Chapter 2159: The seventh floor of the temple: people on the stage

"Alice, you follow behind, don't get too close." Bing Zhixie arranged the situation of the team, and he and the less injured Venedin went to the forefront, and the wind stayed behind to protect the wounded.
At this time, Foz had awakened, and he and his father Tyson looked at the sky with excitement: "God of Sand, this is God of Sand."
"Although it's just a corpse, I already feel its greatness and horror." Tyson's words are full of admiration and awe: "What do you say that people live for? Compared to living a life of mediocrity, I can see this strangeness. Jing, my life is worth more than most people."
Foz nodded repeatedly: "Great Sand God, even after a long, long death, its existence is still shocking."
Tyson said in general: "If you were not interested in the culture of antiques at home when you were young, I would not make a decision to go into the civilization behind it. I can only be regarded as a professional antique collector and an ordinary adventurer. "
Foz said: "Father, you often tell me about the deeds of those ancient heroes. You can tell me the origin of every ancient artifact. How I hope I can become the person in the story in the future. You and the teacher taught me. I, people have to establish dreams and set a great goal since childhood, no matter whether they can achieve it in the future, or whether they will do it, there is a goal there, and there will be a direction in life."
"Hahahaha..." Tyson smiled heartily.
Break away from the floating island under your feet, jump to another floating island, step by step to a higher air. These floating islands have a shrine similar to a house, and the walls of the shrines are mostly whitewashed with jade or gold as the background. The surface is covered with gold silk and silver leaves, or other complicated patterns. What was offered inside was not a god, but a handful of golden sand, and gold and silver utensils were placed in front of the altar. These artifacts are all used to worship gods. Different shrines originate from different countries, tribes, and different eras. The sacrificial tools used in the ritual tools are also different.
Venedin told Bing Zhixie that these sands all came from the Lord of Sand, and the ancestors here could not but dare not directly worship the Sand God, which is considered a kind of disrespect for blasphemy. Therefore, the ancient ancestors used a special method to "seek" the golden sand on the sand to enshrine it. After completing the ceremony on the floating island, they would leave from the gate of the earth. Only the king, the chief and the great wizard would go to the platform. The power of the Sand God, but most of them are just a glance, leaving a word of prayer. Only a few people who think that they have meritorious deeds dare to stay more on the stage of the gods.
Bing Zhixie turned her head and glanced, Alice and them were quite the same distance apart. After climbing up for about an hour, Bing Zhixie gradually entered the area shrouded in brown and red light. At this time, he stopped and continued to move up, not only because he was tired, but also because he found something.
Venedin was so tired that he had an hour's continuous air-steel climbing, no matter who it was, it was an extremely physical and magical job. He panted and stood beside Bing Zhixie, looking up at the sky together. They saw a black spot, a very conspicuous black spot, this black spot is more conspicuous than other floating islands under the brownish-red light curtain, showing its uniqueness.
"Yes, that is the platform of the gods." Venedin launched the summoning formation, and in the light, the of requiem Beth appeared with its white silk wings. As soon as the beast came out, it was attracted by a certain aura from the top of its head. Compared with humans, monsters often had a more keen perception and could perceive the aura that humans could not perceive. Venedin threw himself on the guardian body, and beckoned to the Bing Zhixie.
Bing Zhixie leaped up and said, "Did you feel anything?"
"what?"
"Sand. The breath of sand, and..." Bing Zhixie wondered: "I don't know what the other breath is, a mysterious and peculiar feeling..."
Venedin patted the guardian under her body: "My Beth is very sensitive, and it has discovered something. To my surprise, your perception ability is comparable to my guardian." He smiled. Say.
"Your joke is not funny." Bing Zhixie motioned: "Go, go up."
As the black spot got closer, they gradually saw the appearance of the huge floating island. This floating island is entirely artificially constructed. It is not other semi-natural stone islands. Its appearance is full of purple and red, and one side is close to the slanting brown curtain of the sky, but the central area of ​​the island has a texture of golden sand and stone. There are some things on it, and it also shows the color of gold and silver. These two completely different styles exist together, and they are obviously reconstructions in different periods. What surprised both of them at the same time was that there was a person standing in the center of the Shentai Floating Island.
The large ice-blue robe was worn on this person, and he held a butterfly stick that was like silver frost and white snow, with wings spread out. His white hair reached his ears to his shoulders, and a tall crown of Fa Diadem was worn on his head with irreversible majesty. The jewels on his body were shining with cold light, and his face was invisible, but he could feel the noble and extraordinary temperament like pure white jade. Bing Zhixie could even imagine what he looked like out of thin air.
Venedin's eyes calmed down, and although his face was expressionless, he looked solemn: "Nightmare Alonso, one of the four strongest swordsmen in the world today."
Saint Ice stood motionless in the sacred platform, holding the rod of butterfly dream in his left hand, and crystal ice butterflies fluttered around the rod. He held a thin long sword in his right hand, pointed at the point of the sword, and pointed to the end of the sacred platform that was covered by the red curtain. There seemed to be a large purple-black throne with a figure of a person sitting and lying on the seat.
No one moved, the icy blue robe seemed to be floating with the wind, drifting extremely slowly, and four fierce beast heads protruding from both ends of the throne floated up and down in the brown-red curtain light, they seemed to roar with teeth. It looks like a dragon like a crocodile, like a snake like a lizard, and there is no demon's head, but it doesn't seem to come from nature, it looks more like an artificially carved decoration.
"What is he doing?"
The following people came to the floating island where Bing Zhixie was located, not far away from the platform, people with poor eyesight could not see the situation on the platform, even the throne hidden under the brown-red light curtain. .
"Where is the treasure?" Zach asked curiously. He didn't care about the gods or gods. He came here to get a valuable treasure, even though he had already gained something.
Solatum said: "Something must be on the stage of the gods." He took two steps forward, already eager to try to see.
Venedin Hengjian stopped and said: "Don't go there, it's dangerous."
"Where is there any danger? I haven't seen any danger." Foz poked his head in the back curiously. He took Alice's hand and asked: "Sister, have you seen it?"
Alice shook her head. She was the same as everyone saw, except for one person standing motionless. She cast her gaze at Master Bing Zhixie incomprehensibly, but Bing Zhixie kept staring at the seemingly frozen scene on the platform.
After a while, about seven or eight minutes, Vykoff said impatiently: "I didn't see anything, what's the matter? What did you see, Haifeng, Shakhan, Master?"
"I didn't see anything, but..." Solatum looked at the others inexplicably. Except for Bing Zhixie and Venedin, everyone else was at a loss, including Haifeng, Pan and Tusi Xiong. They were innocent. I stood here just because I believed Bing Zhixie and Venedin's judgment, and waited for their answers.
The sweat on Venedin's face fell drop by drop, and he didn't wipe the leather coat on his shoulder. Tusi Xiong looked at Pan inquiringly.
Pan pointed and said, "I know what is going on there, but I don't know what is going on there."
Haifeng didn't know how long the injured companion could last. Seeing Bing Zhixie not speaking for a long time, he lifted the magic in his hand: "Whatever he is, try it with magic."
"Don't move~!" Venedin said to stop it, but it was still a step too late. I saw several powerful wind blades flew towards the platform, banging, banging, and the situation in front of me seemed to have broken the illusion of the curtain, and suddenly the extremely huge magical ability impacted from far and near. The Bing Xie Xie reacted quickly, leading some people to teleport and flee immediately, and the gust of wind was also prepared for prevention, and the strong wind swept everyone away. All nearby floating islands suffered the impact of magical energy and were pushed a long way away by the raw parallel.
Bing Zhixie weaves a magical ice barrier and hides behind the floating island. Hayate said in shock, "What's going on?"
Bing Zhixie said: "Probably it is the power of the Sand God."
"What?" Haifeng puzzled.
Bing Zhixie said: "Light is locked by gravity. It can't escape the range of gravity, so the scene we see is almost frozen. That's because only the outermost light is slowly dispersing, and the Lord of Sand His corpse locked the light, creating a condensed illusion."
After Hayate heard the wind, his spine became cold, what kind of power was this so that the light could not escape.
After the impact, everyone flew back to the floating island. At this time, they looked in the direction of the sacred platform, and the scene had changed drastically. What they saw was a shocking battle between a black dragon and its owner and another figure!
"The Devil Dragon Syfis..." Saint Ith stood holding the long rod high on the dragon head, the ice wave followed, and the magic blended with the dragon flame to strike out: "...Billions of dragon flames.
The black dragon's breath destroys all evil, but the person facing it laughs confidently...