Samsara Paradise: vests everywhere

Qing had seen the elves, and they were part of the Cang Yue Alliance. I heard that in the earliest Cangyue Alliance, the elves were dominant. As the strength of other natural life races continued to grow, and there were wars and other factors, the status of the elves was not as high as in the past. With the Cangyue Alliance, The status of other races is the same.

So this kind of writing that Qing can't understand is the writing of ancient elves. Mastering a new language will bring no harm to the next exploration. Qing has no reason to choose not to.

After using this [Book of Ancient Elf Language], the books in Qing's hands followed those bookshelves and turned into a handful of ashes, which were scattered on the ground by Qing.

My warrior, please meet me in the temple. The voice appeared in Qing's ears again.

Qing didn't believe that the owner of the voice couldn't feel his suspicion, unless the other person was mentally retarded, but nothing changed. This really piqued his interest.

What's the name? What happened? Qing used the ancient Elvish language, and naturally he had to use it after learning it.

My name is Loris, the goddess of the mountains. I was deceived by rebellious believers to leave the mountains and come to the temple. They sealed me in the temple in order to extract my divine power. Young warrior, I I feel that the outside world is facing a catastrophe, so let me pray for you with the last bit of my power...

Okay, goddess. How should I find you? Where is the temple? Qing responded with a firm tone in his tone.

Be careful... believers. The goddess's voice gradually became smaller and smaller until it disappeared. Qing asked again, but there was no response. This guy is a liar. When I made up a story for him just now, he was still so fluent.

Regardless of whether this goddess Loris is true or not, the other party finally met the believer. Is it possible that there are still traces of those so-called believers in the underground palace?

Qing thought for a while and shook his head. Unfortunately, he was not a contractor or a hunter, so he needed special units to drop the treasure chest. Even if these believers were killed, the benefits would probably not be great.

After walking out of this room, Qing returned to the corridor and looked at the wall on that side. Now he knew the words above.

[The jungle cannot be defiled...]

[The flower of rebirth blooms on the rotten wood...]

[The fallen king, the loyal knight...the one who forged blood and soul...]

[Flags waving, horns blaring]

[Obsession is woven into a fog, and the soul is trapped in it. 】

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Before, Qing could only see that it was a type of writing, but now after learning the ancient Elvish language, he could identify the writing on the wall. At the same time, I also recognized that these words were written by different people and were not inscribed by one person.

Obsession woven into the fog... doesn't that mean? When Qing saw this sentence, he immediately thought of the mysterious fog in the Mist Forest. Could this be the origin of the fog?

Death to the Riddler! These words were half spoken, and their meaning was unclear. Qing could only write them down, unable to understand their meaning.

Qing looked at the entire wall and determined that there was nothing else to gain except these words, and then focused on the room on the right again. He just opened the second room, and harvested the [Book of Ancient Elf Language] in it. Are there any similar items that are still preserved in other rooms?

It doesn't take much. If there was one in each room, there would be seven or eight rooms in this corridor. That adds up to seven or eight props.

Qing came to the door of the first room. There was no handle or lock on it. If the door of the second room had not been opened in front of him, he was not sure that the doors of these rooms could be opened.

boom!

There was no response from the door, and Qing kicked it in without any hesitation. No matter what, the process of kicking in the door is really relaxing.

The door was dented, but there was no trap or anything like that. As long as Qing Zai kicks in, he can kick the door open.

Da da da da…

Just when Qing was about to kick open the door of this room with all his strength, he heard footsteps coming from the other end of the corridor. And his footsteps were quick, sounding like he was running. There is no doubt that the owner of this step is heading towards Qing's position.

To be cautious, Qing retreated to the corridor and leaned against the corner wall. Soon the sound of footsteps appeared in the corridor, close to where he kicked the door.

Qing summoned a small flower spirit, flapped its wings and stayed in mid-air. Flower Spirit quietly poked his head out and shared his vision with Qing.

What I saw was the back, a humanoid creature wearing a black cloak. The black cloak extended to his ankles, with ragged edges and many holes on it.

Note the ankle position, only the cape, no feet. It is certain that this guy is not human. The other party turned around and scanned the surroundings, seeming to be looking for the source of the movement.

Qing also saw the other party's appearance clearly. His appearance was that of a skinny, dry, numb mummy with gray-brown skin. A pair of eyes only have whites, no eyeballs, and the corners of the mouth maintain an upward arc, revealing a feeling of madness.

This guy raised one hand and kept it on his chest. His fingers were also skinny and dry. The other hand was hidden in the black robe. The other party's behavior didn't look very smart, as if he just heard the sound of Qing kicking the door and was attracted to him.

Is this guy the believer that the goddess said? Wait, this guy has no feet, and those footsteps... Just when Qing thought of this, he felt the sound of breaking through the air behind him.

Qing decisively lowered his body, and the air flow passed over his head. Hearing the attack from behind and colliding with the wall, Qingtou didn't even turn his head. He swept Tang's legs and swept towards the back. The opponent kicked the wall with one foot and is now standing on one foot. Such a sweep can make the opponent lose his center of gravity immediately.

However, Qing miscalculated and he did kick something. He looked over and saw that they were a pair of skeleton legs and nothing else.

Haha... The black-robed believer let out a hoarse laugh and floated over. The pair of skeleton legs made a clicking sound and returned to the believer's black robe.

... Qing was speechless, what kind of physiological structure is this, a combination of mummy and skeleton. By the way, I also ate the Split Devil Fruit, which allowed my organs to move outside my body. I don’t know if it was limited to these skeleton legs.

Put yourself into the arms of God. It seemed as if the black-robed believer hadn't spoken to a human for thousands of years...perhaps literally thousands of years, and it was extremely difficult to say a few words.

Okay. Qing smiled and approached the opponent, his fists already wrapped with energy.

My God... When the black-robed believer heard Qing's answer, it seemed as if he hadn't seen his movements, and the hand that had been on his chest suddenly raised up. There was a bit of excitement in the hoarse voice.

boom!

Qing's fist landed hard on the black-robed believer's head, sending him flying out with his head and body, and hit the wall. The pair of skeletal legs remained in place.