It's like bamboo shoots after a thunderstorm.

Grows at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It soon grew into a behemoth three or four stories tall.

The liquid-like metal substance condensed into the entire "relief" is still surging towards it crazily.

It transformed into more and more tentacles, limbs, eyes and claws, telling the two people who stood stunned in front of it, looking extremely small, that its current height and ferocious posture were far from its limits.

One after another, the huge eyeballs formed by the condensation of liquid metal-like substances squeezed out of its folds like ugly tumors, spinning around, and finally turned towards Meng Chaoshi.

It was clear that the surface of the eyeballs still had a metallic luster, like a cold dead thing.

The depths of the eyeballs, like pupils inlaid with crystals, emit the hungry killing intent unique to predators.

Tens of thousands of "looks" were like tens of thousands of extremely lethal rays, penetrating Meng Chao's brain, causing his eyes to twitch and his head to split.

An extremely sharp voice emerged in his mind.

It was as if a supreme god and demon ordered him to kneel down and worship this "totem pole" just like the Turan orcs did nearly ten thousand years ago.

Meng Chao gritted his teeth.

His willpower was like two steel nails, nailing his spine and knee joints, so he could barely compete with this weird statue.

"Don't kneel!"

The Wolf King also received the same message, and saw Meng Chao's trembling back and legs. He broke out in a cold sweat and said in rapid succession, "This is the last test before entering the Holy Mountain Temple, and it is also set by the ancestors."

It’s a trap, and you must not kneel down. Once you kneel down and worship it, it will tear you into pieces without hesitation!”

"Yeah?"

Meng Chao kept calling him lucky.

Fortunately, his dignity as an earthling and his vigilance towards the "matrix" made him unwilling to bow to this strange statue.

Otherwise, I might have turned into fragments the size of fingernails at this moment.

"Then what should we do to pass the final test?" Meng Chao asked with difficulty while fighting against the will emanating from the "totem pole".

"Of course, we will use the method that Turan people are most accustomed to."

A flash of determination flashed in the Wolf King's eyes, and he grinned, "We Turan Orcs are the most courageous race. No matter what kind of opponent we encounter, as long as they dare to stand in front of us, even if they are a hundred times stronger than us, we must not hesitate.

The earth raises its sword - either a glorious victory or a glorious death!

"If you stop moving forward because the other party is the incarnation of the ancestral spirit, raise your hands to surrender or even worship, it will only disappoint the ancestral spirit - what qualifications does such a coward have to enter the Holy Mountain Temple to receive the ancestral spirit?

blessing?

"So, raise your sword high and attack this 'Totem Pole' statue with strength beyond the limit. This is the only way to enter the Holy Mountain Temple!"

Before he finished speaking, on the Wolf King's "Six Killing Armor", wolf fangs that shone like red crystals stood upright, causing his overall outline to swell in an instant.

The "Six Killing Swords" originally distributed on both arms turned into six streaks of blood, whizzing out, interlacing, splicing, and merging in mid-air, turning into an extremely long and narrow peerless weapon.

The Wolf King didn't lie.

He really jumped into the air, grabbed the sword in mid-air, and with the help of the power of tumbling and rotating, he increased the speed of the blade to the limit, letting out a scream that tore the air, carrying a series of overwhelming ripples, towards the "Totem Pole"

The statue was chopped off heavily.

Just listen to "chi".

I wonder if it's because the "totem pole" statue has just condensed and the liquid-like metal substance has not yet solidified.

The Wolf King's knife actually cut from top to bottom and penetrated seven or eight meters deep, almost splitting the "totem pole" in half from head to toe.

The cylindrical body of the "Totem Pole" is divided into two parts from the middle and bent to the left and right respectively.

The tentacles, limbs, claws and eyeballs growing on it are still trembling violently and dancing wildly, presenting a scene that makes people's spiritual index instantly return to zero, which is extremely terrifying.

Ordinary people are afraid that if they take one look at such a strange and indescribable sight, they will fall into madness.

Even the Turan orcs, who take pleasure in killing and take pride in death, would probably have their legs weaken and fall to their knees involuntarily when faced with this scene.

However, Meng Chao had personally experienced the doomsday flames that roasted his compatriots into deformed, twisted and ferocious appearances.

He has also been baptized by the spiritual storm of the monster mastermind, "Matrix 01".

Perhaps, his absolute combat power has not yet broken through to the divine realm.

But the toughness of his brain is already more terrifying than many doomsday beasts.

Meng Chao gritted his teeth and also picked up "Skull Crusher".

The blood turned into spiritual flames, wrapping around the heavy sword comparable to a giant axe.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cubs.

No matter what the mysterious power hidden deep in the temple of the Holy Mountain is.

In order to crush the doomsday in the nightmare, Meng Chao will muster up all his courage, wisdom, will and strength to fight it to the end and conquer it completely!

"Whoosh!"

The two "Skull Crusher" handles dragged two streams of magma, shot towards the statue of the "Totem Pole", and penetrated deep into the liquid-like metal material.

Meng Chao's destructive power, driven by the magnetic field of life, was like a flood that broke down a dam, continuously blasting towards the "totem pole" statue.

Under the indiscriminate bombardment of the two men working together, the "totem pole" statues that looked like gods and demons, captured people's hearts, and were invincible were all blown to pieces by them, retreating step by step, roaring like thunder.

However, along with the rhythm of the liquid metal substance, the emotions transmitted to the brains of Meng Chao and Wolf King were not pain and anger, but relief and joy.

Meng Chao breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that he made the right bet.

Since the "Jackal" Canus in the previous life can successfully obtain the inheritance of the Holy Mountain and evolve into the "Doomsday Demonic Wolf".

Naturally, he would not fall outside the gate of the Holy Mountain Temple.

However, Meng Chao still kept an eye on it.

He did not display "power beyond the limits" as the Wolf King said.

No matter when, where, or what kind of opponent you face, you must remember to leave a trump card - this is Meng Chao in his previous life. With the strength of a mere "one-star spiritual pattern realm", he can carry out countless latent assassinations.

The biggest reason why you can survive until the end after a dangerous mission.

Meng Chao only displayed 80% of his combat effectiveness.

Of the six dragon veins that have been penetrated, only five have been activated.

The most critical one, the dragon vein wrapped around the spine and reaching the brain, was deeply hidden by him.

The most powerful killing move he has mastered so far, the nearly "ultimate" "Tianba Shattering Star Slash" has also been firmly sealed by him.

Only use the strengthened and upgraded "Devil-Subduing Pestle" to output destructive power.

This is enough.

After more than half a minute of indiscriminate bombing, the statue of the "Totem Pole" was smashed into pieces.

But this is still a piece of mud that exudes metallic luster, seems to be alive, and keeps making "hissing" and "squeaking" sounds.

The metal sludge squirmed towards the feet of Meng Chao and the Wolf King.

Meng Chao felt a little nervous.

The Wolf King waved his hand to signal him to calm down.

Let the metal sludge wrap their totem armors together with their flesh and blood bodies inside. It was like two huge insect cocoons, and it was like the two of them were trapped in the depths of a swamp composed of liquid-like metal substances.

Meng Chao felt like he was being "swallowed" into the belly of the Holy Mountain Temple.

It's like riding an extremely fast elevator, falling towards the depths of the earth at lightning speed.

I do not know how long it has been.

The whole body trembled slightly.

The liquid-like metal substance that had just enveloped him slowly bloomed like a piranha split into seven or eight petals.

Meng Chao gently moved his wrists and ankles, and felt the spiritual energy surrounding his limbs and bones like lightning, flowing around and around. He recited the multiplication table by the way, confirming that he was unscathed from his cells to his spirit.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief and looked around with eyes that were half curious and half wary.

The world around us has changed.

The magic storm above the head and the huge hole leading straight to the ground disappeared.

The black fog that could swallow up all light, and the "relief" under the feet, were also replaced by a layer of gray fog that was so thin that it was almost non-existent.

His sight penetrated the mist, and Meng Chao was extremely surprised to find that he seemed to be back on the ground again, standing in the middle of a vast wilderness.

The surrounding area is covered with wild grass as tall as a person. With the gentle breeze, rows of ripples appear like waves, making a pleasant sound of "swish, swish, swish".

Even the Turan orcs who are most keen on killing will feel relaxed and happy in such a paradise-like environment.

However, when Meng Chao turned his gaze slightly and looked in another direction, he immediately discovered a flaw.

The so-called "vast wilderness" only existed in a small area to his left.

Next to the wilderness, without any transition, there is a mountain that rises straight up and down, like a giant fang piercing the sky.

But the mountains that should have been rolling up and down, somehow, were closely connected with a magnificent city.

The center of the majestic and beautiful city is filled with pitted black holes, as if several pieces of it were hollowed out by a mysterious force.

Next to the big city, there is a bottomless cliff, and the deafening sound of the rushing river can be heard faintly below.

No matter how stupid an architect is, it is impossible to build a city on a cliff.

Similarly, there is no reason why the mountains that rise suddenly should be closely integrated with the city.

This world is completely messed up, as if different landforms, whether naturally occurring or artificially constructed, are all simply, crudely, and unreasonably blended together.

Even the sky is like this.
Chapter completed!