Dense drum beats. Climbing to the commanding heights like a tide, the beast bone dagger in the hand of the Muyako girl neatly returned to the scabbard at the waist, dancing in a charming and gorgeous manner, making people not want to take their eyes off at all

"Click" I don't know why, the fat man heard it keenly, and felt that in the continuous beating of the drum, he faintly heard some faster and faster metal friction sound, and the fat man couldn't help but secretly wonder in his heart,

In the end, with an extremely crisp sound of metal breaking, the beating drum sound, and the moving dance sound, it also stopped abruptly,

"It's a prophet oracle! I haven't heard it for many years!" the fat man heard a whisper from the Muya people next to him, and the thousands of Muyako girls dressed in colorful rings under the altar also bowed their knees in the direction of the red clay altar.

Countless beautiful eyes, but neatly floated to the fat man in the center of the altar, the fat man suddenly found that he had become the target of the public, and secretly complained in his heart, and the little confusion in his heart suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Under the focus of countless pairs of beautiful eyes full of curiosity, the embarrassment and excitement of being watched by thousands of girls at will, even the fat man, who is so cheeky that he can be called a thick city wall, is so frightened that he holds his breath back,

After maintaining this embarrassing posture for half a minute, the fat man looked innocently at Muyakodir, who was pretending to be stupid and stunned, and his silent gaze seemed to say, "Patriarch Muyakodir, this sacrifice should be regarded as over!"

"Ahem, okay, everyone is tired after preparing all night, everyone is gone!"

Standing on the altar, Muyakodil coughed heavily, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and raised his hand with a unique pattern to the clansmen below, making a gesture of the end of the ceremony as the patriarch,

Seeing this gesture, the neat girls below began to disperse, and the fat man finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that this was the real end, but soon, he felt that he was thinking too simply, most of the girls were still wandering around, and some of them quickly changed into gorgeous Muyako colorful clothes, and constantly took the opportunity to talk to their relatives on the altar, and kept glancing at the position of the fat man with a pair of hot eyes.

"I didn't expect that I had today, is this considered to be raped by the collective?" The fat man was like sitting on pins and needles, but there was nowhere to avoid it, so he could only cry and laugh in his heart and sigh,

"Alright, everyone is gone!" Muyakodir also felt that this situation was really unreasonable, and lowered his face to the girls in his own colorful clothes who were still walking back and forth below, and said angrily

"Hehe-hee!" saw that the patriarch was ruthless, under the pull of his relatives. Many Muyako girls smiled unwillingly and dispersed,

Compared with their forgetful dance just now, the delicate and lovely and enthusiastic figures, I am afraid that no man will not see the salivation. But I'm afraid that those who dare to use their brains won't account for the majority,

For the Muyakos have never intermarried with foreigners, and women are their most precious private property, watch the wonderful backs of these infinitely delicate fleeing back to their respective tabernacles. The fat man suddenly remembered the stubborn beauty Ash who he hugged all night, and couldn't help but feel a burst of heat in his heart, but at this time. Muyakodil leaned his head over, and whispered beside him, "Actually, you don't have to take it to heart, the women of my clan are used to it, and they never know what etiquette is, what they value most is a peerless hero like Majesty Xià who sweeps the world, in fact, if His Majesty has a fancy to it, even if they are made a personal maid, it can be regarded as their blessing!" "Ahem, Patriarch Muyako, this ...... The sacrifice is complete, can we go to the Holy Land!" The fat man's face was embarrassed, and he snorted, the name Mo Yaxuan was still wandering in his mind

"Of course!" Muyakodil nodded, the corners of his mouth sneered, under his leadership, the fat man and his party walked up the slope on the east side of the red clay city, the scene in front of him made the fat man finally know why Muyakodil mentioned this place before, it would be such a strange expression, just like Muyakodir was confused, the position of the red clay platform is like the dividing line between the upper and lower Black Forest, and this dividing line is so clearly displayed in front of him, it is indeed a dumbfounding look for the fat man

This is a ruin with a width of 100 meters, and the fat man really doesn't know how to describe the crescent-shaped mountain formed by the red soil of the "behemoth" he saw in front of him.

On top of this ruin, there is a strange world of brilliant colors, hundreds of meters in length and width, countless cylindrical red objects, piercing through the red and black squares arranged together on the platform, towering over the north and south sides of the earth at different heights, one side is dry fine sand, the other side is moist black soil,

"This is the holy temple that our people have guarded for generations, the burial place of the prophet Ferran!" Muyakodir said in a deep voice with a cautious face as he looked at the temple in the distance with flickering eyes

"In fact, the ancestors of our clan are one of the vassal tribes of the prophet of Ferran, when the prophet of Ferran was expelled from the temple, a large number of vassals chose to leave, only our tribe is the only one among all believers, who swore to follow to the end, until the prophet died, our tribe still stuck here! In order to prevent the Holy Spirit of the prophet from being disturbed by irrelevant people, in the original design of the temple, the gate of the temple was composed of a whole boulder weighing 10,000 catties.

Only on the red clay altar in the city, the war dance of the Muyako tribe of thousands of people is danced, and the temple gate of the 10,000-jin boulder will be opened by the connected magical machinery, so I say that the entire red clay city is actually a part of this holy temple."

"How can there be such a wonderful machine?" Thinking of the friction sound of metal twisting that he heard just now, the fat man's face flashed a trace of surprise, he thought that this might be a sky temple somewhere that was free from destruction, but the only thing he didn't expect was that this would be the burial place of the prophet Felan, who was most respected by the Salander people,

Such a huge design also made the fat man secretly speechless, and he couldn't help but ask curiously, "I just don't know if the machine with such powerful power is the handiwork of the ancestors of the Muyako tribe, or one of the surviving remnants of the Prophet Ferran?"

"It was Prophet Ferran himself!If my people had such ability, they would not have fallen into such a situation!" Muyakodir said as he walked up the hundred-meter steps leading to the temple gate

The abrupt red earth and stone form a stone forest of various shapes between the two sides of the walkway, which at first glance seems to extend straight to the infinitely beautiful world, like human tendons following a certain law, scattered throughout the surface, that kind of unique majestic magnificence, can make people breathe still.

And on the highest steps, there stands a temple that is more magnificent than the center of the red clay city, its magnificent stone pillars and arcades, giving people an indescribable macrocosm, as if completely unrestricted by the laws of time and space, the temple body is golden in the rising sun, relying on the huge mountain to build the temple gate is 20 meters high, through the dark and mysterious, you can vaguely see a huge stone gate,

The most strange place for the fat man is here, the huge carving of the Mamunuk knight stands on both sides of the stone gate, and a burst of choking white smoke billows out from the temple gate, and soon fills the surroundings of the temple, and people who don't know think that the fire is inside this centuries-old temple

"Don't worry, that's just a sign that the door of the temple is open!" Muyakodir explained with a smile, "Every time the temple is opened, it is like this, with the sound of the oracle of the holy land, there will always be such smoke coming out of the temple, in fact, it is a little choking, it itself is not the slightest poison, as long as the temple is closed, a qiē will be isolated, the last time the holy door was opened was ten years ago, each time the holy door was opened for 3 hours, and the stone gate gradually lost its control. It will slowly fall as the force decreases, and finally close completely to the ground!"

Muyakodir explained nervously, "That is to say, if you don't come out for 3 hours, the time to open the Holy Gate again must be pushed back by ten years, there have been warriors of our clan who have experimented, even if they bring enough water and food, they will also die inside, so under normal circumstances, our clan is forbidden to open it!"

"Such a dangerous place, why don't I go in place of Your Majesty!" said Reposti to the fat man's request

"No, I must go and see for myself!" the fat man twitched, as if he smelled something from the ubiquitous fog here, his face changed slightly, and he waved his hand with a determined expression,

He looked at the gate of the holy temple in the distance, and his eyes began to shine with excitement.

What are you kidding, it is not easy to find the burial place of the legendary prophet Ferran, it is impossible to give up like this, and how can Reposti know which things in it will be the most important!

Take the cloud-like fog in front of you, the feeling of being a little moist and choking is obviously the huge water vapor emitted by the machinery burning inside, drifting out from the inside because the temple door is opened.

Connecting the previous sound of a strange metal turning at his feet, the fat man was almost very sure,

The so-called thousand-man war dance that opens the gate of the temple should be an artificial power to attract some kind of steam-like machinery.

Then the whole machinery can pull up the 10,000-pound boulders that block the gate of the holy temple, natural heat sources, a large amount of water vapor, and the violent friction of the machinery.

The fat man felt as if he had faintly touched something, but for a moment he couldn't tell

"If that's the case, please allow me to go in with your majesty!" Reposti saw that His Majesty the Falcon was so resolute, he could only bow his head with a solemn face and said, "Otherwise, even if Reposti is charged with going against His Majesty's will, he will never let His Majesty step into this dangerous place!" (To be continued.) )