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After the Glory Sacrifice was held, these people started walking towards the mountain with the selected five hundred people, Wei Qing naturally followed behind.

Although Kristen seemed very backward with this shortcoming, there was actually a mountain road paved with stones on the mountain behind.

The mountain road is about two meters wide and is made of uniform long blue stones. It is unknown how many people died trying to mine these stones.

They had been walking on the stone steps for quite some time, and at this time the entire team had stopped.

Wei Qing then turned his gaze to the end of the stone steps ahead, only to find that the road ahead had been plunged into deep fog at some point, and even Wei Qing could not see the fog clearly.

"These half-baked gods still have something to offer."

Wei Qing touched his chin and thought in his mind.

Although he has not practiced any magical powers related to the eyes, this does not mean that his eyesight is weak. The magic power flows to the eye meridians, and even if he has not practiced it, some things cannot block his eyes.

Now, the white mist in front of them can resist his realization, which makes Wei Qing very curious about the origins of the guys who call themselves "gods" here. Most people can't do this.

However, Wei Qing did not rashly test the white mist in front of him, as it would be bad if he was alerted.

At this time, the person leading the team was still the middle-aged man Wei Qing had seen in the square.

"High Priest, we're here, let's get started."

After walking on the stone steps for a short time, the person next to the middle-aged man reminded him.

The high priest first looked at the crowd following him, then looked at the sky, and then nodded to the person who reminded him just now.

Seeing the high priest's permission, the man waved his hand, and a man came up holding a jar of something.

“Light the magic lamp and may the lamp guide our way forward.

The high priest knelt on the ground, kowtowed a few times, then took out something similar to grease from the clay pot, and filled it into the two hanging street lamps set up on the stone steps.

The main body of the street lamp was made of a black material that Wei Qing could not see, with some withered vines wrapped around it.

The weirdest thing is that what is hanging on the street lamp is not a lamp, but two black skulls.

Logically speaking, ordinary people should have been so scared that their legs would weaken when they saw this weird scene, but this group of people was different.

Even those who were selected were kneeling on the ground respectfully at this time, their faces full of piety, and they were mumbling words as if they were praying.

As these people prayed devoutly, four green rays of light lit up on the two black skulls, shining directly into the groggy fog above.

"The magic lamp given by the gods has guided us on the way to heaven. We worship you, Almighty God."

"Honor you, Almighty God"

Under the leadership of the high priest, those below uttered pious words. Even those who distributed food knelt down and prayed devoutly.

After praying for a long time, the high priest stood up, opened his arms and said to the people below, "Foolish people, follow me to welcome the gift of gods and enter the kingdom of gods."

After hearing the words of the high priest, the faces of those kneeling below showed extremely pious expressions, and their eyes were full of fanaticism. They followed the high priest into the mist.

This time, Wei Qing did not follow them. Instead, he stood in front of the two street lamps and began to observe carefully.

The black skull was obviously a refined magical weapon, exuding a dark luster.

"Sure enough."

There was a small piece of yellow and white grease floating on the palm of Wei Qing's hand, which looked very disgusting.

He was a little strange just now. He didn't see any large animals around him. The tribe was also very far away from the sea. Where did the oil come from?

After taking out a small piece from the street lamp and looking at it, Wei Qing finally confirmed that it was what he had imagined.

The skull is burning with human oil.

The reason why Wei Qing knew so well was because when he first started practicing, he once burned a member of his gang alive to the ground in order to intimidate the gang members around him.

And that sight made him unable to eat for several months.

Turning the grease in his hands into fly ash, Wei Qing's face suddenly turned ugly.

He originally thought that these were just a few ordinary superpowers who enslaved human beings. In this dark age, this kind of thing happened everywhere, and even Wei Qing's supervisor couldn't control it.

But now seeing this scene, Wei Qing finally decided that he couldn't do anything about it. Normally, as long as he wasn't a pervert, he wouldn't use human oil as fuel.

The demons and devils in hell will not do this either.

"Kristen, tell me about the situation here in detail."

Wei Qing turned his gaze behind him, wanting to ask Kristine something specific.

But when he turned around, he realized that there was no one behind him.

Kristine, who had been following him quietly like a follower, disappeared without knowing when.

Wei Qing also noticed that the surrounding fog had become thicker again, and his consciousness could only reach a few dozen feet before getting lost.

"when"

A trace of surprise flashed across Wei Qing's face.

Because he was afraid of being discovered by the enemies on the mountain, Wei Qing habitually kept all his spiritual consciousness in his body, only retaining some within a few meters around his body to maintain vigilance.

What he didn't expect was that the white mist surrounding him unexpectedly surrounded him, and Christine also disappeared. Even if his consciousness was retracted, it shouldn't be like this.

As a cultivator with a very sensitive spiritual sense, even without the assistance of spiritual consciousness, he should not have no reaction when the thick fog enveloped him. What's more, a person quietly disappeared behind him.

"There's something wrong with these greases, no, there's something wrong with these fogs too."

Wei Qing quickly put on a protective shield to isolate the strange smell and fog outside.

It was because of these weird smells that he discovered that there was something wrong with the grease. It must have been at that time that he lost his sense of everything around him.

"interesting."

As powerful as he is, he should have been immune to all poisons long ago, but now, he has fallen into the trap of others again, and in the same way.

"Devils are everywhere, and ancient gods are as numerous as dogs. They are indeed worthy of their reputation."

He had long known that the earth in ancient times was dangerous, but he did not expect it to be so dangerous.

It was just a gatekeeping measure created by a false god supplied by a small tribe, but it was really not easy for him to get into trouble.