"By the way, why don't we speed up with spiritual power?" Lin Xiaoqiang suddenly remembered that he was still a martial king, and asked seriously to Song Wanhua beside him.

Hearing Lin Xiaoqiang's words, Song Wanhua was also stunned, but she bit her fingers and looked at the dense forest behind her with some fear. Lin Xiaoqiang knew what he was looking at, those weird stone carvings were indeed quite scary, could it be that he was scrupling about the stone carvings?

"Forget it, I always feel... Don't dare to disturb those giants. Song Wanhua smiled miserably, pinching her hair a little twisted.

Lin Xiaoqiang chuckled, he understood her thoughts very well, this kind of civilization relics that have existed for a long time, it is better to maintain a little awe, the Martial King is not invincible, and there is also the Martial Emperor Martial Saint Martial God on it.

The two continued to run wildly, and after a while they walked to their original position, and when they saw the swarthy corridor, they instantly remembered the bones hanging on the ceiling of the corridor, and he was very wise not to tell Song Wanhua.

"Do you want to see the history of the war?" Lin Xiaoqiang pointed to the swarthy corridor, "That ability to pull spiritual sense into it should be a natural formation, and there will be no danger." ”

Song Wanhua hesitated and shook her head, "Forget it, I'm afraid I won't be able to accept that kind of scene, it's a cruel war, it's still a giant war, and you haven't seen the giant stone carvings in the back." ”

Lin Xiaoqiang nodded sympathetically, the giant's battle uses the most primitive strength, that is, physical conflicts, and there are any violent scenes, even his king-level mind almost couldn't resist being scared.

Indeed, the stone carvings that tear off their heads at every turn can show how terrible the war between giants is. Lin Xiaoqiang shook his head and led Song Wanhua to the other side.

The back wall of the palace is carved with a very regular pattern, very complex but symmetrical, and a little closer inspection shows that the whole pattern spreads from a small pattern in the very center, and the amplitude of the spread is also somewhat regular.

Just by looking at it, one can feel the beauty of mathematical laws, and can explain the beauty of infinite laws from one side.

The two of them spent more than ten minutes running in the other direction of the palace and came to the exit of the 'History of Civilization' corridor on the left.

The corridor of the history of civilization in front of him was still as black as the corridor of the history of war, and Lin Xiaoqiang involuntarily moved his gaze up to look at the ceiling, fortunately there was nothing strange there.

"I can't feel the flow of the wind. Song Wanhua said with her eyes closed.

"When do you still have wind spiritual power?" Lin Xiaoqiang looked at Song Wanhua unexpectedly, only to see the latter roll his eyes, "The air flows!"

Lin Xiaoqiang patted his head, "Does this mean that this corridor is a dead end?"

"No, such a small corridor is obviously not for giants, why build such a small corridor in the giant's palace?" Lin Xiaoqiang suddenly noticed this, "Could it be that this civilization is still supported by giants and humans?"

"Won't you know if you go in and take a look?" Song Wanhua rolled her eyes at him, "The answers are all in front of you, and you have to think nonsense." ”

Lin Xiaoqiang scratched his hair in embarrassment, "Okay, I'll go ahead, if there is any accident, I won't die directly." ”

Song Wanhua rolled her eyes and waited for Lin Xiaoqiang to walk ahead, she could sense Lin Xiaoqiang's spiritual sense released, and Song Wanhua quietly waited for his response.

"There is no danger... It's just a little weird. Lin Xiaoqiang's voice echoed in the corridor.

Song Wanhua looked at him strangely, "What's so strange?"

"See for yourself, but you might have nightmares. ”

With strong doubts, Song Wanhua probed her spiritual sense onto the wall of the corridor, and an irresistible force poured out, wrapped in spiritual consciousness and deeply immersed in the world of the mural.

Feeble shouts echoed in the desert, and some people with strange parts were working in the desert in a language they didn't understand, burying stones in the desert and respectfully performing the five-body throwing ceremony.

Every twenty-two steps, the people who traded the desert knelt down and buried the stones in their baskets into the desert.

These people with strange animal parts seemed to be tireless in pushing the human line, and when someone died, the people near him would take the stones from his back basket and continue to bury them.

Time flew by, and when Song Wanhua came back to her senses, all the people across the desert were killed, and their bodies began to weather, buried in the yellow sand.

The picture flashed, and there was a different scene in front of me again: a giant more than ten or twenty meters tall held the corpse of an orc and gently placed it in a huge pit, as if it was being buried.

The screen flashed again, and it changed to another way of burial, this time with the orcs burying the orcs.

Song Wanhua regretted it very much when she saw this, she didn't know what kind of heart this recorder had, the perspective was either to the corpse or to the fatal wound, and some bloody scenes Song Wanhua couldn't forget if she wanted to.

The high-level king-level spiritual consciousness could not escape this kind of picture, and Song Wanhua was forced to watch all this. She wanted to scream to release her stress, but her psychic sense couldn't, and she couldn't even feel her own body in this picture.

Fortunately, however, the burial scene did not last long, and in a certain change of the picture, the tones suddenly brightened, the giant orcs worked in harmony, and the city was slowly built under their hands.

Wider and wider cities appear in the eyes of the recorder, until they exceed the recorder's field of vision and extend into the distance that cannot be seen.

However, at this moment, the recorder's vision suddenly darkened, and it could not be said that the recorder was blind, it should be said that the whole world suddenly became night, and countless black enemies appeared under the cover of the night, and there were countless and there was no limit to the sight.

After that, the recorder's vision is tilted and disappears.

Suddenly, the spiritual consciousness was withdrawn from the world of murals, and Song Wanhua stood in place in a daze, a little confused for a moment which side was reality.

"This civilization has been attacked by the world behind the dimensional rift. ”

The sound next to her ears flickered far and near, until she felt someone patting on her shoulder, Song Wanhua gasped as if she had just woken up from a dream, and finally recovered from that scene.

finally understood Lin Xiaoqiang's words, Song Wanhua looked at Lin Xiaoqiang in confusion, "I... I haven't seen a dimensional rift appear. ”

"The recorder's vision is not visible, but someone has drawn the dimensional rift. Lin Xiaoqiang pointed to a stone mural on the wall.

"Look here, does this crack look like the one we saw before?"