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

He could feel that the special power was somewhat repulsive to his aura, but it was somewhat similar to the dark angel martial soul in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Especially when looking at the statue of Rakshasa, Wang Feng vaguely felt that the dark angel martial soul was a little throbbing, but a little disdainful.

Very strange thoughts.

‘How could a martial soul give me this idea?’

Wang Feng felt quite strange in his heart.

Although there is only one statue of the Rakshasa god, the Dark Angel's martial soul is just a martial soul.

Could it be that the level of this martial soul is higher than that of this Rakshasa?

Wang Feng thought to himself, or, the god represented by the Dark Angel's martial soul? But Wang Feng didn't remember any gods like Dark Angel.

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

Bibidong is not in a hurry either.

"Sure."

Wang Feng didn't think much about it. Since he was here, this trial and assessment.

It doesn’t matter whether you reward or not, it’s mainly because Wang Feng wants to experience the power of the gods or what the trial is like.

Hearing this, Ghost Douluo nodded. He walked out, walked to the gate of the Rakshasa Temple, and pressed his palm against the gate.

The halo burst out from the position in his palm, and the door in every gap moved slightly, revealing a gap.

Then, the door opened and a ray of light appeared.

This gate is extremely large, at least nearly ten meters high. The door frame is carved with many creatures that look like humans and non-humans, and they look a bit ancient. At the same time, there are also the appearance of several Moro people, carved on the door frame.

Ghost Douluo is one of them.

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

Wang Feng knows those patterns.

When he came, Ghost Douluo said that the most powerful clan member of the Moro tribe, called King Moro, is the divine servant who guards the Rakshasa God. He is stronger than his Ghost Douluo. He has been guarding the Rakshasa secret realm for many years for generations.

The rest are the titled Douluo powerhouses of the Moro tribe.

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

Generally, outside humans who come here will not easily open this temple to each other. It often takes a period of test to prove that they are qualified to participate in the test before they can open the Rakshasa Temple.

Wang Feng is a special person, so Bibi Dong directly opens his back door.

Without those tests, you can go directly to the temple to participate in the trial.

After the door opened, there was a dark light curtain, emitting circles of patterns. The world inside could not be seen.

It looks mysterious and weird.

"Get in."

Bibi Dong said lightly.

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

Some are other conditions.

But the premise is that you must have the qualifications for assessment. That is, you must enter this temple.

Once you enter, it means that you are qualified for the assessment and trial.

Wang Feng nodded and followed Bibidong into the temple, and Ghost Douluo also walked with him.

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

Martial soul, soul power, and even soul bones cannot be used.

Only... Wang Feng's heart moved, and there was only the power of the blood pattern, which seemed to be still there.

The power of the blood pattern was produced by Wang Feng's cultivation of the dark angel martial soul, which was very strangely formed by the various emotional forces absorbed.

To be precise, it was derived from the Dark Angel Wuhan, but the Dark Angel's martial soul is originally one.

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

The structure inside the temple was somewhat beyond Wang Feng's expectations. The light inside was very bright. Compared to the dark sky outside, it felt like it had entered the daytime from the night.

Around it is an empty hall, and at the forefront, there is an extremely magnificent statue of the Rakshasa god.

In Wang Feng's imagination, this should be the statue of the Rakshasa God. He held a black sickle in his hand and looked ferocious and terrifying. Although it was a human body, it gave people the ultimate evil aura. It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. At the position of the heart, a light flashed sometimes.

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

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

"Compared with 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. Wang Feng vaguely felt several extremely powerful auras coming from above.

"The temple is divided into eighteen floors. According to the strength of the examiner, they 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 to the statue of Rakshasa god, which was at least seven or eight meters high.

The closer you get, the more Wang Feng can feel the pressure.

"This is the statue of Rakshasa God, with a trace of the divine power of Rakshasa God."

Bibi Dong and Wang Feng explained slightly, "It is precisely because of this divine power that we are under huge pressure and special imprisonment in this mystery."

Speaking of this, a ray of light flashed in Bibidong's eyes: "This is the rule of God. Even the strong man at the Titled Douluo level is the same here. It is similar to the realm of the Capital of Killing."

Wang Feng nodded slightly.

"Pope Crown, please drop a drop of blood on it."

Ghost Douluo took Wang Feng to the statue and was in a millstone.

Below the millstone is carved a ferocious giant beast, connecting the statue of the Rakshasa god behind it, and the location where the blood drips is the bloody mouth of the giant beast.

"The true God of Rakshasa attaches importance to bloodlines."

Ghost Douluo said slowly, "The stronger the soul master, the stronger the bloodline. Only when the bloodline reaches a level can the Rakshasa God pay attention to it, gain recognition, and give it a different trial. His Majesty Bibi Dong won the strongest Rakshasa Real God Nine Test, which is called the Rakshasa Nine Test, also called the True God Nine Test, and there are nine trials in total."

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

"Below, there are also the seven exams of Allah, and they have also been the seven exams of Allah. After the seven exams of Allah, they have the qualifications to become Allah of our Mora clan and lead our Mora clan to serve the Rakshasa God."

"After, there are five exams for killing evil ghosts, three exams for killing demons with a hundred killing demons, two exams for killing evil ghosts, and so on..."
Chapter completed!