The Heaven’s Jailer

There are tens of thousands of steps from the foot of Mount Kinabalu, winding up to the ancient castle on the top of the mountain. For ordinary people, such a journey will not be able to walk down without a day.

However, Angus and his team climbed without effort. They are fast, and sometimes, one leap is a dozen steps. It didn't take long to reach the half of the mountain.

This couldn't help but reminded Liu Lang of the blood slaves controlled by Auguste. The blood slaves did not need to be practiced. They looked no different from ordinary people, but they could inherit part of the master's power.

"Are Angus and others also blood slaves?" Liu Lang guessed secretly.

However, after careful analysis, I felt that this conjecture was untenable.

If Angus and others were really blood slaves, Auguste wouldn’t need it at all. He would spend a lot of time to fabricate lies such as God’s descendants, God’s call, and deceive this group of people here, and just give orders. Up.

Blood slaves, blood slaves, as the name suggests, are slaves. How could the slave not listen to the master?

While thinking, Liu Lang mixed in the crowd, climbing up the steps.

At this moment, a large patch of red suddenly appeared on both sides of the steps, which caught his attention.

"The other side flower!" Liu Lang couldn't help exclaiming.

Hearing Liu Lang's voice, a group of hundreds of people stopped.

"What's the matter? Brother!" Angus, who was walking in the front, turned around and asked Liu Lang curiously.

"Nothing, I just saw a rare plant." Liu Lang frowned as he looked at the fiery red flower.

Bi'an Flower, a plant on both sides of Huangquan Road in the land boundary, has enough dead energy as nourishment to grow vigorously. Before that, Liu Lang had never heard that this thing can grow in the mortal world.

"I didn't read the almanac when I went out, it seems that something was going to happen!" The Bi'an flower grows on the side of Huangquan Road, and the meaning is not very good. Liu Lang immediately cheered up and watched for the unexpected.

Although Angus and others felt that the flowers on both sides of the steps were too bright, they had never heard of the legend of Huangquan, let alone the origin of the flowers on the other side, so they didn't take it seriously and continued to march forward.

The more you go up, the more Bian flowers on both sides of the steps. At the end, the Bian flowers even grow up on the steps, and there is no place to go. You can only step on the bright red flowers.

And the flowers on the other side that were stepped on, withered instantly.

This strange situation caused Angus and others to stop hurriedly, thinking that they had encountered a spiritual event. Collectively looked at Liu Lang.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Angus asked Liu Lang in a deep voice, because Liu Lang recognized this plant at a glance, and he must know the reason.

"Don't be afraid, the most afraid of this plant is the breath of living people. As long as it touches it, it will wither quickly. If it doesn't get in the way, we will move on." Liu Lang explained.

Bianhua uses dead energy as a nourishment. Correspondingly, anger is poison to Bianhua. However, this deep-seated reason cannot be explained clearly in one sentence, so Liu Lang did not elaborate. He was also afraid of scaring Angus and others. After all, he was counting on Angus and others to lead the way and act as a shield in front. They were scared away, but they couldn't play.

"It's a pity that such a beautiful flower has withered." In the team, a young white girl used a trekking pole she carried with her to set the other side flower on the steps to one side as much as possible.

"Huh, what is this?"

Just about to move forward, the girl suddenly said.

Everyone looked in the direction of the girl's fingers, only to find that the steps under the cover of the other shore flowers had changed a lot from the steps that they walked at the beginning.

The surface of the steps is no longer smooth, and blocks of bumps and depressions form a strange pattern.

"God's revelation, this is God's revelation!" Angus suddenly shouted.

"Yes, God's revelation." After reading this, the others nodded.

Liu Lang froze for a moment, and soon understood why Angus and others said that, because the pattern on the steps was very similar to the "cursed holy pattern" on them.

But it's just similar.

"These patterns should also be sacred patterns, but the specific sacred patterns are unknown." Liu Lang thought silently. Before, when the last Sea Emperor helped Li refine the sacred altar, Liu Lang was next to him. Secretly observed how the saint pattern works on the sacrificial altar. Since then, Liu Lang has a certain degree of understanding of the saint pattern.

However, if you want to feel a certain Saint Rune independently, you still can't do it.

"If the patterns on these steps are the original holy patterns refined by Mighty's hands, rather than rubbed plates, then this time it will be developed." Liu Lang had the urge to remove the steps at this time.

However, after thinking about it, he resisted this impulse again.

The steps are just here, and I won’t run away. When things are done, it’s not too late to collect all of the monument to the Heavenless Sacred Stone. Once there is a movement, it’s easy to start the snake.

And from this stage, this sacred mountain can really be called a sacred mountain, even the holy pattern has come out, it is hard to guarantee that there are no powerful organs, Auguste may be very easy to deal with, but the things left by the blood ancestors, I am afraid it is extremely dangerous, so it is better to be careful.

"Maybe, from now on, we will really set foot on the mountain. Let's go ahead!" Liu Lang wanted to solve Eric's matter as soon as possible, and then came back to dig the steps, so he urged Angus and others.

The Angus group only looked at the patterns on the steps, which were the same as the patterns on their bodies. They had no idea what the real meaning of the patterns was.

So, after a while, everyone went on climbing vigorously.

Inside the castle.

August, on the stone platform in the center of the blood pool, slowly opened his eyes.

He sniffed his nose vigorously, and the smell of blood immediately filled his brain, and the whole person's spirit was lifted. He glanced at it, and the dying compatriot brother, Auguste revealed a touch of it. Smile.

With a smile, four sharp fangs appeared in his mouth.

In the light of the light, the fangs flashed with cold light.

"Eric, I always thought that your strength is equal to mine. I didn't expect you to be far inferior to me. You can't even meet the minimum requirements of the blood sacrifice. I really don't know how you escaped my tracking over the years. Fortunately, I was prepared. In a quarter of an hour, the tomb of the ancestors we worked together for will be opened. Are you not at all excited?"

August looked at Eric and said every word, his hoarse voice trembling with excitement.