Compared to the constipated faces of those sharks, the demon beasts of the other clans whistled with a relaxed face.

What, this is the cave of your Sea Clan's ancestors? I'm sorry, we didn't hear anything.

An Baobao has long since turned into an invisible mermaid and is swimming around in the cave. It can be seen that the identity of this sea clan must have been very noble during his lifetime, and many of the decorations in it are even more exquisite than the Crystal Palace of the Blood Shark Queen. It's just that...... Luo An'an didn't expect that this sea clan still knew how to form formations?

Seeing that the formation in this cave is not very similar to the monk's technique, it should be arranged by the master of the cave himself.

And the interior of the cave mansion is not as complicated as Luo An'an thought, but has a kind of homely atmosphere. In the main hall of the cave is a table with only a teapot and two teacups. When one of them took a closer look, there was tea in the cup.

It's a pity that the tea has long been cold.

"Is this really a cave? Why don't you have any treasures?"

When Luo An'an was observing, a group of demon cultivators also turned around a few times, but they didn't gain anything! They were depressed in their hearts, they wouldn't do it, they were also a powerful cave, and they wouldn't be poorer than ordinary people, right?

A group of demon cultivators were rummaging around, but Mo Jiuxiao set his eyes on a painting hanging in the bedroom of the cave mansion.

It is strange that there is a picture of mountains and rivers hanging in the room of the aquarium. A certain one also swam over to take a look at it, and commented: "This painting is very good, although the fine brush is not good, but the mountains are very aura." What's more, this painting seems to have only a few brushstrokes, but in fact, each stroke is very delicate and full of emotion!"

Mo Jiuxiao was noncommittal to the fox's words, and his attention was all on the person the size of a fingernail on the drawing.

If you don't look closely, you won't really notice that there is a person in the painting. In the midst of thousands of mountains and rivers, this person stands on an inconspicuous hill, which occupies the size of a fingernail in the whole painting. It's easy to lose sight of the past.

Not far away, Bai Lian watched Mo Jiuxiao staring at the painting, and walked over suspiciously: "Lan Baba, have you found anything?"

"Poof-" One of them almost couldn't help but squirt, she heard her right, right? Bai Lian called his own shovel officer's father? This is cheap......

Or the shovel officer will play!

"It's nothing," Mo Jiuxiao turned around and walked away: "I haven't seen anyone cultivating the art of painting, so I'm just a little curious." ”

Bai Lian looked at him suspiciously, and then looked at the painting. In the end, I really didn't find anything special, so I left.

But Luo An'an found something different.

There is a river under the mountains, and the river is surging down, but a small ink-colored line suddenly appears in the river. Luo An'an originally thought that this was an accidental mistake by the painter himself. But after a certain one looked down, he suddenly understood something.

Where is the mistake, it is clearly the fin on the tail of the mermaid!

Looking at this painting now, it means something completely different. A certain one touched his head and was a little puzzled: could it be that this is a realistic version of the fairy tale "The Daughter of the Sea"?

Suddenly, Luo An'an felt a sudden pain in the sea of divine consciousness, as if he had been hit hard.

Linlang's eager voice appeared in Luo An'an's mind: "The master is not good, the blood teardrop you got from gambling with the stone before is frantically hitting the seal!

After saying that, Luo An'an's Divine Consciousness Sea was in severe pain again.