Sikong's physical condition is not very good, perhaps for the role of the troubadour, it is easy to climb the plank road and rocky bushes, but Sikong has to work hard. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sikong paused, wiped the sweat on his forehead with the placket of his clothes, and looked ahead, the forest was full of trees, and the branches were luxuriant, mixed with a little gap.

A corner of the stone is faintly exposed, and the dark green moss climbs up the stone wall, looming, and it looks a little ancient.

'That's, the complex? ’

Sikong's spirit was shocked, and he had more strength in his body for no reason, and used thorn strips to split the vines blocking the way.

'Whoosh! ’

Suddenly, a black figure as fast as lightning shot up from the cold vines.

Sikong's face froze, and he used the thorn strip in his hand as a short spear, and the twin spears flew together, and the thorn strip pierced the qi wave, directly on this black figure.

The huge force of the thorn strips came, and the elastic thorn strips were bent in half, and Sikong Hu's mouth hurt, and he actually tore the raw blood threads.

"Kill!"

Sikong stepped on the ground on tiptoe, did not retreat but went up, and did not loosen it in his mouth in one breath, and the thorn strips were inserted into the black figure.

'Puff ......'

As if it had collided with the golden stone, a large spark was directly swept out of the chelicera at the tip of the thorn strip, but the sharp chelicera also cut a shallow wound on the black figure.

Then, the venom hole in the chelicerae barb exudes a clear green and dark venom.

The toxicity of this venom was so domineering that it would make this black figure die violently in an instant.

The struggling body was weakly paralyzed.

Sikong only had time to look at the appearance of the black figure.

The whole body has a black pattern, like a snake but not a snake, with two limbs and feet under the abdomen, and at the end, it is branched out of two tails.

It has a very strange appearance, and it is a creature unique to the civilization of the Middle-earth Divine Kingdom.

The troubadour's memories tell Sikong that the creature is called the Limbo Serpent.

Legend has it that Limbo was incarnated by the infidel of hell, who was the gateway to escape from the underworld, and because he longed to be baptized by God, he liked to entrench near sacred places.

He is a natural camouflage hand, his skin is very hard, and he is not afraid of fire and water.

Sikong followed the shallow scar and peeled off the snake's skin completely with the thorns of the thorn strip, wrapping one end around his wrist and the other end around the thorn strip.

This thorn strip is by far the most important self-defense weapon of Sikong.

Without it, Sikong's strength will drop by several percent, and there is no room for mistakes.

Walking past the corpse of the forest snake, Sikong Fu moved forward again.

After a while, the looming complex finally lifted the veil of mystery.

This is a ruined temple, most of which has been hidden by moss vines.

Just because, Sikong saw that there was a huge stone statue in the center of this decadent complex.

Sikong used thorns to push away the dense vines, and saw a mottled statue with the marks of time coming from Canggu.

With wings on his back and arms in his arms, his loving face is pitying the world, and there are more vivid tears in the statue's eyes, drooling.

It is a statue of an angel.

It's a pity that due to wind, frost and rain, the vegetation has encroached, and most of the angel's statue has been damaged, and even the wings have been broken.

Winged Angel, Temple of Sleep.

Only the tears in the eyes are still clear.

Sikong pestle thorns, laboriously stood on a stone pile and looked into the distance, and saw that this temple was once very vast, vertical and horizontal, several miles long, row upon row, and many believers wanted to come, praying day and night.

It's a pity that time has worn everything out.

Most of the temples, in a state of decay, have become the nourishment of towering ancient trees, the nests of wild beasts and poisons, and have become one of the unique landforms of this wilderness.

And perhaps because of this angel statue, it is sacred and noble, and it shines in the Three Realms, but there are no poisons and beasts entrenched here.

The last pure land was left behind.

"Divine civilization, gods and gods ...... melee"

Sikong pondered, withdrew his gaze, and turned his head to see the angel statue.

"Huh?!"

Suddenly, Sikong's face changed, his breathing was a little shorter, and the cold sweat behind his back wet his clothes.

Just because, under the statue of the winged angel, I don't know when, there was one more person!

Dressed in old and simple dragon pattern armor and wearing a cold abstract bronze mask, he sat cross-legged on the ground.

On his knees, his right hand held an unsheathed iron sword, with no hilt or grid, only a rusty blade.

A pure sword, a sword only for killing!

The left hand is backhanded in the shape of a dish, resting on the tip of the sword, as if waiting for something.

This person came so suddenly, although Sikong's current physical condition is very bad, but the most basic vigilance is still there.

He was sure that there was no such person under the statue of the winged angel just now.

"Hello, may I ask where this is, the nearest human gathering place, in which direction?"

Whether it is friend or foe, it is always time to test the opponent's attitude, although Sikong is extremely cautious, but he is not afraid.

Sikong clenched the thorn strip in his hand and looked at the man sitting cross-legged on the ground.

'Goo-goo-goo-goo

The bird swept over the branches, and the crisp bird cry rippled in the time, leaving a feather and falling in front of the person.

Silence permeated the two of them.

Only in the distance, the roar of some unknown beast blurred into the distant wilderness, forming the background of this decadent temple.

Sikong frowned, his nerves tensed, and walked in front of the figure under the winged angel.

There is no heaving in the chest, no breathing, not even the most basic life stress characteristics.

Sikong realized, and carefully stabbed this person with a thorn strip.

There was no reaction.

Sikong suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, looked at the person who had been dead for a long time, and smiled bitterly.

No wonder he was so nervous, after all, this man was unfamiliar with the place, but he ran into a decadent temple.

But there's another dead man in this temple!

It simply satisfies all the supernatural elements, as if entering the temple alone in the middle of the night, looking at the gods and Buddhas on the temple altar with smiles on their faces and flowers on their faces, and in the holy and majestic shore, there is an indescribable eerie horror.

Gods and demons and demons are one.

"Hey, this is ......"

As if it was a hallucination, Sikong suddenly saw the benevolent face of this winged angel, and the pity was even greater, and the tearful eyes flickered.

Then, a tear fell, which happened to be caught by the man under the statue.

The tears condensed into pearls and rolled in the palm of the man's left hand.

It turned out that even if this man died, he would have to sit for thousands of years, just to wait for the tears of this angel.

Sikong suddenly smiled, and directly picked up the tears without the slightest obstacle in his heart.

The hand is warm and crystal clear, and the tears are even more misty and misty.

As he got closer, Sikong even heard the prayers of angels and the murmurs of the Bible, coming from tears.

"I wish that my believers would no longer be lost, and that with my tears I would awaken the ...... of the earth"

Listening to the faint whispers in his tears, Sikong frowned, and then the Eye of Origin moved-

Angels shed tears, one hundred and eight crowns of holy thorns, condensed with divine power, the most holy thing

Compendium of Origins: The Origin of the Divine Seed

Simulation level: low

Origin Derivation: Changing the world

Note: The current angelic tears can guide lost believers and spread the light of faith

"Bringing lost believers? Could it be that I still want to create a religion, what kind of religious system will I not succeed? ”

Sikong frowned, holding the angel's tears and was depressed.