The vendor on the street of East City in Los Angeles who pushed a wooden cart and walked through the streets and alleys to sell steamed buns made a sharp turn, causing the steamed buns on the steamer to fall one and land right in front of an ant passing by.

For the hawker, it may be a slap to hold, but for the ant, it seems to be a hill falling from the sky.

Different references, different perspectives, different giants and insignificance.

It's like Ning Shu saw a temple the size of a fist on the other side of the weak water, and he could encompass it with a gesture of his thumb and index finger, but if he looked at it after crossing the river, he would only find that his whole person might not be as big as a cornerstone of this temple.

It's an exaggeration.

Ning Shu had been to the Weiyang Palace of His Majesty the current Emperor of the Divine Dynasty, and he had no such shocking feeling.

It is also a temple, and the river temple built by Nanlian Village with the bones of the heaven-swallowing king fish may be just a small shrine here, and the momentum is even more different, and the endless sense of oppression exists in every space, and there is an impulse that people can't help but surrender.

In ancient times, worshippers often came from thousands of miles away to worship in three steps and one bow in five steps, dedicating themselves to the gods they believed in.

Now, Ning Shu looked up at the stone beam that seemed to be across the sky, forcibly restraining his urge to kneel.

Everything in this temple is made of huge stones, and stone steps lead to a higher level.

Perhaps it was the oppression brought by the momentum that was even worse, Ning Shu remembered the moment when he looked at the city gate when he first arrived in Los Angeles.

The building is surprisingly large, and the steps that can be stepped on in a single step in an ordinary building now seem endless, with no vertical and horizontal ends in sight.

A few steps away stood torches, burning as if they had never been extinguished.

As you had previously sensed, everything here exudes an air of antiquity and mystery.

The old river god had never been here, so Ning Shu and Xu Yuanxin had to grope their way forward.

I don't know what the temple will hide during the flood period, but since there is weak water on the outside, it must be immeasurable what is inside.

Xu Yuanxin was born in Kunlun Immortal Palace, and naturally saw the palace-like magnificent buildings, but the magnificence, glazed bricks and tiles, and the rough style of the huge stones piled up in front of him seemed much more docile.

The two of them walked cautiously and slowly like two ants, and if anyone could look down from a high place, they would see that they were not as big as the sparks that burst out of the torches.

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What frightened Ning Shu more than the magnificent palace and the oppressive momentum were the traces of knives and axes on these stones.

These piles of boulders do not seem to be as boxy as the walls of Los Angeles, without leaking gaps, but have been eroded by time to reveal the mottles and cracks underneath.

But it can be seen that there are still traces of artificial carvings on it, presumably the stone here was originally mined from the mountains and then transported here.

It's just that...... It's all incredible.

Every piece of masonry is the size of a house, and it's hard to imagine that manpower can do this.

Open the mountain to take stones, transport stones, and build and arrange......

If it is said that tens of thousands of people can be used to mine the stone, a large number of ox carts can be called for transportation, and even countless stone carvings can be invited to carve, each of which can be imagined separately, can be combined together, and complete such a temple, the difficulty is not as simple as one plus one.

Non-human, but there are traces of manpower.

It can be called a miracle.

This is a temple, which is naturally built by believers, just like the fishbone temple in Ningshu, which was built by the people of Nanlian Village, but the scale of the two can not be compared in the slightest.

Ning Shu can imagine that tens of millions of years ago, countless ancestors squandered sweat and blood to build huge stones piece by piece, and after generations of efforts, they finally built such a palace.

All this was done in the hope of being protected by the gods.

How is it different from tyrannical monarchy to waste money and resources just to satisfy one's own preferences?

God denounces that he should do what he protects, not what he enslaves.

If there is a god here, it must not be the true God.

With such a judgment, Ning Shu took a sense of scrutiny of everything in this palace.

As the two moved forward in silence, the original shock and vigilance were mixed with thinking.

Since this is a temple, it can be built so grandly, so what kind of god should be enshrined in it?

The stone steps were very long, and Ning Shu deduced that the end of the stone steps should be the center of the temple, that is, the altar and the statue of the god.

It was empty, because the space was so large that even the breath was magnified and clear.

After walking for a long time, neither of them saw anything different, only blue-black stones and burning torches.

Contrary to the two of them, after walking for so long, they have not encountered any danger, unlike the old river god, who encountered an accident after stepping into the weak water, and was directly turned into a puppet when he came the second time.

The more important factor is, where is the inspiration king who is one step ahead of them at this time?

Danger lurks, and every step is taken carefully.

Because it was empty, both of them had a sense of powerlessness, as if they were on the river. Even if a cultivator has a mana supply, it can't make up for this feeling that comes from the bottom of his heart.

Ning Shu supported Xu Yuanxin, and his steps were a little slower than when he first came in.

It was precisely because of the slowdown that he discovered the sight of torches illuminated in the darkness at the edge of the stone steps.

Some very simple lines, combined with crude pigments that have not yet completely peeled off, make up the murals.

This is a normal combination of temples, and in each temple of the gods, there will be gods and spirits to paint the merits of the gods on the wall, so that some believers who have not seen miracles can better understand the life of the gods and thus have faith.

The river temple in Nanlian Village is painted with the scene of Ning Shu holding a sword to punish demons, although Ning Shu has never stepped into the temple, but he also knows it.

Thousands of years ago there were no as many kinds of paints as they are now, and they could not be preserved over the years, and the skills of painting were not as abundant as they are now, so they could only describe things through simple lines.

It's very simple, but it's enough for people to understand the meaning.

The rain of fire, the monstrous floods, the roars of the gods and demons......

The paintings depict these extinct images, and below these pictures are rows of kneeling people, whose fear and awe can be seen from the simple line movements.

The rain of fire is painted with crimson paint, falling obliquely from the top of the mural, saying that it is a rain of fire, it is a bit like the fall of stars, but it is difficult for Ning Shu to imagine that there are so many stars, so it can only be understood as a rain of fire.

The flood was mostly blue-and-white lines, with splashes rolling up and inundating the houses.

As for the gods and demons, they are painted with extreme ferocity, and you can feel the fierceness of the battle from the painting.

The detached corpse was still staring, still holding Changge in his hand.

Some people have swords in their hands, others have huge bells on their heads, and even giant birds and dazzling suns that obscure the sky.

There are some things that Ning Shu is very familiar with, such as the sun, which is actually a golden crow, he has seen such a scene in the evolution of the Lu Xing Shift Spell in front of the Hanshan Temple of Jialan Mountain, and that sword light, Ning Shu has felt the same murderous aura in the sword marks on the head of the statue of the mountain god in the mountain temple.

These should all be the scenes of the battle between the monks of various tribes during the flood period, and in the eyes of mortals, it has become the end of the world.

"This is...... The ancestor of the Wu clan, this is the Dao ancestor of my Dao Sect, and this is the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan......" Xu Yuanxin pointed to the so-called gods and demons on the mural and said in surprise.

"Styx Shura, the ancestor of the West, the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring...... This is the battle of the Flood Famine. ”

Ning Shu instantly knew what was depicted in this painting.

Xu Yuanxin continued: "During the flood period, all souls were prosperous, and all clans had their own cultivators who were able to reach the heavens, and at that time, the demon clan produced two monks with outstanding talents, and established the demon clan heavenly court on Buzhou Mountain, calling themselves the Emperor of Heaven and the Emperor of the East, and the gods were formed under the division of the demon clan heavenly court. ”

"The Demon Clan's Heavenly Court commanded the heavens, and when the power was at its peak, all the clans avoided its edge, how could the Emperor of Heaven have great ambitions and want to control reincarnation, so such a great war broke out that swept all the races. ”

"In that battle, the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court declined, and then the monks of all races who participated in that battle also disappeared, and even the Dao Ancestor of my Dao Sect also retreated and cultivated, and was never born again. ”

Ning Shu was shocked in his heart, he knew very little about the legend of the Flood Famine, but the only result of the cultivation world was that the war ended the Flood Famine Period, and then opened a chaotic period of nearly 10,000 years.

During this period, the Lingxiao Treasure Hall appeared above the Nine Heavens, established the Jade Law of the Heavenly Net, and prospered with the Daomen, while the demon clan was low-key, and the human race was beginning to show its edge.

In the end, the ancient heavenly court disappeared, and the gods went to Zhuolu Central Plains, first laying the foundation for a battle with the Hate Heaven Clan, and then fighting with the Daomen to completely pull the mundane onto the stage of heaven and earth, and at the same time, the immeasurable demon clan also began to be active and entered people's field of vision.

Until today.

Tens of thousands of catastrophes, tens of thousands of years of chaos, and a thousand years of Qingming.

Because the time is so far away, no one knows what happened in those endless years, so we can only judge some clues from the remnants of the past.

This temple is indeed true, and it is correct to judge before, it should be the product of the period after the flood and the beginning of the chaotic period.

"Who is the man with the sword?"

Ning Shu was a little curious, not only because he also used a sword, but also because he had collected a similar residual killing intent sword qi on the head of the mountain god statue when he was in Jialan Mountain a year ago.

So impressed.

Before Xu Yuanxin could answer, at this time, a voice sounded from the depths of the stone steps.