Thanks to pity: "Yes? Why do you see it?"

Huacheng was about to speak. At this time, the words of the words stuck in the trembling fingers and began to write on the ground. Out of inexplicable respect, everyone looked around and saw him. He only saw the words "combat form" written by his men. After writing, it seemed to exhaust the last effort, clenched his fists, and did not move.

Huacheng looked up and said: "This is the case. The guardian mount of the Rain Master is a black cow formed by the Golden Beast of the Royal Dojo of the Rain Masters. The stable walking road leaves no traces, and once it enters the battle, it will change its shape. Therefore, this hoof print is different in shape from the usual hoof print, and is more spacious."

Ruan said: "The information of the Lord Ghost King is amazing."

Huacheng pointed to the mark on the ground and continued to thank her: "Brother, look."

Thanks for giving up and looking over, said: "Well, sure enough... this hoof print suddenly appeared, and it was sudden that they came to meet the enemy."

Huacheng Road: "Well. And this hoof is very deep. It shows that the enemy is not simple. The cow is here to fight against the enemy. It is squeezed into the soil by two inches."

The two simulated the battle scene at the time, and they were not willing to show weakness. "But in the end, the two sides still tied."

Thanks: "Not bad."

There were no bloodstains around, and there was no ghost of drifting. It looked like they were hitting here. They quickly and slyly slammed a few tricks. They found that the other side was a hard bone, and both gave up.

Huacheng informed that the east side of the things turned direction, and the pedestrians continued to go west, but the speed of the road was slower. In a short time, a very tall and singular building appeared on the side of the road. From a distance, it was more stylish than other houses. Even if several walls and some eaves collapsed, it still can only be seen. Xie pity could not stop to stop, said: "Where is this?"

Huacheng only glanced at him and said: "The temple of the Wuyong people."

The truss was squatting with an arm and dragging him away. "How do the flower city owners know that this is the temple?"

Huacheng Road: "Because it was written above."

It was said that everyone looked up and saw that on the stone beam in front of the building's main entrance, it was really engraved with a row of incomparable words. Although it has been through years of tempering, there are some strange scratches, but it is still quite clear.

However, for a moment of silence, thank you: "The above is indeed written, but..."

But this text does not understand at all!

I never imagined that even this is hard to beat the city. He said to the pray: "This line of text, the general idea is that 'Princes of the Prince will bring the light to the world and eternal illuminate the land of Wuyong'. The singer's nonsense is gone. Brother, you see, countdown characters, are there two like? Wu' and 'Yu'."

When I heard "His Royal Highness Prince", thanking me for being slightly moved, and then looking at it carefully, sure enough, this line of text is like a child's drawing, but also a circle and a bend, mixed with many strange symbols, but the shape of the word "Wu Yong" And strokes, but it is quite similar to the text he knows, as if it were a variant. Ruan said: "The flower city master can even interpret this ancient Chinese text that has been lost for thousands of years. He is really admired."

Huacheng raised a brow and smirked: "I have been in Tonglushan for ten years. I can do a lot of things in a month. If I can't read a single text for ten years, what else can I do in the world? ."

The gods who are in the top ten in the heavens may not dare to say such words. As a martial art, what can you do? I can only laugh and say: "Maybe."

Xie pity sighed softly and said: "Fortunately, Saburo is there."

Huacheng Road: "I can only interpret some superficial Wuyongwen. If you encounter something difficult, you can only ask your brother to come and think together."

Thank you, Khan, Yan Yan: "This... I am definitely not as good as Saburo. But is the **** that Wu Yongguo believes in, is also their Royal Highness?"

Huacheng holds his arm and says: "I think, yes."

Xie pity and thought, said: "Since my master knows the Prince of Wuyong, I should know that he has soared. But why did he tell me that the Prince's dead?

Huacheng Road: "Three possibilities: first, he really does not know; second, he lied; third, he did not lie, Wu Yongguo prince is dead, but not a common dead.

Ruan said: "If the emperor is here, maybe he can ask if he knows the country and knows this person."

Huacheng said: "That can't be seen. Wuyong country disappeared more than 2,000 years ago. Compared with it, Junwu is just a young and young. It's all generations."

Junwu was promoted to about 1,500 years ago. It was a world-famous singer. After that, he became a king. He fought for several years and successfully rose to the celestial. As the first martial artist who sat in the millennium, what he was born in has long been touched. The "intergenerational" that Huacheng said refers to the "generation" of the heavens.

Today, the heavenly court composed of a prince and a hundred priests belongs to one generation, and earlier than this generation, it is another generation.

Just as the dynasty's dynasty changes, the heavens will also "change the dynasty." Although the time required is long and long, the essence is no different. New believers will replace the old believers, and new gods will replace the old ones.

Sometimes, the decline of a **** is not because he is wrong, or that a more powerful priest appears than he is, just because people's lives and minds have gradually changed, no longer need him.

For example, a priest of a palm horse must be well mixed today, because people can't live without horses and carriages. Who wouldn't want their horses to be strong and strong? Therefore, his incense can't be shortened.

But if one day, people discover something new and run faster than the horse. After this new thing becomes the first choice for people to travel, the incense of the palm of the horse will surely become more and more deserted. This is the vast majority of the gods who flashed like a meteor.

This way of fading is the most cruel because the process is almost impossible to reverse. Unless the priest jumps from the sky, he will return himself to the mortal body, change the road and re-cultivate once, as a brand-new god, rise again, otherwise, he is destined to watch as he slowly declines and disappears. . However, not everyone has such courage and luck.

The gods of the previous generation are so fading, and they say that they have caused a big mess and a melee, so they are all depraved, and they are not testable. It is not important.

Because, a few hundred years later, Jun Wu turned out to open up a new celestial god, and after him, a lot of new generations of priests rose up and filled the vacancies of believers. A stable heaven now.

That is to say, unless there is a priest who is older than Junwu's 1,500-year-old qualification, it is unlikely to know how the ancient Wuyong and the gods they worshiped have been erased all traces.

The group walked over the wall that had collapsed more than half and entered the black hall. Did not take a few steps, thank you for finding out that something is wrong.

He originally thought that the black hall in this hall was because there was no light all the year round, and there was no window opening. Who knows, looking at the circle, the more you look, the more you feel surprised. He walked to the wall, his fingers slid across the wall, and he couldnt help but say, "This is..."

Huacheng Road: "Black."

Not dim light, this huge temple, the walls are all black!

Huacheng Road: "As far as I can see, almost all the temples in Tongluoshan are like this."

This scene is very horrible. Is there any wall of the temple that will be painted like this hellish black color? Just looking at it at a glance, how can you worship the gods here?

Ruan said: "All this is the case? Is it too long to decay?"

Thanks to the pity: "We have not seen the other houses before passing through other houses. It is reasonable to say that the years and months of these houses should be the same."

As he spoke, he continued to gently touch and explore the walls of the temple. This wall is not only black and sultry, but also rugged, as if a woman's disfigured face, full of horrible scars, and hard. Thanks for the move, said: "This temple was burned by fire."

He said: "How come?"

Thanks for turning around, said: "The wall of this temple should have been painted with murals, using special pigments, a thick layer. After the fire is burned, it will turn black and melt a part of the deformation. After solidification, This is the uneven feel of this unevenness."

He said: "His Royal Highness knows a lot, and I also admire you."

Thanks for the pity of the eyebrows, a light cough, said: "This ... is not something to admire, just because I have a lot of Princes Hall burned before, this effect."

"..."

It was heard that everyone was silent. Thanks and reminiscent of the matter, said: "There is also the stone beam outside! There are many scratches on the sacred words on the stone beam. It is not like ordinary wear and tear. It should be someone with a knife on it."

He frowned: "Why do you want to do this?"

Huacheng cold channel: "Because I don't recognize this sentence."

Thanks to the pity: "Yes. And the plaque is a meaning."

Half a month smashed, said: "So, this temple is a national of Wuyong, do you set it on fire?"

Silence for a while, thankful pity wants to speak, and suddenly listened to the swearing: "What does this mean?"

Thanks for the pity, I saw that he raised his left hand and bit a pigtail in his mouth. He still used his sharp tail to poke him. I have to kneel down for half a month, saying: "Sorry, I have snakes on my body..."

Thanks to pity and laughter, she took her and said: "For half a month, don't make up the habit of giving apologize to you. How can you give her snake a bite?"

He raised his hand and said with a black face: "How do I know? Its like this when I reach out to shoulder."

Thanks patiently and patiently: "What do you want to do with the generals?"

"..." I seem to have noticed and started thinking about this issue now. I have to say, "Let's get used to it. In this dark and gloomy place, it is not common sense to take the woman's shoulder and comfort them. Don't be afraid?"

Half Moon Road: "I'm sorry, I am not afraid."

"..." Thank you for your understanding, this is the tragedy caused by the unconscious itch. It was easy to tear down the snake, and the left hand had swollen a large piece. He said: "Get me an antidote."

Half Moon Road: "Sorry, my moon grass has run out."

Thanks to pity: "Nothing, you are a sergeant, you are a priest, and you will be swollen after a while." After that, he turned back and continued to study the wall. Suddenly, my eyes swept over a black wall and instantly condensed.

He said: "Look, come see, there is still a face in this wall!"