"How is it like an illusory psychedelic realm?" Qing Qian finally came back to his senses, and his eyes were no longer enthusiastic when he looked at the mural, the function of this mural was the same as the illusory psychedelic wall chart in the Heavenly Palace, which had the power to suck the immortals and demons into it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qing Qianyi uncharacteristically did not continue to stare at the mural, his eyes looked around from time to time, and his face was thoughtful.

The skull field along the way, then the clay pot, and then the mural, I don't know how many levels are waiting for them behind.

Qing Qian felt that this place was really weird, although the mural was a dead thing, but she always felt that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at her on the painting.

Thinking about it this way, the atmosphere that was wrong became even more eerie.

"Look at the move!" picked up a small skull on the ground, and threw it in the direction of the altar on the mural, and before the skull could get close to the fresco, it fell into a huge black hole and sucked the skull in.

The black hole ate the skull and hiccuped like a human being was full.

"If you just passed, this is the end. Ye Xinghan did not stop Qing Qian's actions, on the contrary, it helped her to see that she was aware of this dangerous situation.

"It's really curiosity that kills the cat, and the person who carved this mural must be a psychologically distorted pervert who specializes in finding loopholes. Qing Qian hummed angrily, everyone has some curiosity, especially in this rigid atmosphere, always looking for something to do, and this special mural will infinitely expand the curiosity of others.

So as to achieve the goal, eat all the people who approach.

"From the old crockpots to the current murals, I almost know what to do with them. Ye Xinghan looked at the shallow with anger on his face, and his mood was unexpectedly a little happy.

"What? Is it that you're so hungry that you want to eat everything you can?"

“…… The utensils here are arranged according to certain rules, which is a kind of spell ritual. Night Star Han looked at the mural on the cave wall, this thing was alive, and it maintained a strong smell of blood.

"With such a regular arrangement, do you want to set up a formation? Use spells and formations to suppress the things sealed in the cave. "Judging from the Bi Fang Bird that Night Xinghan is looking for, along the way, many demon souls and the souls of many other races are floating in it, and because they can't die, the more powerful the fierce array will be.

The killing array laid down with the murderous spirit is even more powerful.

"The monster of the crockpot is stuffed into the crockpot alive and filled with a special liquid, and over time, the flesh and blood rot, the body melts into a spell, and the head becomes a circle. Ye Xinghan couldn't help frowning, such a wicked technique was really disgusting.

“…… Are these murals pasted with the flesh and blood of monsters? No wonder I always feel a foul smell of blood wafting through the tip of my nose. "Qing Qian is a little disgusted, what he thought before has come true, using the formation laid by the desperate soul of the living creatures, the more miserable the death, the more painful the despair suffered before death, and the greater the power generated, which can seal these fierce souls, and can also seal Bi Fangniao and other things.

Qing Qian subconsciously felt that the air pressure around him was getting lower and lower, and he looked at the crockpots behind him, a long road was covered with dense crockpots.

And the road ahead must be walked carefully so as not to repeat the responsibility.