The cub I raised is the strongest evil god [End Times]

"It seems to be true. The warm baby that Mr. Yu She gave me before also had this kind of words on it." Qian Ri said.

"But in the valley of the God of Extreme Flame, why did the writings of outsiders appear?" Pan Lan asked suspiciously, "Mr. Yu She and the others appeared around us only three months ago."

On the stone slab in front of them, the raised carvings were at least hundreds of years old, and many twists and turns had been smoothed out.

The material of the stone slab is the same as that of this stone platform, and it will not be corroded by magma. Even if it leaves traces, it will only exist for a short while.

The edge of this high platform is covered by magma day and night, but there is no wear and tear at all.The stone slab placed on the high platform is obviously located in a place that will not be touched by magma at all, but there are such obvious traces, and the two of them can't figure it out anyway.

The only possibility is that these stone slabs have a longer history than the high platform and have undergone a longer period of sharpening, so that such damage will appear.

"Could it be that this stone slab existed before the platform was built?" Pan Lan said.

"It's very possible." Qianri knelt down and stroked the edge of the stone slabs with his hands, "You can see that although the material of these stone slabs is the same as the others, the color is obviously darker than the surrounding ones."

"It means it's embedded in the back." Pan Lan nodded, and suddenly pointed to the stone slab that Qian Ri was touching and said, "Look at the changes in the place you touched."

Qian Ri was startled when she heard the words, she found that there was indeed a pattern similar to ink stains under her fingertips.After just a moment, the lines disappeared.

Seeing this, she covered her entire palm on the slate, and when she moved it away, there were obvious black marks on the place covered by her palm just now.

Pan Lan also put her palm on the stone slab, but after that, only shallow marks appeared.

"I wonder why mine is different from yours," Pan Lan said.

Qian Ri reached out to hold her other hand, pondered for a while and said, "Maybe it's because our body temperature is different."

"Body temperature?" Pan Lan said, "Yes, your body temperature is lower than mine."

"But no matter how low your body temperature is, it won't last longer." She raised her head to look at the ice sculpture on the left side of the platform, "I have a way."

"You don't want to move that thing here, do you?" Qian Ri asked in shock.

"Other than that, there's nothing colder here." Pan Lan said as she stood up and walked towards the ice sculpture.

After the two approached, they discovered that there was a small round protrusion behind the position where the ice sculpture stood.

And on the opposite side of it, there is a bump of the same size.

It looks like two higher-level smaller platforms on top of a larger platform.

The two vaguely felt that these two small platforms were useful, but they had no time to take care of these two platforms now, and all their attention was on the ice sculpture.

The color of this ice sculpture is the color of the translucent ice layer, and it can be seen that the inside is also completely cold.

But the technique of this ice sculpture is lifelike, including the expressions of the characters, and even the hair can be carved out one by one.

Although the ice sculpture has only one color on its face, the two of them can see the strong emotions revealed from its face.

I don't know how much painstaking efforts the creators put in to finally carve out such a work of art.

"Do you really want to move it there?" Qianri swallowed, standing in front of the ice sculpture, always feeling being scrutinized.

"This is the only way we can." Pan Lan took a deep breath and put her hand on the ice sculpture.

"It's so cold." She hissed.

Qianri Wensheng also stretched out his hand and poked it.

"Qian Ri, don't touch this thing." Pan Lan shuddered, "This is probably the coldest thing I've ever touched."

"You can't move it alone." Qian Ri said.

"Don't worry, I have a solution." Pan Lan took off her robe, tied it around the waist of the ice sculpture, and then put the ice sculpture down on the ground through the clothes.

Qianri, who was at the side, just watched with dry eyes, and already felt waves of coolness emanating from the ice sculpture, almost penetrating into his bones.

Panlan's face was even paler, and her hands had turned black and purple, as if the blood vessels were frozen by ice sculptures.

She tried to take a step forward, the ice sculpture was smooth and the floor was flat enough, so she dragged the ice sculpture all the way to the front of the stone slabs.

She put the ice sculpture on the slate, and the slate showed black lines at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even if some parts are not in direct contact with the ice sculpture, the cold air emitted by the ice sculpture is enough to show all the patterns on the stone slab.

After all the stone slabs were frozen by the ice sculpture, Fan Lan dragged the ice sculpture to the side.

"What's on it, don't tell me it's that kind of incomprehensible text again." Pan Lan asked while breathing on her hands.

Qian Ri changed direction and waved at her: "Look at it from this side, it's a painting."

Fan Lan walked over curiously, poked her head and looked at it: "What is the painting?"

Qian Ri looked at the pattern of a human head and an animal tail outlined by the ink marks, and replied hesitantly: "If I'm not mistaken, this should be the God of Extreme Cold."

No matter which domain the aborigines of the kingdom of fear come from, no matter which god they believe in, they are no strangers to the other five gods.

So when Qianri saw the painting clearly, he recognized that it was the God of Extreme Cold.

Pan Lan was quite shocked: "Why does the portrait of the God of Extreme Cold appear here? Isn't this the valley of the God of Extreme Flame?"

"I remembered!" Pan Lan said suddenly, "Before we fell, Mr. Yu She was standing by a fountain. There was a sculpture on that fountain, which seemed to be the God of Extreme Cold!"

"In the site of the God of Extreme Flame, there are sculptures and portraits of the God of Extreme Cold everywhere." Qian Ri murmured, "On the contrary, the God of Extreme Flame himself did not appear."

"These two gods seem to be at odds with each other, and the God of Extreme Flame has no reason to let these things stay here." Fan Lan said, "Could it be that the relationship between these two is contrary to the legends we have seen, maybe they are friends? "

"The problem is not here." Qian Ri said, "The biggest problem is why the God of Extreme Flame created such a space."

At this moment, both of them felt a chill coming from the stone slab in front of them at the same time.

Qian Ri sat down on the ground with all four limbs weak. Pan Lan could barely stand upright, but her muscles were almost rigid.

Pan Lan reluctantly turned her head, and found that a layer of hoarfrost appeared on Pan Lan's face.

And she herself was not much better, her body temperature dropped rapidly, as if she had entered the second stage of the epidemic.

Fortunately, the chill disappeared in just a few seconds, and it took a while for the two of them to recover from the sudden situation.

At this time, Pan Lan realized that she thought the temperature in this space could burn her skin, but now she felt that it was just right.

Chihiro reappeared the expression of enduring the cold in those rooms with normal temperature.

"Qianri, are you okay?" Fan Lan knelt down and helped her up, touching Qianri's hand with her fingertips, as if touching a popsicle.

"Not very good." Qianri coughed a few times, gathered his clothes, "I seem to have entered the third stage."

Panlan was taken aback when she heard that, if Qianri had entered the third stage, then she should have entered the second stage from the first stage now.

Suddenly they saw a red and a blue beam of light appear on the two small platforms where the ice sculptures stood before.

The two shook their bodies and held hands tightly to gain a sense of security from each other.

"Has anyone come here again..." An empty voice sounded above the platform.

"This time, what I prepared for you is still the same puzzle." The voice echoed in this space.

"Qianri, did you hear that?" Panlan looked at her pale friend from the corner of her eye.

"I heard it." Qian Ri nodded, "But I can't find the source of the sound."

"Listen well, the puzzle is that there are two kinds of things that are absolutely not here, they have risen countless times and sunk countless times." The voice said, "After you get the answer, you can enter the red light circle and tell me the answer .”

"Who are you?" Pan Lan summoned up her courage and asked.

"I am nobody." The voice replied, "I am a consciousness left here by the God of Extreme Flame."

The two couldn't help shaking when they heard this.

This is their first contact with a mythical creature, even if it is just a consciousness of the God of Extreme Flame, it has already exceeded their expectations for this trip.

"If our answer is correct, can you tell us the way to cure the plague?" Qianri's ending voice was trembling.

"I can make one of you healthier than ever."

"One?" Qian Ri asked back.

"Only those who enter the red circle of light have the power to answer the riddle." The voice continued.

"What about the other one?" Chihiro asked.

"Enter the blue light circle, the moment the person in the red light circle answers the correct answer, he will be used as an extradition object." The voice said without emotion.

"Can you explain... more clearly?" Chihiro said.

"People in the red circle of light can convert the plague they suffer from to extradition objects." The voice replied.

"That is to say, will people in the blue light circle die instantly?" Qian Ri said.

"No," said the voice, "he will become a beautiful ice sculpture, and finally live forever."

Panlan and Qianri immediately turned their eyes to the only ice sculpture on the platform.

"Remember, a person in the red halo can transfer their lesion to another person only if there is fresh flesh in the blue halo," said the voice, "regardless of whether the flesh is alive or dead. .”

"So, are the bones on this platform evidence that the people who came here killed each other?" Pan Lan asked.

"They are all working hard for their own lives." The voice was like a Hong Zhong, touching the heartstrings of the two of them.

Panlan and Qianri let go of their hands at the same time.

They looked at each other with a hint of distrust in their eyes at the same time.

"That's it, hypocrisy is not as important as your own life. Come on, make your choice, who will get the key to the way of life." The tone of the voice was gloating.

All of a sudden, Fanlan and Qianri started to move towards the circle of light.

A vortex of elements appeared in front of Qianri, and it exploded in an instant. The force generated caused her body to move back a section, and her shoes made a harsh friction sound on the floor.

Pan Lan glanced back, and continued to run towards the direction of the aperture, but a dozen ice picks fell from her head, forming a semi-arc and enclosing her in it.

"Good picture, admirable friendship, you really didn't disappoint me." The voice sighed faintly, "Except for the first couple who came here, I am very satisfied with all of you."

"Don't say it if the wind is cool." Panlan's eyes were bloodshot, and she struggled to avoid the thousand-day ice pick.

She thought she was just an ant in front of the gods, but at this moment she forgot her fear and fought back boldly.

The consciousness of the God of Extreme Flame was not angry, but let out an exaggerated laughter, like magma in a pool of red blood constantly tumbling.

"It's almost there!" Pan Lan looked at the aperture in front of her with a joyful expression on her face.

But at this moment, her waist was entangled by a hard ice whip, and she couldn't melt the ice with her elemental affinity talent.

Pan Lan turned her head and found that the other end of the ice whip was grafted onto the ice sculpture.

The coolness soaked into the bone marrow came from the ice sculptures.

And after her body was imprisoned, her limbs were also wrapped in ice.

"Qianri! You cheated!" Pan Lan roared, but her body could not move.

With a faint smile on Qian Ri's pale face, he walked past her.

"This is God helping me." Qian Ri said and stepped into the blue light circle.

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