Check in Wang Feng from Douluo

"Start Checking in with Douluo Wang Feng"

Looking at the Rakshasa Temple in front of him, Wang Feng felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

He could feel that that special power was somewhat incompatible with his aura, but it was somewhat similar to the Dark Angel Martial Spirit in the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

Especially when looking at the Rakshasa statue, Wang Feng faintly felt that the Dark Angel's martial spirit was a little fluttering, but also a little disdainful.

Very strange idea.

‘How could a martial spirit give me such an idea? ’

Wang Feng felt quite strange in his heart.

Although there is only a statue of the Rakshasa God, the Dark Angel's martial spirit is just a martial spirit.

Is it possible that the level of this martial spirit is higher than that of this Rakshasa?

Wang Feng thought in his mind, or rather, the god represented by the Dark Angel Martial Spirit? But Wang Feng doesn't remember any gods like dark angels.

As if waiting for Wang Feng's answer, Luo You was not in a hurry.

Bibi Dong was not in a hurry either.

"determine."

Wang Feng didn't think too much about this trial and assessment since he came here.

It doesn't matter if there is a reward or not, the main reason is that Wang Feng wants to experience the power of the gods or what the trial is like.

Hearing this, Ghost Douluo nodded. He walked out and walked to the door of the Rakshasa Temple, pressing the door with his palm.

A halo bloomed from the position in his palm, and every crack in the door moved slightly, revealing a crack.

Then, the door opened, revealing a ray of light.

This gate is extremely huge, at least nearly ten meters high. There are many creatures that look like humans but not humans, and beasts that are not beasts are carved on the door frame. They look quite ancient. There are also several Moro tribesmen carved on them. On the doorframe.

And Ghost Douluo is also one of them.

The moment he pressed the door, the pattern of Ghost Douluo on the door frame also lit up.

Wang Feng knew all those patterns.

When they came here, Ghost Douluo said that the most powerful member of the Moro clan is called King Moro, and he is the divine servant who protects the Rakshasa God. He is more powerful than Ghost Douluo and has been guarding the Rakshasa for generations. The secret realm has been there for many years.

The rest are titled Douluo experts from the Moro tribe.

Only the Moro people on the door frame are qualified to open this Rakshasa temple.

Generally, outsiders who come here will not easily open this temple to each other. It often takes a period of testing to prove that they are qualified and able to participate in the test before the Rakshasa temple can be opened.

Wang Feng was special because Bibi Dong directly opened the back door for him.

You can enter the temple directly to participate in the trial without those tests.

After the door opened, there was a dark curtain of light, exuding circles of lines. Can't see the world inside.

It looks mysterious and weird.

"go in."

Bibi Dong said lightly.

She also has to enter the temple for trials. Although some trials have different contents, some trials are all in the temple.

Some have other conditions.

But the prerequisite is that you must have the qualifications for assessment. That is to enter this temple.

Entering means that you are qualified for the assessment trial.

Wang Feng nodded and followed Bibi Dong into the temple, along with Ghost Douluo.

That layer of light curtain was similar to a special rule. The moment Wang Feng passed through the light curtain and entered the temple, he felt that many of his powers seemed to have an extra layer of locks, and some seemed to be sealed.

Martial soul, soul power, and even soul bones are all useless.

Only... Wang Feng's heart moved. Only the power of the blood pattern seemed to be still there.

The power of the blood pattern is produced by Wang Feng's cultivation of the Dark Angel Martial Spirit. It is very strange that it is formed by absorbing various emotional powers.

To be precise, it is derived from the Dark Angel Wuhan, but the Dark Angel Wuhun is originally one.

After entering the temple, Wang Feng began to sense his surroundings.

The internal structure of the temple was somewhat beyond Wang Feng's expectations. The light inside is very bright. Compared with the dark sky outside, it feels like the night has entered day here.

Surrounded by an empty hall, at the very front, there is an extremely magnificent statue of Rakshasa.

In Wang Feng's imagination, this should be the statue of the Rakshasa God himself, holding a black sickle and looking hideous and terrifying. Although it is a human body, it gives off an extremely evil aura. It is not clear whether it is a man or a man. Women, at the position of the heart, a bright light sometimes flashes.

In front of the statue, there are two rows of ivory-like stone pillars. Each stone pillar needs at least six or seven people to embrace it, which looks extremely magnificent.

There are also many ancient pictures engraved on the stone pillars, but they are all bloody.

"Compared to the Rakshasa statue at the top of the temple outside, this one should be the real Rakshasa statue, right?"

Wang Feng's heart sank slightly, and he could feel the pressure brought by this statue.

In addition to this statue, there seemed to be many layers above the entire hall, and Wang Feng vaguely felt several extremely powerful auras faintly coming from above.

"The temple is divided into eighteen levels. Depending on the examinee's strength, the examiner will enter different levels for trials."

Ghost Douluo said briefly. After entering the temple, Ghost Douluo's expression was full of sacredness.

The three of them walked up to the statue of Rakshasa God, which was at least seven or eight meters high.

The closer he got, the more Wang Feng could feel the pressure.

"This is a Rakshasa statue, possessing a trace of the Rakshasa god's power."

Bibi Dong and Wang Feng explained briefly, "It is precisely because of this trace of divine power that we are under tremendous pressure and special confinement in this mystery."

Speaking of this, Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with light: "This is God's rule. Even powerful people at the Title Douluo level are the same here. It is similar to the realm of the Killing City."

Wang Feng nodded slightly.

"Your Majesty the Pope, please drop a drop of your blood on this."

Ghost Douluo led Wang Feng to a millstone in front of the statue.

A ferocious giant beast is carved under the millstone, which is connected to the Rakshasa statue behind it, and the place where the blood drips is the bloody mouth of this giant beast.

"The True God of Rakshasa values ​​bloodline."

Ghost Douluo said slowly, "The more powerful the soul master is, the more powerful his bloodline is. Only when the bloodline reaches the first level, will the Rakshasa God pay attention to it, gain recognition, and give it different trials. His Majesty Bibi Dong obtained It is the most powerful Rakshasa True God Nine Tests, known as the Rakshasa Nine Tests, also called the True God Nine Tests, with nine trials in total."

"After completing the nine tests, His Majesty Bibi Dong will be able to inherit the Rakshasa position and become a god."

"Below, there are the Seven Tests of God of Moro, also known as the Seven Tests of God. If you pass the Seven Tests of Moro, you will have the qualifications to become the God of our Moro clan and lead our Moro clan to serve the Rakshasa God."

"Further behind, there are five tests on killing evil ghosts, three tests on killing hundreds of demons, two tests on killing evil ghosts, etc..."