Chapter 3143 Strange Temple
The guillotine is a means of death penalty. In a certain country in ancient times, the guillotine was the only legal method of death penalty. There was once a famous queen who was pushed to the guillotine for execution.
The guillotine looks like a single door frame, with a headboard underneath and a gate-like heavy blade on it. Pull the heavy blade to the top, press the prisoner's head on the headboard, and then cut off the rope tied with the heavy blade. , the heavy blade like a small door will fall down, no matter how hard the neck is, it will be cut off directly.
And this guillotine is more than four meters high. The guillotine is made of bronze-colored wood, and the headrest and heavy blade are black metal.
The part of the guillotine looks blood-stained. I don't know how much blood has been stained and how many heads have been broken.
The entire guillotine was filled with the terrifying aura of evil spirits, as if there were countless wraiths surrounding them, roaring and screaming, not approaching the temple at all, as if there were countless ghosts trying to drag them to the guillotine.
Han Sen was looking at the guillotine by himself, but he saw the bald head walking straight towards the guillotine in the temple. He looked like a puppet without a soul, and his walking posture was very mechanical.
"The bald head." Han Sen growled in a low voice, and suddenly woke up the bald head who had already walked to the bank of the river. The bald head found himself standing in the river with the water up to his calf, and ran back in fright.
"That thing is so evil. I looked at the guillotine and felt that I really wanted to go there and put my head in it, and then I got confused..." the bald head said in shock.
"It's okay, I want to see what it is." Han Sen said and walked towards the temple.
He could feel that the temple and the guillotine were very strange, very different from ordinary gods.
Han Sen has been to many temples, and has seen more gods, but whether it is the son of the Yaolian, the emperor, or the one from the Gene Temple, Han Sen feels that he is bound by the rules.
No matter how powerful and violent they are, they will act according to the rules. However, Han Sen feels that this decapitated god has an unscrupulous overbearing and evil spirit, which is completely different from ordinary gods.
Bao'er was sitting on Han Sen's shoulder, holding the little flying fish in his arms, with a rare serious look on his face.
When Han Sen stepped into the dilapidated ancient temple, he saw that there was something behind the guillotine.
The rope that tied the heavy blade of the guillotine stretched to the back, and the rope was not tied to anything, but was pulled by a hand.
That hand was not a human palm either, but belonged to a puppet, an ancient puppet that looked like a woman in a gorgeous palace dress and a crown on her head.
It's just because the puppet is too old, many places have lost its color, and it is stained with a lot of blood, which makes it look very dilapidated and weird.
When Han Sen was looking at the puppet, the puppet's closed eyes suddenly opened, a pair of blood-red eyes fixed on Han Sen, and the movable wooden mouth let out a strange laugh.
"Are you here? I've been waiting for you for a long time." The voice was erratic and ghostly, with a teeth-gritting trill, as if it came from the depths of hell.
"Do you know me?" Han Sen looked at the puppet and asked.
It is impossible for ordinary gods not to recognize him, but this temple is full of weirdness, which makes Han Sen very suspicious whether this is a real temple.
"Of course I do. I have been waiting for you for billions of years, and you are finally here... come... come to me... and live with me as a god forever... We will never be separated from life to life..." The puppet let out a tear laughter.
And with her laughter, the body of the puppet actually moved, pulling the hemp rope that was soaked in blood and dyed black, pulling up the heavy blade little by little.
As the heavy blade rose from the head platform, the purple-black flames on the entire severed head also erupted, as if thousands of evil spirits were roaring and screaming, and the entire temple of the severed head was enveloped in terrifying purple-black flames.
Every time the heavy blade rises, the terrifying purple-black flame becomes stronger. As the purple-black flame rises, there seem to be countless evil spirits roaring towards Han Sen.
"Flying feathers all over the sky." The golden light on Han Sen's body exploded, and the peacock feathers formed a golden light wheel, and then turned into arrows all over the sky to assassinate those evil spirits.
But the next second, Han Sen was surprised to find that the peacock feathers condensed by the flying feathers could not hurt those evil spirits at all, and passed through their bodies directly.
The torrential rain of peacock feathers hit the guillotine, and each one was shattered into golden light, without being able to shake the terrifying guillotine in the slightest.
"It's useless. I am a god. No matter how powerful a mortal is, he can't resist the power of a god. A mortal is just a humble joke. Submit to me, and you will get the power of a god and live forever like a god." Immortal, contempt for all living beings in the world..." The puppet's wild and shrill voice continued to echo in the ancient temple, accompanied by the metal friction sound when the heavy blade was pulled up, making everything even more weird and terrifying.
Han Sen frowned slightly. The power of the Golden Winged Peacock King was useless against the guillotine, which could only explain one thing. This ancient temple is a real temple, and the guillotine and puppets should also be real gods.
When Han Sen was in the Gene Universe, he saw this situation too many times. The power of ordinary people has no effect on the gods. He must have special powers to hurt the gods.
If it wasn't for Qin Xiu or the Realm King God who broke through the space barrier and made the Gene Temple emerge in the world, there would be even fewer people who could hurt the gods.
The same is obviously true in the Great Universe of the Empire. Even the Mutated God-level Gold-winged Peacock King can't hurt the guillotine and puppets, and they don't know what kind of power is needed to hurt them.
When Han Sen was thinking, purple-black flames had descended on him, as if being wrapped and pulled by countless evil spirits, Han Sen couldn't control his body, and walked towards the guillotine step by step.
"Come on... cut off the head... together with me to achieve the immortal body..." The puppet pulled the rope again and again, and let out a miserable shrill laugh.
Han Sen turned the Xuanhuang Sutra to hit those evil spirits. Although some evil spirits were able to disappear, more evil spirits entangled them, as if they were endless.
Even Li Bingyu and the bald head who were standing far away from the river bank were affected. Li Bingyu could still struggle a bit, but the bald head walked towards the ancient temple with his eyes blurred.
Han Sen was about to break the rules of this world and show his strength to destroy the guillotine, but suddenly he saw the little flying fish fly up from Bao'er's arms, and a white flame spewed out of its mouth.