The ancient temple reverberated with Arlo's silver bell-like voice.

Inside the great temple.

Thousands of bronze stone lamps burning the oil of the merman's corpse flickered with fire.

The magnificent relief stone carvings on the four walls are illuminated.

The stout verdant vines are covered with relief stone paintings, and the light and shadow of the vines are projected on the four walls, like ghosts with teeth and claws, mysterious and gloomy, ancient and dusty.

Ji Yuno has no interest in the pure gold statue of the goddess at all.

She kept pushing aside the rhizomes and vines that covered the relief rock wall, and looked at the extremely primitive relief murals on the ancient rock wall in front of her.

The exquisite relief petroglyphs have endured thousands of years of wind and rain, but they have been preserved quite completely, depicting shocking scenes on them, and Ji Youno returned to the entrance of the temple gate and began to look.

The relief murals carved in stone completely depict the history of the mysterious ancient psychic Ji clan from its origin, to the sea, to the creation of a prosperous era of self-reliance, to the abundant food and clothing of the clansmen and their strong spiritual power, and no one dares to commit the history of self-proclaimed king.

In the relief, Ji Younai also saw the picture of the Ji clan using powerful psychic spells to call the wind and rain, and turn over the river and the sea; I also saw their arrogance and indifference in uniting but willing to be isolated from the world, living in a little-known mysterious sea area, and not interacting with the outside world.

However, the content of the relief, after walking behind the huge statue of the goddess, suddenly changed.

It has become a bloody scene of the devil like purgatory on earth.

It depicts all kinds of terrible natural disasters, floods, landslides and earth cracks, obscuring the sky and the sun, and volcanic eruptions......

Ji Younai originally thought that it was a natural disaster that destroyed the Ji family in Ji Ruchen's mouth.

But she seemed wrong.

Quietly, Ji Ruchen didn't know when he started, he followed behind Ji Younai, he who had always smiled like silk, suddenly had no expression, and his illusory figure, like a wisp of gloomy ghost, floated behind Ji Younai.

"After the Ji clan established the country, the country was named the country of sacrificial spirits, and these relief murals depicted in the temple are all its history, which is not known to the people, and only exists in the history of legends."

Ji Ruchen floated behind Ji Younai, faintly speaking, there was no temperature.

Ji Younai glanced back at Ji Ruchen, I don't know why, she seemed to be able to feel the thousand-year-old sadness that permeated him, it was a sadness that was completely different from the grief and grief of losing his beloved on Jiang Ziwen's body, full of resentment, grief and indignation, humiliation, unwillingness, and ...... A lot of mixed emotions are in it.

Continuing to walk forward, Ji Yunai suddenly noticed a stone mural.

It was hundreds of masked men in mysterious burqas who tried their best to catch and imprison a man.

The man was trapped in a coffin covered in runes and spells, waiting for the air to disappear and suffocate to death.

Then the lid of the coffin was opened, and he was disemboweled, his heart and other internal organs were removed, as well as his eyes, his mouth and nose were sealed, and his soul and organs were completely dismantled.

The soul was sealed into a piece of jade, and the organs were sealed in many urns of different sizes.

What a cruel method, Ji Younai was shocked to see.

Suddenly, I thought of something, gasped, and suddenly looked back.

I saw Ji Ruchen leaning on her shoulder blankly, and her eyes were always fixed on the person on the mural.

"On the relief, the person who died is you, right?"

"The kid is so smart...... Ji Ruchen said faintly, hooked his lips and smiled sadly, snuggling Ji Younai's range of movements, it was bigger, but he was just a wisp of ghost, he couldn't touch Ji Younai, he could only make a show, "Lend me my shoulder for a while...... Here, it hurts a little. ”

Ji Ruchen pointed to his heart, narrowed his eyes, and hid the emotions in his pupils.

Ji Yuno was silent.

She wanted to refuse.

However, Ji Ruchen is just a wisp of immortal soul for thousands of years, so why should she care so much? I seem to be stingy.

Something strange is coming.

On the mural, after the Ji clan tried their best to destroy and kill Ji Ruchen, the relief behind it began to be scribbled, which made people a little incomprehensible, very much like it was carved in a hurry, many of them were not incomprehensible at all, and in the end, the relief was gone, gone.

Why is the content on the relief gone?

It's like, all of a sudden, something so great havoc has happened to them that they can't record this history anymore.

It was a very eerie silence in the temple.

Arlo's voice suddenly came from above.

She actually climbed the statue of the goddess more than ten meters high and stepped on the huge palm of the statue.

The idol was so huge that Aro's petite body stood in the palm of her hand, as small as a little rabbit.

"Anai! Let me tell you, it's strange, look at this half of this idol's face, doesn't it look like you? Although she only has half of her face left, there is also a tear mole under the corner of her pupil eye, what a coincidence, and ah! She has a flute in her hand, which I think is very familiar, how is it so similar to the one you used? ”

Ah Luo stood in the palm of the idol and looked up, as if he couldn't see clearly, and jumped directly up from the shoulder of the idol and jumped to the top of the idol's head.

"Be careful of you falling! This ancient idol is the least sturdy, so be careful to collapse and smash you. ”

Ji Younai looked back, and saw the magnificent statue of the god in the palm of his huge hand, holding a long object shaped like a flute, turning up, jumping into the palm of the statue, in front of him, was a huge flute made of deep sea cold jade.

Ji Younai looked up at the facial features of the statue again.

She felt that this ancient god statue looked almost the same, and this one, made of gold, was only more delicate, not rough, like a masterpiece.

"Are you wrong? Where is this like me? And the thing she was holding in her hand, not necessarily a flute, but something like a dog-beating stick, I think. ”

Ji Youno was about to jump off the idol while muttering in his heart.

I thought in my heart, since Ji Ruchen was a member of the Ji clan, he must know what kind of god the god enshrined in their temple was.

When he jumped down, he asked in a loud voice, "Who is your Ji clan worshipping?" ”

Just when Ji Younai wanted to land lightly, Ji Ruchen seemed to be smiling, staring at Ji Younai with deep meaning, and spit out four words-

"The god of trickery."

With a "cluck", Ji Yunai's ankle twisted, he stood unsteadily, fell to the ground obliquely, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"What did you say?"

The next second, the palm of her hand propped up on the ground may have touched a mechanism somewhere.

With the roar of the movement of the thousand-year-old boulder, the idol began to tremble, and the ground began to shake.

Behind the statue, a huge invisible stone door slowly opened.