Kasava Bloodhoof, or most of the high orcs, never dreamed that anyone would seek out the temple.

First of all, every temple, no matter how big or small, as long as it has been blessed by the ancestors, has a defense that is far superior to that of the clan era.

Intruders who rashly intrude often die without knowing how.

Secondly, although the weapons, secret medicines and ancient books enshrined in the temple possess unparalleled power, they also contain extremely high risks. Even if a certain weapon is taken away, it will be difficult to control it easily.

Third, it is natural that the high-level orcs have an almost divine reverence for their ancestral spirits.

Even the temples of rival families and competing clans will never be destroyed easily.

Even if the opponent's entire settlement or even tribe is wiped out, the opponent's temple will not be completely destroyed.

Instead, he incorporated the other party's ancestral spirit into his own family's ancestral spirit sacrificial system and continued to serve it.

No matter how crazy a high-level orc is, they will not risk dying tragically on the spot, becoming an origin warrior, being cursed by the ancestral spirit, or provoking a powerful family to loot a temple.

It's a pity that Meng Chao is not a high-level orc.

Just now, he and Ice Storm had circled around the Bloodskull Temple, confirming that there were no more guards and exploring the terrain behind the temple.

Meng Chao gestured to Bing Feng and indicated with his eyes: "Is your injury okay?"

Ice Storm snorted coldly and disappeared into the depths of the thick smoke.

Meng Chao stretched out five fingers and counted down silently in his mind: "Five, four, three, two, one!"

When he counted to the last count, he suddenly stood up and assumed a crouching starting position, like a 100-meter sprint, without concealing his intention, and rushed towards the two guards.

When they were still a hundred meters away, the two guards felt a fierce hurricane blowing towards their faces.

The overwhelming murderous intent completely froze their brains, hearts and vocal cords, preventing them from even shouting.

The two guards tried their best to overcome the fear in their hearts and reluctantly raised their shields and swords towards Meng Chao.

But the ice storm was already behind them, landing quietly.

And he slashed their necks hard with the frost-covered knife.

The cold wave instantly invaded the cervical vertebrae of the two guards.

And along with the spinal cord, their central nervous system was frozen.

They were two guards who stood up like wild bulls with their backs and waists thick and their necks thicker than Meng Chao's thighs.

After still groaning for a while, they both fell to the ground, their skin turned purple and their faces were ashen.

After instantly dispatching the two guards, Bing Storm remained expressionless but raised his eyebrows at Meng Chao.

Meng Chao grinned and raised his thumb at her.

The two dragged the two frozen guards into the ruins and hid them.

He walked around the Blood Skull Temple again and took a close look, carefully studying the outer wall of the temple to see if there were any flaws that could be exploited.

obviously.

not at all.

The ground part of the Blood Skull Temple is like a crystal clear red skull magnified a hundred times.

The black eye sockets and the horns rising into the sky are all there.

The outer wall is also engraved with dense cuneiform characters, exuding an inviolable majesty.

If you close your eyes and listen carefully, you can even hear the strong wind blowing through the dark eye sockets, making a scream like the roar of an evil spirit.

It not only contains the evil spirits of the gladiators who were buried in the arena in the past thousand years.

It also includes the Bloodhoof warriors who died in the glorious battle thousands of years ago.

In fact, the history of the Bloodskull Temple is older than that of the Bloodskull Arena.

It was the ancient Turan people who first built this temple and enshrined a large number of valuable resources, technologies and devices of the Turan civilization inside.

Thousands of years later, in order to please their ancestral spirits, the advanced orcs often gathered in front of the temple for gladiatorial competitions. Over time, it gradually formed one of the largest gladiatorial arenas in Black Horn City today.

Therefore, the temple itself is a hundred times stronger than the arena.

It cannot be broken by simple and crude iron fist bombing.

"Big Buck told me that the outer wall of the Blood Skull Temple has been blessed by the ancestors and can reflect all attacks."

Meng Chao murmured, condensing his spiritual energy with his right arm, and punched the outer wall of the temple with a moderate punch.

boom!

Buzz!

boom!

There were three loud noises in succession.

When Meng Chao's fist came into contact with the outer wall of the temple, the cuneiform characters originally embedded in the wall all emitted a dazzling light.

They were like hungry piranhas, sucking up all the power that spewed out from Meng Chao's fingers.

Then, countless golden cuneiform characters gathered together to form a fist larger than Meng Chao's head, and hit his chest.

Meng Chao was already prepared and hurriedly crossed his fists.

However, the fist bounced back, shattering his posture and knocking his body away.

He turned around nimbly in mid-air four or five arms away, landed lightly, rubbed his sore arms, and secretly smacked his lips.

Upon seeing this, Ice Storm pondered for a moment, then stepped forward and gently pressed his arms against the outer wall of the temple.

As the runes on the totem armor flickered, two waves of blue cold wave spurted out from her palms, gradually spreading and freezing an entire wall at two arms' length.

There was a pale sheen in the blue frost, which seemed to change the texture of the wall, turning it into a glass that broke at the touch of a touch.

Bing Feng turned around and was about to say to Meng Chao: "Try again."

But Meng Chao's expression changed and he said anxiously: "Be careful!"

Ice Storm's pupils suddenly shrank, an ice path appeared under his feet, and his body turned into a blue lightning and slid a dozen arms' length away in one breath.

Almost at the same time, with a "bang" sound, the blue frost on the outer wall of the temple instantly cracked and turned into countless ice needles, which shot towards the ice storm like a gust of wind and rain, and landed just a stone's throw away from her heels.

The place.

The two looked at each other, both secretly shocked by the extraordinary power of the ancient Turan people.

"It seems that breaking through the wall is impossible."

Meng Chao said, "According to Big Buck, all Turan temples were cast entirely by the ancestors using their supreme divine power, and then buried underground, or they naturally sank to the ground over the course of tens of millions of years.

"In other words, the same material is used around the temple as well as above and below. It is impossible to dig three feet into the ground and break through from the bottom of the temple.

"Besides, we don't have that much time to slowly dig out a tunnel.

"Then you can only go through the main entrance."

The two of them walked around to the huge skull with its open mouth.

They all took a deep breath in unison and worked together to push forward the thick door engraved with cuneiform characters, as if it were polished from a single piece of rock.

The door is not locked.

But it seemed to be sealed by a sticky force.

The two gritted their teeth and pushed for half a minute before slowly opening a gap.

Through the blazing firelight, they could vaguely see a long corridor sloping downward inside.

The power of the totem escaping from the depths of the corridor gave both of them the illusion that dozens of totem beasts were dormant in the darkness.

The two of them opened their face guards, covering their mouths and noses, leaving no gaps, and walked into the depths of the temple.

The firelight flowing in through the crack in the door behind him has long been swallowed up by the darkness silently.

However, the wall in front automatically lit up with dark red flames, reflecting the winding corridor.

It was as if they were walking in the intestines of a giant beast.

Meng Chao observed the wall carefully and found that there were huge reliefs carved on the wall.

They are all kinds of ferocious and vicious totem beast images.

The red flames extending all the way are the eyes of the totem beasts.

He stretched out his fingers and touched it lightly, but he didn't feel any warmth from the red flame.

However, his spiritual veins reacted faintly, sensing a strange force invading his body through his fingertips.

It seems that the eyes of these totem beasts are not real flames.

Rather, it is some kind of magnetic field restraint and psychic energy release device.

Therefore, it can overcome the erosion of tens of millions of years and continue to ignite and extinguish automatically.

"The creations of the ancient Turan people really do have some tricks up their sleeves."

Meng Chao retracted his fingers, flicked them out, and forced out the alien power that had invaded his body, accurately rebounding it back into the red flames.
To be continued...