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"Go, you don't have much time, what is waiting for you will be a test of time."

Test? I told my brother clearly that he needed to fight monsters and pass the level, and that was the test of his yarn. But at this time, he understood a little, no wonder this griffin was so easy to talk about and didn't have much hatred. It was originally something that introduced the background of the temple story. He thought he was full of charm, luck increased sharply, and his character and temperament were higher...

With this grief, when the quicksand vortex calmed down, Wang Xiaofeng stepped forward to the real entrance of the Temple of Time. He was worried about how he climbed up just now, but now he was worried about how he climbed out.

The dark cave entrance was unknown where it led, and there was a gloomy and cool feeling, but when Wang Xiaofeng approached the cave, a strange wave swept across his body. Wang Xiaofeng had no idea, but just walked forward, feeling nothing strange...

If someone could look outside the hole, he could find that he was standing in place at this time, slowly lifting his left foot, and the staff he grabbed with his right hand was forward at a speed of three centimeters per minute, and the slow motion was placed to the extreme.

In a moment, his figure disappeared leisurely, leaving only three or two afterimages, blown away by the sob wind.

Time and space stagnation!

Wang Xiaofeng was unaware of everything. Walking in the cave with a shiny light, there were smooth stone walls everywhere. When he opened his magic lamp, he saw the continuous murals on the stone wall. Wang Xiaofeng immediately became interested and looked at them one by one with a lantern. When he reached the end of the 100-meter stone cave, he just sighed sadly.

This is actually the story told by the griffin statue. In the first half of the beginning of the mural, the God of Time and many gods fought side by side, and believers of all faiths and the demons of hell fought to the end. There were even one side marked with the dark camp, but the dark camp was not dark at that time, but many believers who believed in the God of Freedom and Equality.

If Wang Xiaofeng had expected it was good, and the griffin statue and these murals did not deceive him, this should be the first battle between light and dark. When I was reading books, all kinds of doubts and feelings were wrong. Now, using this viewpoint and idea to think about it will be resolved and disappear.

It is obvious that, as one of the final victors, the Holy See adapted this story into a continental history of passionate struggle. How many of the races that were said to have disappeared in the three battles between light and dark were slaughtered by the Holy See.

Wang Xiaofeng had some questions at the time. Even if he loved Dawn and had a fanatical belief, he should not fight to the end even if the entire clan was destroyed.

From these murals, we can see that the believers of light accounted for the majority and were the most important combat power. The Holy See at that time was a sense of superiority and the doctrine of the "only God" that was raised by the Holy See should be reasonable. The murals gradually stated these history one by one until the God of Time was defeated by the mighty but unable to see the face and killed the god...

From the green mountains and clear waters to the bloody river to the end of the endless desert, Wang Xiaofeng unexpectedly saw the clues of this mission. Sure enough, if you think more about it, you may have clues of the mission, every detail and every picture.

It was a painting near the end, on the black tower above the desert, the spire of the tower was the dazzling purple magic scepter...

Sure enough, the magical staff was on the top of the tower. Wang Xiaofeng looked up at the stone door three meters away. The stone door was closed tightly without leaving any gaps at all. In front of the stone door, there was a cylindrical platform, and an hourglass was placed on the table, which radiated dimly.

Obviously, this is the key to opening the door. What does placing an hourglass mean here?

Maybe the time for the stone gate to open was limited, and Wang Xiaofeng thought about the old man's words, and then the information given by the system made him frown slightly, standing there holding his chin and thinking about how to deal with it next.

[Hourglass in Town]: Turn the hourglass upside down, and when the gravel of the hourglass flows, the passage of time in the temple will return to normal.

I pushed the stone door a few steps forward, but found that I could not shake it at all, so I could only think again. There were not many particles in the hourglass, and it was obvious that it was a time-limited task, with a high level of level. From the last time the undead siege and the Queen of Pain, it can be seen that this is not a good task.

Every time I do a level 2 task, I will basically have all kinds of things to die. In addition to the last errand running task, I also went through a lot of trouble. I just don’t know if I have the blessing of the goddess of luck this time... well, there is also the care of the goddess of light.

Pacing back and forth, planning and then moving is the way he often takes when facing unknown things. Of course, if he can't figure it out after thinking about it, a certain comrade will start to rush around. What are you afraid of if you die? In a few seconds, the altar of the resurrection of the Emerald City is another famous hero!

Um?

He raised his eyes and looked at the mural beside him. The magic lantern in his hand was pressing forward, and his hand was also moving away from the hourglass.

What is this? There is an extra mural? I suddenly noticed what a supernatural event was. After the mural of the yellow sand filled the sky and the towering tower of the giant tower, there was a very extra picture.

The yellow sand and the giant tower are like a copy of the previous painting, but there is a white-clothed priest riding a white horse in the center of the picture, looking up at the tall spire...

White-clothed sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificially? Wang Xiaofeng's scalp suddenly became numb, his eyes swept around, but he could not see any ghosts in the society. Even if he kept telling himself that this was a game with the background of Western fantasy, strange magic emerged one after another, and it was not rare to see the dead in broad daylight, let alone a look...

His limbs returned to the side stiffly, reached out and flipped the hourglass. The misty light spread around him, as if he had cleaned up one by one and turned around suddenly, and the mural disappeared.

Time turbulence? I might not be in the same time and space with the wall just now, and I don’t know what consequences would happen if I touched my fingers to the wall just now. Aging? Or would it directly turn into a fan?

The thoughts spread a little bit, and the thriller disappeared immediately. What was left to Wang Xiaofeng was just a long sigh. Unknown things may make you feel scared, but if you can explain them clearly, the fear will disappear.

This time I went to push the door, and the stone door was slowly opened, but only a gap was exposed for one person to enter, and only Wang Xiaofeng went in alone.

Darkness, stars, the slowly flowing bright yellow sand, exudes a yellow light...

Yufeng City Mercenary Union, in the private room on the third floor, the old man slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Yagge's eyes were a little worried. Looking at the man who had disappeared from the spot before, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"Don't worry, in the time desert, the flow rate of time has accelerated." The old man laughed, "or in the blink of an eye, he has spent a few days in that desert now, or he has found the lost temple."

"Time is the forbidden magic recognized by the Holy See," Amy suddenly said, his voice was not mixed with much emotion, and seemed to be just a quiet narration of trivial things. "Time magic still exists."

"Not here," Sidon smiled and touched Yagge's forehead. The latter was a little confused, but she still smiled quietly.

The old man sighed, "What is left now is nothing but the ruins of time. That temple has never been discovered, and no one will mention that dark history. Time is a taboo, but we live in this taboo all the time and will not notice its quiet passing."

The smile on Yagge's face continued, and she said she didn't understand the old man's words.

Among the three people sitting here, Jagre belonged to the sea of ​​holy light since childhood, while the old man seemed to understand the secrets of history, but Amy was the Saint of Light. This relationship is a bit complicated.

"Time is not a taboo, it is a magic that tries to manipulate time." Amy said so, but he did not mean to argue with the old man. "I can't sense his breath, will there be any problem?"

"It's okay, I put down the mark on him. Even if he is lost in the long river of time, I can still hold him..." The old man paused with confidence and his face suddenly turned pale.

"What's wrong with Grandpa?" Yagge's heart tightened, and the old man's expression explained some problems.
Chapter completed!