Chapter 1193

"Almost!"

About half an hour later, while the six blowers were still blowing, Wang Chong's body jumped into the pit quickly. And behind him, Bahram, Gao Xianzhi and others also entered one after another.

"Sure enough!"

Not far from the ground, Wang Chong's ten fingers were inserted into the cave wall like iron tongs, staring at the cave wall in front of him. Although the cave was pitch black, an imperial general of Wang Chong's level had the ability to be white, similar to night vision. On the wall of the cave, Wang Chongqing saw a mural clearly.

Unlike the other murals, this one is made of iron and is deeply embedded in the cave walls, and the most bizarre thing is that all of them are red with blood.

Wang Chong just glanced at it twice, and immediately identified it. This is when pouring and incorporating a large amount of human blood to cause such an effect. As the commander of the army of Shura, Wang Chong will never admit his mistake.

The mural was heavily Sasanian, and Wang Chong could only make out some of the demon patterns with horns on their heads, as well as the human corpses that littered the mountains behind them.

"Demon God!"

In an instant, a strong, mixed with a strong smell of death, came to my face.

Contrary to what the guard outside said, the murals in this pit were the reason why Wang Chong, Gao Xianzhi, and Bahram and others appeared here.

There is no strong legend of the demon god in Middle-earth, but here, the demon god is believed in by everyone and is real.

"This is an ancient ruin, and judging by the writing on the wall, it should be written from the Elamite era. ”

A familiar voice came from beside him, and Bahram put his hands into the wall, looking at the strange mural on the wall as Wang Chong.

"What's written on the wall?"

A voice sounded, and Gao Xianzhi was on the other side of the cave wall, above Wang Chong and Bahram and the others, curious.

"I don't know!"

Bahram shook his head with a solemn expression:

"But I can recognize what the mural is trying to convey, it's a forbidden place, it's forbidden to enter!"

As soon as Bahram's voice fell, for a moment, there was a dead silence in the pit, and everyone had an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

Every empire, every region, has its own ancient legends and civilizations, these powerful civilizations have long disappeared in history, but they have left their own tracks and wreckage in the dust of history. Obviously, this Elamite dynasty was one of them.

"Let's go!"

Bahram forced his anger and first went underground, and behind him, Wang Chong and Gao Xianzhi glanced at each other, and quickly climbed down the cave wall. The deeper the pit became, the darker it became, and the smell of turbidity came to the face, almost suffocating. It was at this time that everyone understood why Wang Chong used a blower to blow air inside.

Climbing all the way down, no one spoke, I don't know how long it took, Wang Chong's body was vertical, his arms were loosened, and he quickly fell from the cave.

"It's so high!"

Wang Chong looked up and looked up, and from this angle, the hole was only the size of a sesame seed. Wang Chong estimated in his heart that the bottom of the cave was at least hundreds of meters high from the ground.

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and Wang Chong quickly looked ahead. The bottom of the pit is different from what everyone imagined, not only is it not the slightest cramped and crowded, but it presents a huge natural cave.

The cave was twenty meters high, and it was very empty, the surface of the cave was uneven and very mottled, and there were streams of faint green light emanating from some cracks.

Looking around, Wang Chong noticed a huge black shadow in the cave at first glance.

It was a huge palace.

"This ...... How is this possible?"

A voice came from behind him, and Gao Xianzhi fell from above, and when he saw the well-preserved ancient palace deep underground, he was also speechless in shock. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have believed that there was still a palace complex of ancient dynasties that had disappeared for a long time.

It is completely different from the Khorasan City that Wang Chong and others saw on the ground, this palace under the ground is simple and magnificent, and the entire palace group is twelve huge pillars in sight, and unlike the Tang Dynasty, Khorasan and Dashi, these palace groups are all forged with pure bronze. Most of the faint green light that everyone saw underground, was emanating from these bronze palaces.

"Incredible!"

Wang Chong was also looking at this palace, everything here was revealing a very different style, and the thick historical atmosphere in the air seemed to pull people through the space for a moment, and traveled to the Elamite era thousands of years ago in the legend of the Sassanid Dynasty.

"It's really a relic of the Elamite era!"

There were voices of admiration all around, and the other rebel leaders also fell down the hole, looking at these well-preserved ancient ruins, one by one shocked.

Click!

Just when everyone was looking at this underground palace group, suddenly a crisp sound came, which was extremely harsh in this underground world, and everyone looked over in an instant, only to see that not far away, a rebel general stood in front of a corpse, looking at his expression, it seemed that he was also startled by stepping on the corpse.

"It's the rebel soldiers who fell!"

Wang Chong raised his eyebrows slightly, and quickly recognized it, in addition to the seven or eight scattered corpses near this corpse, judging from the armor on his body, it was the people who fell before, and some of these corpses, far away from the place where they fell, seemed to have found these ancient ruins underground before they died, and they had to go forward.

However, the severity of the injuries prevented them from doing so.

"Let's go!"

One of the rebel leaders was the first to react, stepping over the corpse and walking forward. The dead are gone, but the living remain. The lives of these lost warriors are irretrievable, and the most important thing for everyone is to find out the ancient ruins underground.

After the leader of the rebel army took the lead in moving forward, Wang Chong and Gao Xianzhi also walked forward together.

"Strange place!"

Wang Chong cautiously looked around as he walked, everything here gave him a very new feeling. Witnessing an ancient ruin, this kind of thing has never happened even for Wang Chong.

Walking cautiously all the way, with the help of the faint green light, Wang Chong saw more and more bronze murals on the walls of the underground cave, each one completely different. But the same thing is that almost every one of them has a motif of a demon god on it, accompanied by the dry bones and corpses of humans, and the thick smell of blood and death on the picture is almost suffocating.

"Wang Chong, do you think these murals are so weird!"

A voice came from his ears, Wang Chong turned his head, and saw Gao Xianzhi stop in front of a large-sized bronze mural, his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Chong said in surprise as he walked over.

"At first glance, these murals look like scenes of demon gods slaughtering humans, but if you look closely, do you notice that these demon gods are almost all facing away from those humans?"

Gao Xianzhi said with a slight frown.

"Oh?"

Wang Chong's heart moved, and he followed Gao Xianzhi's gaze, only to see that the demon god on this mural was much taller than other demon gods, and behind him were also endless dry bones and corpses, but unlike other murals, behind the demon god on this mural, there were clearly a few more surviving human beings, looking at the back of the demon god one by one, and couldn't see the expressions on their faces.

"What do you mean, Lord Gao, the humans depicted in these murals are not necessarily killed by demon gods, as we think, and these demon gods are facing a more powerful threat. ”

Wang Chong frowned and said thoughtfully.

For a moment, both of them fell silent, the demon god slaughtered humans, which was a matter of course in everyone's imagination, but if the humans on the mural were not killed by the demon god, then ...... As if thinking of something, the frowns of the two deepened.

"Look here!"

At this moment, a loud shout came, and not far away, a rebel leader stared at a mark on the wall, and a shocked look appeared on his face:

"Here are the marks of the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon God!"

"Buzz!"

Hearing this, the crowd shook, and everyone gathered around. Bahram was the first to rush to the mural, while Wang Chong and Gao Xianzhi glanced at each other and rushed over together.

In the gap between one of the murals and the murals, Wang Chong and Gao Xianzhi clearly saw a golden goat's imprint, but unlike ordinary goat patterns, this golden goat had three horns on the top of its head, each of which was extremely sharp, pointing straight to the sky.

And if you look closely, you will also find that this sheep has a pair of golden vertical pupils, which looks extremely cold.

Wang Chong stared at the golden mark on the cave wall, thoughtful. In the west of the Green Ridge, the Seventy-Two Pillars of the Demon God are famous, such as the martial arts of Abu* from the Seventy-Two Pillars of the Demon God, and the martial arts used by the Governor of Cairo Osman to escape from his pursuit are also from the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon God, and in this world, the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon God has a long history.

"Unbelievable! The legends of the Elam Dynasty and the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon God are not at the same time at all, why do they have legends about the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon God?"

A rebel leader stared at the Demon God Mark on the wall, his eyes full of shock.

The crowd around them was buzzing, and they seemed to be very shocked by the appearance of the Seventy-Two Pillar Demon God here.