As Al Isa stepped down from the wooden frame, several members of the Inquisition gathered around her.

They kept their distance from El, but their eyes under the mask of the strange bird were full of frenzy.

Whether scholars or judges, their beliefs and pursuits are closely integrated with the sacred law.

Whether the saints exist in the world or whether the saints will come down is not the most important thing for scholars and judges.

The Inquisition of Heresy is different, the Holy Descendants and the Descendants of the Devil, which is the whole meaning of their existence.

As long as one party confirms it, it means a lot to them!

This kind of frenzy made Al a little uncomfortable.

Like a frightened lamb, her gaze swept through the crowd, searching for the man's figure.

Al didn't find Luden, but found the stranger from before.

Her eyes lit up and she walked over with her head held high, "You owe me a big gold coin!" ”

Before getting on the wooden frame, Al made a bet with the scholar that he would be able to walk off the wooden frame alive.

Willing to lose the bet, the scholar wept and took out a large gold coin and handed it to Al.

Al Zou frowned, puzzled and asked,

"Anyway, it's just a big gold coin."

For scholars, a big gold coin is nothing, and even if they don't do anything, they can still receive a large monthly stipend.

And the expression of the scholar in front of him was not like losing a big gold coin, but more like a gambler who had lost his fortune.

A familiar man's voice sounded, and Ludon walked out from behind the scholar with a light smile,

"Because he gambled a hundred big gold coins with me."

Al:......

She never expected that Mr. Ludon would be so dedicated and never forget to send good fortune all the time.

He really, I cried to death.

Standing beside Mr. Ludon, for some reason, Al always felt a little more secure in his heart.

Even if you know that this man is extremely dangerous, even more demonic than a demon.

This sense of security for no reason still makes people unable to extricate themselves.

Al didn't have time to celebrate the aftermath of his life when Justice Prood walked over to her.

Justice Prode looked at her, no nonsense, and said bluntly,

"You have seven days to prepare, and after seven days, you will face your first trial.

When a thunderstorm comes, you must bathe in the thunder and lightning, prove your lineage, and decipher the secrets of the thunder and lightning. ”

The opening conditions for the path of the Holy Descent Trials are actually not that difficult.

Because if you want to complete the words of the saints, you can completely rely on making them up!

After all, no one knew the original appearance of the sage's words, which were lost in the history of the Qiyun Kingdom.

As long as you make up a decent one, you can pass.

What's more, the note that Luton left for El was originally a genuine proverb of love, and the philosophy contained in it was enough to convince the wise.

The most difficult part of the path of the Saint Descendant's trials is each trial!

These trials are terrifying, exhausting the imagination of mortals, and they cannot survive the trials.

In other words, choosing the path of the Holy Descent Trials is no different from choosing death!

For example, the first trial that Al is about to face:

On the night of the thunderstorm, go to the top of the mountain near the Shenbang, erect a huge iron rod to guide the thunder, and come back alive after being struck by lightning!

It's not a one-time split, it's a night-long split!

There were people who persecuted their slaves privately and tried to challenge this trial.

They chained the slaves to iron rods and threw the unlucky man on the top of the mountain before the thunderstorm came.

The next day, when people went to see it, the slave's hair exploded, his whole body was charred, and he couldn't die anymore...

It's a trial that no mortal can't complete!

The first weight alone dissuaded everyone from retreating.

therefore

When the members of the Saint Family calmed down, more people were willing to believe that Al was just cornered, panicked, and jumped over the wall.

With that, Justice Prod turned and left, and the members of the Inquisition went with him.

Before the last member of the Strange Bird Mask left, he left a strange word,

"Until the trial begins, the Inquisition will protect your life."

Al frowned slightly, she still didn't understand why she needed the protection of the Inquisition.

Just as she was thinking this, an exclamation suddenly came from behind her.

"Be careful!"

Above her, a shadow was rapidly expanding.

Before Al could make any more moves, a strong hand grabbed the back of her neck and lifted Al to his feet.

Ludon held Al in his left hand and Awu in his right, and led the two of them back sharply.

Boom –

A square piece of wood smashed the ground, splashing countless dust.

If she stays where she is, this square wood alone will kill her!

Mr. Ludon, saved her life again!

Al's gaze was unkind, and he looked up at the sky.

She didn't get any more information out of the darkness.

Boom Boom –

Before Al's eyes, the wooden frame collapsed rapidly, and it seemed to be mixed with the screams of men.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ludon sighed and shook his head,

"No matter how young you are, the despicable methods are always the same, can't you play some new tricks?"

The dazed Awu widened his innocent eyes and asked curiously,

"Mr. Luden, what the hell is going on?"

The kid didn't know anything about what had happened in the last few breaths.

"What happened?"

Lu Deng spread his hands and said helplessly,

"Could it be someone who wants to kill El and send a loyal servant to take advantage of the darkness of the night to climb up the wooden frame without everyone noticing, throw the wood down and try to stone El to death, and then someone collapses the wooden frame to kill the killer?"

Al:......

Luden's conjecture is a little too detailed.

A man in a strange bird mask ran quickly to Al's side, looking vigilant,

"I'm sorry, we were negligent."

As soon as they promised to protect Al's safety, they were almost assassinated in public!

Where is this assassination of Al, this is simply a slap in the face of the Inquisition!

The strange bird's gaze under the mask was eerie, looking at the ruins, and seeing a man's hand in the collapsed pile of wood.

A stream of blood flowed down the gap to Miss Al's feet.

The man in the ruins was still moaning slightly...

The man in the strange bird mask bowed slightly and asked,

"What do you think should be done?"

The people of the Inquisition have never been so polite!

Al folded his arms around his chest, his face gloomy, and he had figured out what was going on.

She suddenly felt that the evening breeze was a little cold.

Without looking at the ruins of the wooden pile, Al Isa said coldly,

"Burn it."