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At the very center, a temple suspended in mid-air by eight giant stone pillars is particularly eye-catching.

Especially at the top of the temple, a crystal stone that radiates light is like a small sun, bathing the entire temple in divine light.

In the distance, Wu Ming and the others raised their eyes and looked out, each observing everything they saw.

After a long time, Dolma turned around and whispered, "The gem on the top of the temple didn't shine before, is this an anomaly?" ”

"Count!"

Wu Ming nodded, took out a gold nugget the size of a stone, and threw it towards the temple with all his might.

With the sound of breaking through the air, the nugget arced through mid-air.

When it was about 10,000 meters away from the stone statues, the crystal stone on the top of the temple suddenly flashed a white light, and it hit the gold nugget accurately.

In an instant, the gold nugget that had been hit disappeared as if it had never appeared, and disappeared without a trace.

"You see, the stone statues seem to be trembling, and they are waking up!"

Countless stone statues that stood still, as if awakened, began to revive rapidly.

Especially on the periphery of the stone statue group, several stone statues that were close to Wu Ming and the others looked up one after another, as if they could see Wu Ming and the others.

"Back off, back off now!"

Wu Ming issued a warning in his mouth, pulled Zhuoma beside him, and quickly teleported to the rear.

In the next second, a giant sword ten meters long flew out of the hands of a stone statue and slashed down on everyone's original position.

The three warriors with two blood marks on their faces, equivalent to the Tsukiji Monk, were killed on the spot in an instant, and the blood stained the earth red.

After the blow, the gargoyle warrior who threw the giant sword did not rush out.

Everyone looked up and found that they were 100,000 meters away from the temple, and the stone warrior automatically stopped and returned to his original position.

Sensing this phenomenon, Wu Ming's eyes flickered, and he cautiously approached again.

90,000 meters, 80,000 meters, 70,000 meters.

Such a proximity did not cause the stone statue to react, nor did it trigger the attack of the crystal stone.

It wasn't until Wu Ming approached again and raised his feet to step into the range of 10,000 meters that the crystal stone on the top of the temple began to exert its power again.

"Phantom Migration!"

Wu Ming directly launched a teleportation, and his body disappeared in place, dodging the blow of the white light.

It's just that he didn't retreat far, but stopped at a distance of 50,000 meters from the stone statue group.

After stopping, Wu Ming looked towards the group of stone statues, only to see another stone statue raise the weapon in his hand and throw it at his position.

Wu Ming launched the teleportation again, retreating backwards in units of 10,000 meters, and it was not until he withdrew from the range of 100,000 meters that the stone statue gave up chasing him.

"10,000 meters is the attack range of the temple, and it will also awaken these stone statues. After the stone statue wakes up, the defense range becomes 100,000 meters, and it is temporarily safe 100,000 meters away! Wu Ming stood beside Zhuoma, opened his mouth without looking back, and said his calculations.

Hearing the accurate answer, the faces of the people were filled with sorrow.

You must know that if you are 10,000 meters away from the stone statues, you will usher in a strike force. If you break into the stone statues, or if you want to enter the temple, what kind of attack will it be?

The previous attack of the gargoyle warrior, everyone has seen it, and the warrior with two blood marks will be killed in an instant if he touches it.

In addition, in the top of the temple, the unknown light of destruction, no one present was sure that they would be able to enter the temple safely.

"Don't try, tell Wu about the situation here!" Wu Ming slowly opened his mouth and said his plan.

Zhuoma, Mu, Zhuo, and the three of them discussed for a while, and finally Zhuo personally led the two warriors to report everything that happened here.

Wu Ming and the few who did not leave set up camp at a safe distance, and no one acted rashly.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed, and people from various tribes have come.

At the beginning, it was only a small foot, at best, it was only a commander.

In the following days, as the number of people and tribes increased, the wizards of the Greystone tribe were the first to arrive, kicking off the appearance of wizards.

With the advent of wizards, many monks who survived and integrated into the various tribes began to appear.

Wu Ming roughly counted that there were more than 100 surviving monks.

The rest of the people, I don't know if they were lost in the secret realm, or if they were hidden and did not appear, and it is estimated that the possibility of increasing is not great.

"Graystone Wizard, thirty-two tribes have come so far, I don't know what you are planning? I look at these people, as if they are building something, what is this for? Wu Ming looked into the distance and looked at the busy crowd.

The Graystone Wizard held the golden scepter, stretched out his hand to the crowd, and whispered, "The truly dangerous being is the sleeping one in the temple. If we want to defeat him, we can only gather the power of various tribes, build an ancestral altar here, and call for the ancestors to come! ”

"Calling to the Ancestors!" Wu Ming didn't ask too much, so he could only observe it slowly.

Under the busyness of countless primitive people, the speed of construction is changing with each passing day, almost one day at a time.

When the number of tribes gathered reached fifty-four, and the number of wizards exceeded thirty, a ten-meter-high altar was erected.

The square altar that was erected, separated by a distance of 100,000 meters, echoed the Temple of the Three-Eyed Clan.

Every day, countless people kneel around the altar and call on the names of their ancestors to make sacrifices.

Occasionally, more than 30 tribal shamans would stand on the altar and sing and dance, singing unknown songs and rituals to offer sacrifices to the spirits of the ancestors.

A month later, the sorcerers began to make joint sacrifices, and worships continued day and night.

Wu Ming didn't understand the rules of the sacrifice, just a layman to watch the fun.

I only vaguely noticed that as the sacrifice continued, it seemed that a mysterious power was emerging, enveloping the altar.

At the same time, at a distance of 100,000 meters, on the temple that was far away, the crystal stone at the top also became more dazzling.

Many times, looking at that dazzling crystal stone, the graystone wizard will face a solemn look.

When Wu Ming asked, the Gray Rock Wizard didn't say anything, just shook his head in response, and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Boom!"

On this day, under the witness of countless people, the crystal stone on the top of the temple suddenly spewed a pillar of light upward.

Like a pillar of light in substance, it breaks through layers of barriers and disappears into the unknown space.

Seeing this scene, Wu Ming himself didn't react, but the faces of the wizards present changed drastically, and they all showed panicked looks.

"The light of the lead, the light of the lead has appeared!" The Greystone Wizard whispered incessantly, as if he had fallen into a nightmare.

Wu Ming was a little confused, looked at the white pillar of light in the distance, and asked, "What kind of guiding light, what does this thing do?" ”

"This guiding light is the coordinates, which can lead our world and reach the world of the false gods!" The Greystone Wizard ran wildly, roaring angrily as he ran in the direction of the altar, "All wizards go to the altar and call for the spirits of the ancestors to appear, and they must not let each other succeed!" ”

More than thirty wizards, quickly ascending to the altar.

Everyone formed a circle, cut their palms with bone knives, and called out in unison: "Great Ancestor Spirit, our Limestone Tribe, Rock Tribe, Blackwater Tribe, Gale Tribe, Clear Water Tribe......"

Blood continued to drip from his hands, gathering in a stone trough.

Under the altar, primitive people also prayed, and countless prayers merged together to form the same sound.

"Great ancestral spirits, your descendants call for your presence to break the chains on us. Come, great spirit of the ancestors, come! ”

The voices converge into esoteric laws and form a totemic imprint on the altar.

Wu Ming blessed his eyes with the eagle eye technique, and saw that in such a totem, a vague figure loomed, as if he was about to come out.

"Boom!"

The roar sounded, and the shadow in the totem finally came to reality.

At the first moment of reality, the vague figure walked up to the stone trough and drank the blood inside.

After drinking all the blood, the blurred figure became more solid, standing on the altar and looking into the distance, firmly locked on the temple.

"Ancestors..."

The primitives, including the wizard, all knelt on the ground and sent heartfelt blessings to this figure.

The figure didn't answer, but slowly raised his right hand, and a bone spear appeared in his hand, pointing towards the temple: "Kill!" ”

With a killing word exit, the spirit of the ancestors disappeared in an instant.

When he appeared, he had already come to the group of stone statues, holding a bone spear and moving forward, killing towards the location of the temple.

Impacted by the spirit of the Shock Ancestors, the gargoyle warriors began to awaken one after another.

It's just that because the crystal stone emitted a light of connection, the original light of destruction no longer appeared. This change has given many people hope and made more people ready to move.

"Warriors, follow in the footsteps of the ancestors and kill with me!" A sorcerer shouted and led the tribal warriors into the assault on the stone statues.

There were fifty or sixty tribes present, and the total number of warriors of various levels was tens of thousands.

More than 30 wizards and a few high-level warriors rushed to the forefront to open up the battlefield for low-level warriors.

The gargoyle warriors were powerful and heavy, and their attacks were wide open and closed, and there was no possibility of uniting them at all.

Tribal warriors, on the other hand, formed a war group of dozens of people, and ants flocked to them like elephants, trying to avoid a head-on confrontation as much as possible.

"Kill!"

In the midst of the melee, the spirit of the ancestors summoned by the primitives had already broken through the defense line of the stone statue and rushed towards the temple.

Wu Ming's eyes flickered slightly, and his body kept flashing in the battlefield. Together with more than thirty wizards, quickly close the distance to the temple and go straight to the entrance of the temple. (To be continued.) )