Since Shao Heng and the others entered this place, all the way they saw was a road like a cemetery, and the most spacious place was the room where they had previously encountered the Yin Ghost and the Ghost King. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Shao Heng and the others walked in front of a tall stone door again, they had somewhat expected a different scene behind the door.

However, when the stone door opened, the suddenly open vision in front of them first impacted the minds of Shao Heng and the four of them, and countless stone lamps flickered with firelight, which were bright and bright as day.

And then, all of them stared at the front, speechless.

In front of them, piles of white bones were neatly stacked, and there were only two empty holes left in the place where the eyes were originally on the countless heads, staring at the people who came as if they were from the sight of 10,000 years ago.

Dead people, Shao Heng has not seen them.

The people who died tragically in the palace of Yidu under the Dafa of Blood River Reincarnation were even more devoured by blood demons and died, leaving only stumps and broken arms, and there were no corpses.

However, in the endless space in front of him, the scene of thousands or even thousands of tired corpses being placed neatly on the ground as if they were ordinary goods still made Shao Heng's hands and feet a little numb, and even instantly formed a blank in his mind, forgetting where he was.

He only felt as if his breath was suppressed, and every breath he inhaled seemed to be accompanied by a rich bloody breath, as if there were countless unjust souls wailing and screaming under this ten-zhang high dome!

The white bones, as if they came to life in an instant, turned into a living person, stretched out their flesh and blood hands to him to pray for the last mercy, and issued the last and most bitter curse before death!

Why?

Why don't you save us?!

The misty sword scabbard behind his back suddenly became hot, and with the sound of the sword of the Heavenly Machine Sword Qingyue, Shao Heng breathed heavily like a drowning man coming to the surface.

He looked at it again, and there was still the terrible image he had just seen in front of him, only countless white bones that could no longer speak. The countless pairs of hollow eye sockets are still deep, and there is only endless darkness and loneliness inside.

Shao Heng's clothes were dry, and he was wet with sweat again.

Before he could stabilize his mind, he heard Shui Fangzhi let out a hysterical scream, and then sat down on the ground with a frantic expression on his face, obviously losing his mind!

Nangong Beidou and Ning Qingyun also fell into some kind of illusion before, and their faces were also very pale and ugly.

But first there was the sword sound of the Heavenly Machine Sword, and then there was the scream of Shui Fangzhi, and the two of them also broke free from the shackles of the illusion like Shao Heng and regained their senses.

Shao Heng was about to make a move to appease Shui Fangzhi with a heart-clearing mantra, but before the true qi had condensed, Shui Fangzhi suddenly stopped screaming, as if she had been cut off halfway, and fainted.

Ning Qingyun's fingers trembled lightly to probe Shui Fangzhi's pulse, and called her a few more times, but Shui Fangzhi seemed to be frightened to the limit, and had no intention of waking up at all.

"What should I do?" Ning Qingyun's eyes were a little confused, and she was also a little dodging the white bone corpse that was everywhere.

Nangong Beidou's flying voice on weekdays was already low and hoarse at this time: "This place is weird, I just ...... I just saw these corpses come back to life......"

"It's not alive...... Shao Heng closed his eyes and said sadly: "It's a reappearance of these...... The scene before these people died......"

"I don't know how they died in pain at that time, and this resentment that has lingered for thousands or even tens of thousands of years was buried deep at the bottom of the lake, or even trapped in this place, so that we can perceive the illusion of Fang Cai...... Even perceived ...... The pain of these people. Ning Qingyun tried her best to stay calm, but the voice floating in the air still revealed her fear.

Nangong Beidou looked at the pair of empty eyes in front of him, clenched his teeth, and his chest seemed to be occupied by an inexplicable emotion, and it seemed to be stuck in his throat.

Finally, he couldn't stand the heavy silence a little, slammed his fist on the stone door behind him, and roared angrily: "Bastard!"

Shao Heng's face changed, and he hurriedly said, "Don't!"

However, Nangong Beidou was already angry, his fist was as fast as lightning, and it had been smashed out in the blink of an eye.

The stone gate was thick and hard, I don't know what material it was made of, and it only shook under Nangong Beidou's punch.

However, this slight shock spread imperceptibly, and with a loud bang, the countless white bones fell down one after another as if they had been hit hard, turning into fine powder!

Thousands of corpses shattered one after another at this moment, raising countless ashes, which filled the air like an overwhelming earth and scattered in all directions.

Shao Heng's face was ugly, and he pointed out that a water curtain was released in front of the three of them, blocking the miserable white ashes from the outside.

After a long time, when the clarity was restored in front of him, the mountain of white bones had disappeared, leaving only an empty square covered with countless white powders.

Nangong Beidou's face turned pale for the first time, and he muttered, "This ...... How so?"

"The bones are so neatly stacked, which shows that these people did not die a natural death in the first place. There is not a trace of decay on the bones, and there are no rotting insects here, and I didn't pay attention to it before, but I just noticed that there were burn marks on the ground. These bones, I'm afraid that they have been burned by the fire, but they haven't dispersed for some reason. Shao Heng released a stream of water again, sweeping across the ground, revealing some pitch-black marks on the ground.

Ning Qingyun's face turned pale, and she thought to herself: This is really a waste of ashes.

"You don't have to mind, these bones are only afraid that they have been weathered a long time ago, and they have been burned by fire before, so they will ...... because of a very small shock" Shao Heng looked at Nangong Beidou's lost soul, and couldn't help but say something relieved, but it was difficult to continue halfway through.

"I'm fine, it's just that I can't feel at ease by destroying people's bones. When Nangong Beidou heard Shao Heng's words, the pride in his heart prevailed, and he didn't want to be looked down upon, so he immediately explained by his spirit.

"Next, what should I do?" Ning Qingyun saw that the two were silent, and couldn't help but ask: "And Senior Sister Shui...... I don't know what the situation is?"

"Before, against the Ghost King, you and Senior Sister Ning contributed the most, and they must have consumed a lot of True Qi, so it's better to ...... It's better to rest here for a while and wait to see how Senior Sister Shui is doing before discussing anything else. ”

"It's fine. "Shao Heng did consume a huge amount of money, but fortunately, all the ghosts he encountered along the way were ghosts, and Nangong Beidou froze them with only the Flying Frost Sword Intent, and he didn't encounter any creatures like the Ghost King again.

Ning Qingyun picked up the unconscious Shui Fangzhi, and the three of them invariably did not stay in this brightly lit place, but retreated back to the passage where they came, and exited the place covered by the ashes of an unknown number of people.

Standing between light and shadow, Shao Heng's vision gradually dimmed again, but he seemed to be relieved in his heart.

It seemed ordinary now, but he couldn't see it as normal anyway.

Shao Heng finally understood why the cold aura here was so deep, why there were so many ghosts along the way, and the existence of the ghost king made people think: maybe the souls of these people who died tragically here for some reason have never dispersed, and they have been trapped at the bottom of the lake forever and forever.

No wonder the resentment was so great that they were almost trapped in endless despair at a glance.

What does it look like a tomb palace, this beautiful "blue pearl" is simply the place where countless people are buried!

Shao Heng's face was so cold that he was about to drip water.

After he fell here, he just wanted to find Xiao Yu who had fallen into the water and was lost as soon as possible, but he didn't expect to first meet his fellow disciples and learn that this place was the ancient god ruins that the Demon Dao people had plotted to cross Yunmeng Daze, and then discovered the existence of these thousands of bones and ghosts.

These various circumstances made Shao Heng suddenly make up his mind: "No matter what, I must find out what is going on here, so that these unjust souls can return to the world and enter reincarnation!"

"Shao Heng!" Nangong Beidou suddenly shouted.

Shao Heng raised his eyes and found that Nangong Beidou had stepped into the light again after crossing him at some point, pointing to a place on the wall and looking at himself.

He first looked back at Shui Fangzhi who was unconscious and Ning Qingyun who was taking care of her, and saw that both of them were within sight of him, before he walked into the huge square.

"There are murals again. Nangong Beidou seemed to have regained his composure, and his face was as usual.

Shao Heng set his eyes on the wall, and sure enough, he saw a pattern similar to the one before, but this pattern was more complete and less detailed, and the content depicted in it was very different from the previous one.

If the previous mural may have depicted the daily life of the tribe in ancient times, then the picture in front of him hit Shao Heng's heart like countless bones piled up in this square.

The frescoes are painted with great virtuosity, one scene after another, in which people or creatures die in their own ways.

Instead of the previous room, the place is square, but rather in a large circle, and the frescoes slowly unfold along the walls.

Shao Heng looked in the direction with a solemn face.

The first depicts many people lying on the ground, seemingly dead, surrounded by many helpless and weeping relatives, looking up to heaven and praying.

The second depicts many people hurrying with their bags on their backs, only to be besieged and bitten by countless ferocious beasts.

The third pattern depicts a volcanic eruption, with molten lava spreading and devouring countless human and demon races.

Yes, from the beginning of the third picture, various alien appearances appear in the pattern.

Next, wind, frost, rain, snow, and all kinds of natural disasters befell all the creatures in the pattern.

There are fewer and fewer creatures, but they seem to be growing.

Life and death are constantly circulating in this pattern.

Until, after the last flood overwhelmed everything, a "god" appeared in the next picture.

A "god" who floats in the sky and stands above the clouds.

Unlike all other creatures before him, this "god" has the most detailed depiction, from hair to clothing, everything is fine, and even the eyes are depicted in great detail, with a sense of contempt.

It's just that the age of the mural is too old, and the eyes of this person floating in the air have peeled off a little bit due to the weathering of the years, revealing a dark and reddish stone wall, with the scene of countless white bones in this place before, Shao Heng only felt that the figure in front of him who might represent the "god" was extremely weird, and there was no sense of immortality.