Chapter 64: Chapter 12 Xianyu Mountain (5)

When the two entered the temple, they found a large hole in the middle of the dome with a diameter of about one zhang. Sunlight shone directly through the hole on the altar in the center. The altar is smooth and light, reflecting the sunlight back to form a pillar of light. A golden book could be seen slowly spinning in the pillar of light.

"Did you see that?" Miao Yu put down the firewood in his hand and walked to the pillar of light.

"What?" Dai Ping asked, putting down the firewood in his hand and walking over.

"A book. Miao Yu said.

"Sure enough, there is a book. After Dai Ping finished speaking, he had to reach out and take it.

With a "snap", Miao Yu knocked down Dai Ping's hand and said, "Wait." With that, he took a branch and stretched it out. I saw a "Teng", and the branches were ignited.

"Look at it. Miao Yu held the burning branch and said, "Quickly put up the firewood." ”

Dai Ping shook his head and said happily: "No." "Set up the firewood and raise the fire. Two more brackets were erected from tree branches, and the Soul Crusher was carried on them.

"This is the yoke gate. Dai Ping said with a smile. Open the rucksack and take out the clothes one by one to dry on the barrel of the Soul Crusher.

The two sat down around the fire, eating dry food while looking around the temple. The temple is extremely simple, with nothing but an altar in the center.

"Did you see that?" Miao Yu said, pointing to the wall, "There seems to be a carving." ”

"Huh?" Dai Ping said after taking a closer look, "there is a carving, like a warrior holding a giant axe in both hands. ”

"Look at it again, there are more than one," Miao Yu exclaimed, "they move." ”

"Surely!" Dai Ping said, standing up. I saw that the warrior with the giant axe in both hands sometimes jumped to attack, sometimes used the whirlwind slash to attack something, and there was also a warrior holding a simple knife in each hand, sometimes attacking at the same time with both hands, sometimes jumping to attack, sometimes whirlwind slashing, as if two people were fighting. Suddenly, another warrior appeared, holding a huge bow, and with a "whoosh" sound, five feathered arrows were shot at the same time. Seeing this, the two warriors who were fighting each other pounced on each other. I saw this archer, standing there, his figure flashing from side to side, dodging the attack lightly. Just as they were having a good time, another warrior appeared, holding a bid in each hand, shaking his hands, and with a "whoosh" sound, the double bids were thrown at the same time, and then the bids were drawn from behind their backs, and their hands were projected alternately. For a moment, the javelins flew in all directions, which was dizzying. As the two of them worried about the three warriors, the picture faded and the walls became smoother.

"The attacking skills, techniques, and speed of the warriors in this painting are so fast that I have never seen them, and I don't know what race of warriors they are. Dai Ping sighed.

"It's just that the picture is not very clear, and I can't see what they're wearing. Miao Yu said.

"It's a world out of here. Dai Ping sighed, thinking that his raid speed was dwarfed by the attack speed of the warrior in the painting. Even if the eldest brother is here, his whirlwind slash may not be able to take advantage of it here.

"Sister-in-law, you go to the lake to wash up first. Dai Ping saw that the change of clothes had been dried.

Wait for Miao Yu to pick up a change of clothes and walk out of the temple. Dai Ping walked to the wall and stretched out his hand to rub it carefully. How he wished that the images would resurface, that the warriors would slow down so that he could see their movements, their hands, and their footwork.

"Dai Ping save me!" Just as Dai Ping was thinking, Miao Yu's mournful cry for help came into the temple. When Dai Ping heard this, he jumped out of the temple with a little foot, drew the god-killing sword in the air, and when he landed, the bone armor was fully armed. Looking around, I saw Miao Yu's whole body, his long wet hair sticking to his body, his hands crossed in front of his chest, his slender legs intertwined and suspended in the air, and his face was ashamed and angry. Not far away, there was a man in a white gown, meditating cross-legged.