Zhang Yu walked along the stone stairs to the altar.
The son of God who was killed just now called himself the Son of Plague, so the altar he was guarding probably belonged to the God of Plague.
But as far as he knew, the God of Plague was supposed to have a decisive battle with Xuanfu in the north, so leaving a son of God here must have some purpose.
You must know that this place is only more than a day's journey from Ruiguang City. The two are too close. Now that he has arrived here, he must try to figure this out.
At the top of the altar, there is a tall temple corridor also built with stones. However, what is inconsistent with the grand appearance is that there is only a small stone door on the front, which can only be used by one person.
He didn't sense anything unusual in his heart, so he lowered his head slightly and stepped into the stone door.
A corridor appeared in front, with ancient mummies holding axes and spears on both sides. The weapons were made of obsidian, and the handles should have come from some unique plant, so they are still held in their hands by good people today.
After seeing these, he was sure that this was the style of "Kuruyinch". It seemed that this place was indeed related to the God of Plague.
After learning that the statue he obtained might be the God of Plague, he tried to verify the origin of this god.
Interestingly, he discovered that he had actually learned about this god of plague when he was studying ancient natural history.
In fact, the story about this person is very widespread. It is an epic poem spread among many tribes and is divided into two parts.
The title of God of Plague was given to it by believers over the past few decades.
The original name of the God of Plague was "Imitri". He was once the young king of a prosperous ancient country "Kuluyinqi" living in the east of the Anshan Mountains and deep in the continent. His country once fought with the ancient country of Bloodyang and was
The latter fell.
The king took the last group of tribesmen and fled deep into the rainforest. In order to take revenge, he prayed to many gods for strength. A god named "Yin Shen" responded to him. From then on, he had divine power and the ability to create descendants of gods.
He spent a hundred years to create powerful weapons and reproduced a thousand descendants with divine power, so he led his descendants to launch a battle of revenge against the Blood Sun Gods.
But the battle failed in the end. In order to kill him, the gods of the Xueyang Ancient Kingdom threw him into the Hellfire Mouth and burned his body with the help of the flames and molten rock there.
But before the war began, Imitri left a piece of his left little finger to his wife named "Sumida". This woman went to Mount Kiglis and prayed to a goddess there to get her.
"The clay pot of the world", and created Imitri's body in it. Finally, when he pressed the little finger of his left hand on it, Imitri was reborn.
But this new body does not have any memory of the past, so it does not know his wife.
Sumida had no choice but to pray to the goddess again and learned that only the "supreme" divine words could awaken her husband.
The following story is the second half of the epic, which is a series of experiences of this woman going to the kingdom of death.
The final outcome is that Sumida used her own sacrifice to awaken the memory of her husband, while "Imitri" completed his revenge in grief and destroyed the ancient kingdom of Bloodyang.
At the end of the epic, Imitri walked up the ladder to the "highest" place, trying to find his wife there.
Zhang Yu recalled this poem in his mind. He had already walked through the long corridor and arrived at the inner floor. It looked like a sacrificial hall with a spacious space, but there was nothing around it.
However, he paused and looked ahead.
He could feel that at the end of the road, behind the last wall, there was a stream of heat wafting out from there.
His heart moved, he stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pressed it, then took two steps back, the light suddenly rose from his body, and he raised his fist and knocked on the wall.
There was a loud roar in the hall.
Just a moment later, a small cracking sound was heard, and cracks spread outward from the place where his fist came into contact. In the end, the entire wall collapsed.
Zhang Yu looked over and saw that this was an extremely spacious palace, in which stood a statue of a god that was taller than an ordinary person. It looked extremely ugly, but its appearance was exactly the same as the statue he bought on the Dafu.
God of Plague!
And just after the wall collapsed, billowing heat flowed out from the statue and surged towards him.
He also smelled a smell of blood here. With a glance, he noticed that behind the statue, there were actually piles of mound-like corpses, all of which were spiritual creatures.
The entire statue was shrouded in a faint layer of blood light.
His eyes narrowed, there should be only one possibility for such a sacrifice.
Divine power transfer!
This is most likely a transfer location arranged by the God of Plague, and this statue is the body he will rest upon after his arrival.
In fact, the body of a supernatural god is not randomly selected. In order to be able to withstand the presence of divine power, it is usually made of special materials, and requires a long period of sacrifice and worship in advance.
Only under unavoidable circumstances will the gods choose to use human bodies as substitutes, but this is not the worst. In fact, there is another way that is even worse than this...
After realizing this, Zhang Yu immediately took out the gold-sealing ring from his pocket, pulled out the buckle on it, put it back again, stepped forward quickly, took off his gloves, and put his hand on the forehead of the statue.
superior.
In an instant, the heat flow rolled in and moved into his body, while countless tiny electric lights flashed in his eyes.
I don't know how much time passed, but all the source energy in the statue was absorbed by him, and then it suddenly shattered into countless pieces. After falling to the ground, it was smashed into powder.
But before he had time to check how big his harvest was, the entire temple suddenly reverberated with a huge vibration, accompanied by waves of roars.
The ancient mummies standing on both sides of the corridor were all broken into powder, and gravel and dust kept falling from the top.
At the same time, the surrounding walls were also glowing slightly.
When Zhang Yu saw this scene, he immediately judged that the other party's divine power was transferring to the altar, but he just didn't know where the other party's divine power would go without the statue.
Seeing that the temple was shaking, and the shaking was getting more and more violent, he stepped back and quickly retreated from here, and reached the spacious platform outside.
When he got outside, he found that in addition to the altar in front of him, there were several lights rising in the distance, but they were not as grand as here, and they came out of the ground. He immediately realized that there should be several smaller ones below.
altar.
Soon, he saw the soil on the ground being lifted up, and then several mummies climbed out. As they moved, internal blood vessels grew out of the shriveled bones, the muscles gradually became plump, and the skin also
From then on, the wrinkles became smooth and moisturized again.
A total of five people appeared, two men and three women, all with generally handsome faces. After they emerged, colorful patterns emerged from their toned bodies, emerging from their ankles and spreading all the way to their cheeks.
Instead of covering up with clothing.
At this time, he heard the sound of solid and powerful footsteps in the temple he had just exited. He turned around and saw a tall and strong young man walking out of the temple holding two stone axes.
He has a typical appearance of the ancient Anshan race, with soft facial features but very clear facial contours, thick and slender black eyebrows, deep and melancholy eyes, full and coordinated body muscles, and the whole person exudes a strange charm.
.
Zhang Yu drew his sword horizontally, his sleeves fluttering, and stood in front of this person, speaking in "Kuruyinqi": "Imitri?"
The young man stopped immediately, with a look of nostalgia and reminiscence on his face. His deep eyes seemed to have become more melancholy. He looked at Zhang Yu and said in a magnetic voice: "No one has called me this name for a long time.
,You have been a Tianxia person for thousands of years.”
At this time, the five handsome men and women jumped up and landed around Zhang Yu, looking at him with unkind eyes.
One of them said: "Father, we are from Tianxia again."
"Yeah, it seems like they're everywhere."
"I can feel his vast vitality and spirituality. This is a powerful god."
"Father, after killing him, can I use his beautiful skin to make my clothes?"
Zhang Yu held Xia Jian and stood there with a calm expression, unmoved by these threatening words. He said quietly: "Do you know why you always meet people from Tianxia?"
The young man seemed to be curious about this question. He thought about it seriously and asked, "Why?"
Zhang Yu raised his eyes to look at him and said slowly: "Because what you stand under your feet is the territory of Tianxia, and what hangs above your heads is the sky of Tianxia!"
Just as he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound, as if something came through the air suddenly, and a long sword flashing with flowing fire fell from the sky, with a snatching sound, and was inserted into the ground in front of the young man.
In mid-air, a young Taoist wearing a blue Taoist robe was floating there, surrounded by light and fire. He glanced at the gods below, and then looked at Zhang Yudao: "Junior brother, it's not too late for me to come, right?"
