An intense drum sound. Climbing to the commanding height like the tide, the beast bone dagger in the hands of the Muyako girl, neatly returned to the waist of the scabbard, the dance is charming and gorgeous, people do not want to look away at all

　　

　　 "Kaka" didn't know why, the fat man heard it keenly, feeling that in the drumming sound of constant knocking, he heard some kind of faster and faster metal friction sound, the fat man couldn't help but secretly strange,

　　

　　 Eventually, with a very crisp metal fracture sound, the throbbing drum sound, but also stopped with the moving dance sound,

　　

"It is the Oracle of the Prophet! It has not been heard for many years!" The fat man heard a whisper of discussion from the Muya people next to him. Thousands of Muyako girls dressed up in colorful rings under the altar were also neat. In the direction of the red clay altar, I bowed my knees to salute,

　　

　　 countless beautiful eyes, but floated uniformly on the fat man in the center of the altar. The fat man suddenly realized that he became the target of the public, secretly groaning in his heart, and the confusion in his heart suddenly disappeared without a trace.

　　

　　Under the focus of countless pairs of beautiful eyes full of curiosity, the kind of embarrassment and thorny jī that was casually watched by thousands of girls, even the fat-faced guy who is hòu than the city wall, was also scared to hold back in one breath,

　　

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

　　

　　 "Cough, well, everyone is tired after preparing for one night, everyone is gone!"

　　

Muyakodir stood on the altar and coughed heavily, with a weird smile on the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand with a unique pattern to the clan girls below, and posed one as the patriarch. The gesture of the end of the ceremony,

　　

Seeing this gesture, the neat girls underneath began to disperse. 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 simple, and most of them were girls. Still wandering nearby, some of them who are in a big position, quickly put on a gorgeous Muyako color coat, and constantly took the opportunity to speak to their relatives on the altar, and turned a pair of hot eyes toward the fat man's position. Glance over,

　　

　　 "I didn't expect to have today, is this considered to be raped by the collective?" Fatty is like sitting on a needle felt, but there is no place to avoid, only to cry inwardly and not sigh,

　　

　　 "Okay, everyone is gone!" Muyakodir also felt that this situation was really unreasonable, sinking his face to the native color girls who were still walking back and forth, screaming angrily

　　

　　 "Hee hee!" Seeing the patriarch's hair ruined, many Muyako girls dismissed with a grin, unwillingly, after being pulled by their loved ones,

　　

Compared with the passionate dances they had just shown, the charming and enthusiastic figures, I am afraid that no man will not see salivation, but those who dare to use their brains will not be overwhelmed. most,

　　

Because the Muyako people have never been married to foreigners, women are their most valuable private property. Looking at these wonderful backs that fled back to their tabernacles, the fat man suddenly remembered the stubborn beauty Ahi who held him for a night. There was a fiery heart inside, but at this time, Muyakodir put his head over and whispered with oil and vinegar beside him. "In fact, your majesty does not have to go to the heart. The women of my family are used to it. They never know what the etiquette is. They The most important thing is the peerless hero who sweeps the world like His Majesty. In fact, if your Majesty has a fancy, even if they are made to be a personal maid, it is their blessing!"

　　

　　 "Cough, Patriarch Muyako, this... The sacrifice is complete, can we go to the holy land!" The fat man looked embarrassed and snorted, the name Mo Yake still hovering in his mind

　　

"Of course!" Muyakodir nodded and smirked at the corner of his mouth. Under his leadership, the fat man walked up the **** on the east side of Red Clay City. The scene in front of him let the fat man finally know why Muyakodir had previously Mentioned here, it would be such a weird expression, just as Muyakodir was puzzled, 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 the eyes, it is indeed Let the fat guy look dumbfounded

　　

　　 This is a 100-meter-wide ruin. The fat man does not know how to describe the crescent-shaped mountain formed by the red clay that he saw in front of him.

　　

Above this ruin, it is a singular world with bright colors, with hundreds of meters of vertical and horizontal columns, countless cylindrical red objects, pierced with red and black squares, and put together on a platform, which stands at different heights. On the north and south sides of the earth, one side is dry and fine sand, and the other is moist black soil,

　　

　　 "This is the holy temple guarded by our people for generations, the place where the prophet Ferran buried his bones!" Muyakodir looked at the holy temple in the distance with a twinkling gaze.

　　

"Actually, our ancestors were one of the vassals of the prophet Ferran. At the time, the prophet Ferran was expelled from the temple. A large number of vassals chose to leave. Only our family is the only person who swears to follow to the end. , Until the prophet passed away, my family still sticks here! In order to prevent the prophet’s Holy Spirit from being disturbed by irrelevant people, in the design of the holy temple, the gate of the holy temple was composed of a huge stone weighing ten thousand pounds,

　　

　　On the red clay altar in the city, the Muyako clan dancing thousands of people, the temple door of the huge catty boulder will be opened by the connected magic machinery, so I said that the whole red clay city is actually part of this holy temple."

　　

"There is such a wonderful machine?" Thinking of the metal twisting friction he heard just now, Fat Man's face flashed a little surprise. He thought that this might be a sky temple free from destruction, but the only thing he didn't think of here. It would be the burial ground of the prophet Ferran, the most respected by the Salander,

　　

　　 Such a huge design also made the fat man secretly stunned. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "I just don't know whether the machine with such a powerful power is from the handwriting of the Muyako ancestors or one of the survivors of Ferran?

　　

"It was designed by Prophet Ferran himself! If my family possesses such abilities, it will not fall into such a situation!" Muyakodir showed a bit of regret on his face, and said, while embarking on the hundred leading to the gate of the temple Rice steps

　　

The abrupt red earth and stone form a stone forest of various shapes between the two sides of the walkway. At first glance, it seems to extend to an infinitely beautiful sky and earth. It follows a certain rule like human tendons and spreads across the entire surface. Magnificent and spectacular, it can make people breathe.

　　

On the highest step, there is a temple that is more magnificent than the center of the red clay city. Its spectacular stone columns and arcades give an indescribable macro, seemingly completely not restricted by the laws of time and space. Under the rising sun, the golden light is brilliant, and the temple gate built on the huge mountain is 20 meters high. It is dark and mysterious, and a huge stone gate can be seen vaguely.

　　

The most strange place for fat people is here. The huge Mamunuk knight sculpture stands on both sides of the stone gate, and some choking white smoke rolls out from the temple door, and soon diffuses in the temple. All around, people who don’t know, thought it was a fire inside the hundreds of years old temple

　　

"Your Majesty, don't worry, it's just a sign of the opening of the temple door!" Muyakodir explained with a smile. "This is the same every time the temple is opened. As the oracle of the Holy Land sounds, such smoke will always come out of the temple. In fact, there are some choking people who are not poisonous at all. As long as the temple is closed, everything will be isolated. The last time the holy door was opened was ten years ago, and the time for opening the holy door was 3 hours each time, and gradually lost control. The stone gate of force. It will slowly fall as the intensity decreases, and finally completely closed with the ground!"

　　

Muyakodir’s nervous expression said, “That is to say, if it does not come out in 3 hours, the time to open the holy door again must be pushed back ten years. Once a warrior of my family tried it, even if it was enough. Water and food will also die inside, so under normal circumstances, our family is forbidden to open!"

　　

　　 "In such a dangerous place, it is better for me to go for a visit instead of the maid!" Reposti asked the fat man.

　　

"No, I have to go and see it myself!" The fat man sniffed his nose~lightnovelpub.net~ It seemed to smell something from the ubiquitous mist here, his face changed slightly, his expression waved firmly to him Get started,

　　

　　 He looked at the gate of the holy temple in the distance, and began to shine brightly,

　　

　　What a joke, it was difficult to find the place where the legendary Prophet Ferran was buried. It is impossible to give up in this way, and how can Reposti know what is the most important thing in it!

　　

Taking the cloud-like mist in front of me, it feels like a little watery choking nose, obviously it is the huge water vapor emitted by the machinery burning and burning inside, because the temple door opens and drifts from inside. Out,

　　

　　Before linking up, there was a quick, weird metal transfer sound at the foot, and the fat man was almost sure,

　　

　　 The so-called war of thousands of people who opened the gate of the temple should be an artificial motive for the initiation of some steam-like machinery.

　　

　　 Then the whole machine can pull up the huge catty boulders that block the gate of the temple, the natural heat source, a lot of water vapor, and the violent friction of the machine,

　　

　　The fat man felt like he had touched something, but he couldn’t tell for a while.

　　

"If so, please allow your majesty to come in with your majesty!" Reposti saw his majesty Falcon so determined that he could only bow his head dignified. "Otherwise, Reposti would be charged with violating the will of His Majesty. Never let your majesty step into this dangerous place!" (To be continued) [] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. )