It is said that there must be a demon when things go wrong, and now this painting has completely exceeded common sense.

The painting is still a painting, but this painting seems to have an aura, and the people in the painting seem to have life.

The more I looked, the more I felt that the painting was alive, but the question was, can a normal painting live?

Apparently impossible.

Paintings are dead things, and if they have spirituality, then they become monsters, just like mountain spirits, when they develop their spiritual intelligence and make movements or actions beyond themselves, they will be regarded as demons.

This picture of a beautiful woman has to be said to be a picture of a beautiful woman who has captivated the country and the city, and it is also the most aura picture I have ever seen.

To be able to paint a painting like this, you can imagine what kind of skills the painter should have?

If you take out the painting in front of you and put it up for auction, it will definitely be a masterpiece.

Looking at the picture of the beauty lying at the bottom of the bronze coffin, I couldn't help but be a little stupid for a while.

It is not obsessed with the beauty in the painting, but obsessed with the spirituality and shock brought by the painting.

It's like when you're walking down the road and suddenly you see a talking dog, shocking, fresh, and filled with a deep curiosity.

I was curious about who was painting, who the woman was in the painting, and what kind of story existed between the person who painted and the woman in the painting.

Why is such a perfect picture placed here?

Could it be that the owner of the bronze coffin is the person who painted it, and the beauty in this painting is her intended person?

This is very likely, but after all, it is just my guess, and I guess no one knows what the specific situation is.

I can ignore the gold and jade armor, but I always feel that this painting with aura is not ordinary, and it would be a pity if I missed it.

So after a brief loss of consciousness, I had the urge to take the scroll for myself.

As soon as the thought moved, I reached out and picked up the scroll.

I can't tell what the texture of the scroll is, but after all these years, the scroll is still well preserved enough to show that it is not extraordinary.

After holding it in my hand and admiring it a few times, I couldn't help but sigh a little: "What a painting!

Although I don't know what the effect of this painting scroll is, my intuition tells me that this painting must not be lost.

When I put the scroll away, there were a few "clicks" outside the coffin.

The sounds were soft, but they were so clear in the silence of the cavern.

I suddenly looked up, but because the coffin was so high, it completely obscured my vision, and I couldn't see anything outside.

"Click...... Click"

The noise became more frequent and denser, mixed with some metal grinding sounds.

Turning out the bronze coffin, I climbed to the edge of the coffin lid to take a look, and was immediately startled.

Because I found that the hundreds of skeleton soldiers who were united with the outside world before had all turned around at this moment, and together with the weapons in their hands, they were aimed at the bronze coffin.

Or rather, aimed at me in the coffin.

Three circles inside and three circles outside, all the skeleton soldiers, including the two skeleton generals standing on the chariot, and even the war horses, all came to life at this moment.

There were green flames in their eyes, and the ferocious aura on their bodies had almost turned into substance, causing the surrounding space to begin to freeze.

Inch by inch, from the outside to the inside, little by little, approaching me.

The skeleton soldiers weren't moving, but I felt like I was in the middle of the battlefield, surrounded by screams, screams, roars, screams.

And before my eyes, there seemed to be thousands of armored cavalrymen, carrying spears, urging the horses under their crotches, and launching a ferocious charge.

The smell of killing in my face made it difficult for me to breathe.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw groups of archers, drawing their bows with arrows, and then firing out in a volley.

I could clearly see thousands of arrows flying into the sky, slicing through a wave of parabolas and then attacking with even greater speed.

There are thousands of arrows, and the black pressure is like rain, and it is like this.

I was in the center of the battlefield, and when I saw this rain of arrows, I stood stunned, my heart was full of despair, and I didn't even have the slightest idea of resisting.

Because it was an all-round indiscriminate attack, and the coverage was terrifying, I had nowhere to dodge but to die.

On this 10,000-person level battlefield, I deeply realized how small a person's power is.

Even Song Qian couldn't achieve the feat of changing the tide of the battle by herself.

Even if Song Qian is 10,000 enemies, but after all, it is only 10,000 enemies, what if he is facing 100,000 people, is it a million people?

The role played by the so-called 10,000 enemies does not seem to be so obvious.

In the case of a huge disparity in troops, 10,000 enemies can only be used as 10,000 enemies.

And what I am facing now is a war, and everywhere I look, the sky is full of people, densely packed, and there is no end in sight.

This is not the kind in TV dramas, where you can find a few random group performances, dozens of them claim to be tens of thousands, and hundreds of them are known as millions of troops.

What I was showing before me was a real battle scene based on 10,000 people, and I can't estimate how many people there were.

All I know is that everything I can see, what I can feel, is people everywhere.

There are cavalry, there are archers, there are shield soldiers, there are spearmen, etc., and there are all kinds of tools of war, similar to chariots, catapults, etc., etc., etc.,

The tragic killing atmosphere, the real and bloody war scenes, hit my nerves all the time.

It's not that I've never seen dead people, but it's nothing compared to the war scene in front of me, and the difference is like that between an ant and an elephant.

I always thought that I had a good mental quality, but in the face of the tragic war scene in front of me, I was a little weak.

I was holding the knife, and I didn't even know whether to attack or charge, because my mind was blank at the moment.

I don't know where I am anymore, I just know that I am a small soldier, a new recruit on the battlefield.

And my task is to rush forward, as far as I can, even if I die, I have to rush forward.

I could clearly see that the bodies of my companions were falling one by one, some of them were killed by arrows, some were hacked to death with knives.

And more just serious injuries, lying on the ground screaming,*.

These screams, screams, cries for help, even gradually overshadowed the shouts of killing.

It was only at this moment that I understood that on the battlefield, there were not many people who died on the spot, but more serious injuries, as well as serious injuries and near-death.

It's just that because they have not been rescued for a long time, these seriously injured patients have gradually become corpses.

The corpses piled up more and more, like hills.

Blood stained the ground red, and my feet stepped on it too much, and the originally hard ground turned into a quagmire at this moment.

And many people are fighting and rolling in this big quagmire.

As I looked around in confusion, I suddenly felt a pain in my abdomen, and when I looked down, I saw that a spear had pierced into my body at some point.

The spear didn't penetrate deeply, because my hand had reflexively grasped the barrel of the gun as I was attacked.

It's an almost instinctive muscle memory that doesn't require thinking at all and is entirely the best response the body makes when it's hurt.

I caught the spear, but the pain was real.

I looked up along the spear and saw a tall, grim-looking soldier standing in front of me.

The soldier was dressed in bright armor, and his whole body was full of ferocity, which was a special aura formed after accumulating time and killing too many people.

It was obvious that the soldier in front of him was an elite who came out of the sea of corpses and blood.

Seeing that the shot was unsuccessful, the soldier did not have any expression, but habitually drew the long knife at his waist, stepped forward, and slashed at my head.

I subconsciously dodged sideways, and at the same time reached out with one hand, accurately grabbing the back of the soldier's long knife slashing down.

The swords and guns were restrained, and the soldier could not pull away, but instead of retreating, he abandoned his weapon and continued to climb closely, grabbing at my throat with one claw.

This trick is fast and fast, and it is obviously not the first time it has been used.

The soldier was fast, but I was moving faster, barely thinking, and when the other man attacked, I had already kicked out and kicked the soldier in the chest with lightning speed.

The armor on the soldier's chest was immediately dented and deformed, and the whole person immediately flew out upside down, knocking down the two people behind him by the way.

Although the soldiers who attacked me were dealt with, the situation did not get any better.

Because I found myself surrounded at this moment.

Countless elite soldiers surrounded me in the center, crowded and crowded, and there was not even a crack left for me.

Looking at the dense crowd of human heads, I felt a sense of despair in my heart.

The attack of that shot just now was real, and the pain was real, and it was not easy for an elite soldier to deal with, let alone the tens of thousands.

To put it mildly, one person can drown me with a soak of urine.

Just when I was helpless, the front circle of soldiers suddenly moved......