this guardian was asleep?

Doc walked in, and "Silo" could be seen shaking even more in her shoulders. The thick wrist directly pulled the cross-seated object, and Doc's face twitched when he saw the other party's appearance.

"Where's the cill?"

Doc looked at the imposter in front of him and guessed something, but he wasn't sure that the imposter was just a little henchman of Silo.

"Lord Silo has something to do."

"What's the matter?"

She ...... She ......"

"When did she slip away?"

"Yesterday." The imposter replied subconsciously.

Hearing this, Doc's brain flared up, and his anger was not the reason why Silo sneaked out, but that the other party didn't sneak away! Bring! He!

Su Ming didn't know at this time, "This is your sincerity?" "What will be the consequences, but it will definitely not be pleasant.

Leaving the little follower, Doc had a gloomy face, and his unhappy mood was even worse, he originally wanted this opponent to suffer the pain he had suffered, but which other party slipped away!

"So how do you calculate this level?" Su Ming asked playfully with his arms crossed.

"I'll take you to the next level." Doc didn't find someone to replace him, and usually led people to the next level after the Guardian was defeated.

The interior of the temple is long, and it is a rectangular building. Humans seem to like to use words or pictures to describe their deeds on the walls.

Su Ming walked all the way and learned a general understanding of the history of the Duomenite tribe. In the distant past, human beings lived in the wilderness and barbarism, and the Demon Feather Clan drove a spaceship to this continent, and after negotiating with the other party, the gray natives took out some ore metals and shiny crystals.

The Demon Feather Clan gave a stone statue, the two races seem to have been in contact for a while, during this period of time, the civilization of the gray natives has advanced by leaps and bounds, they have killed a huge number of strange beasts and enshrined in the stone statue, the stone statue with both hands making a fitting gesture, the hands are shining, and the touching gray natives are displayed through a series of graphic displays, and they finally changed from humans to behemoths in all directions.

Later, the Behemoth Legion conquered all directions, and the territory of the world expanded little by little, and finally they occupied the entire Menser Star, which can be seen from the map of the whole territory depicted by the gray natives, which is similar to the eighty or ninety percent displayed in the Void.

The reason for the decline of this race has been found, strong alliances often disintegrate from within, and infighting is always the tireless act of humanity, and the Grey Natives are no exception.

How tragic was the Flying Dragon Pillar level legion war? Lives are devastated, bleeding and drifting. Endless forests burned to the ground, cities were reduced to ruins, villages and towns were crushed, and the torrent washed away all signs of civilization.

The big infighting turned into a small infighting, and eventually all the prosperity was gone, leaving only a few sporadic ethnic branches. The temple didn't help either side in between, and strangely enough, the grey natives didn't have the power to attack it.

"It's sad, isn't it?" Doc looked dull and shuttled through the historical truth on both sides, and too much desire was the source of the demise of the gray natives.

"Who's the third level?"

"Discipliner, Tillor."

At the end of the passage, there is a giant statue of a group of gray natives kneeling on the ground, as if to indicate that this is a prayer room.

"Dock, today is not your day of prayer." A figure knelt in prayer in front of a group of grey natives, and he could tell Doc's identity by the sound of footsteps.

"Tylo Precepts, I'm here with a trialist." Doc bent his hands behind his back and exposed his elbows in a peculiar bending manner.

"Why you?" Tyror turned in front of a group of grey natives, his appearance old-fashioned, and a pair of dead fish eyes that looked even more eerie.

"Silo has escaped from the vows! Please take her back and punish her according to the precepts! "Pulling the pigtail of the opponent, how can Doc not take revenge.

Su Ming looked at the scene in front of him, the solemn statues and halls, with a group of unclothed natives, how awkward it looked!

"Naalakulyo (Unknown Language)"

Tirlo uttered an indigenous language, and the natives on their knees rose and left. A spacious hall with no superfluous clutter, only three people and a stone statue remain.

"Nitolok Tacitus (Unknown Language)"

The corners of Tilo's mouth sneered, and he looked at Su Ming's eyes very unkindly.

"He said you were a villain who spied on the power of the gods!" Doc whispered in Su Ming's ear, seeing Tilo's sudden glare, he quickly retracted his neck.

"Let's talk about Xiluo's affairs another day, first punish this foreigner according to the agreement, and peep at the villain of the gods......"

Tilo's cuffs slipped off an iron ruler, which was one of the few people Su Ming had seen, a neatly dressed native.

Doc closed the wooden door, and after the "squeak" door shaft rubbed, only a dead fish-eyed native and Su Ming wearing a grimace mask were left in the huge hall.

Tilo is obviously not as communicative as Doc, he opens his mouth to be punished, Su Ming wonders if he is the rumored shaking?

In the detector, the physical attribute of this precept is also 40, and the intelligence is as high as 38 points, and the other party really has mind control skills.

"Woo la la~"

Long Yuan slowly pulled out the scabbard, the enemy used a blunt weapon, or a straight knife that was durable.

"Although God has decreed that any human being can come to the trial with sacrifices, those are greedy villains! Scum! Blasphemous infidels! ”

Ti Luo carried the ring ruler and slowly approached Su Ming.

Su Ming noticed that the wing tattoo on the arm had disappeared two pairs of wings, and the enemies happened to be the limit value of the 2nd order, which should be the combat power corresponding to the trial, and the attribute crushing would lose the meaning of the trial.

As long as it is not an attribute crushing, Su Ming is fearless. The two of them flickered, and two slashing whimperes rushed towards each other's vital points.