Hanging Dragon Island.

In the magnificent golden palace, ten giant dragons stood on each side, and the atmosphere in the main hall was a little tense.

The dragons representing the ten dragon clans, the ten top dragon powerhouses standing at the top of this world, gathered in one hall at this time.

"Is the message coming back from the Twilight Forest reliable? Is there really a devil in this world? Lorenzo, the patriarch of the Flame Dragon Clan, asked loudly with fire in his mouth, his tone full of disbelief.

"Irina used the light to destroy the evil that possessed the son of Isaiah, and purified it into nothingness with him, which is what everyone at the scene saw.

There were many doubts about the massacre of the Eba tribe back then, and we also found the evil aura in the traces left at the scene, so we did not execute Rex, but imprisoned him in Basti Prison.

If it is true as Rex said, the devil's tentacles may have reached out into this world, and we know nothing about it, or about them. Douglas's cold voice sounded, and the hot air suddenly became much colder.

"Our dragon clan is the most powerful race in this heaven and earth, and we are born to be the king of the sky, even if the devil really exists, what is there to be afraid of." The Great Elder of the Amethyst Dragon Clan, Eustace, who was covered in lilac amethyst scale armor, smiled with some disdain: "It's really ridiculous to gather the ten great dragon clans together for such a trivial matter, right?" ”

"I also asked the Titans King to fight, if there is nothing else, I'll leave first." Isaiah, the patriarch of the Tyrannosaurus Dragon, suddenly got up and was about to turn around and walk towards the outside of the main hall.

"If there really is a devil in this world, I am afraid that this matter is not as simple as we imagined." At this moment, the Golden Dragon Patriarch, who had been silent, said in a deep voice: "I found a huge mural in the forbidden tomb of the Golden Dragon Island, left by our ancestors, I haven't understood what it wants to express for many years, but today I should take you to see it." ”

"The frescoes left by the ancestors?" The dragons were all a little surprised when they heard this, and even Louis, who was about to walk to the door, stopped.

The dragon's long life meant that they didn't need to rely on words and murals to leave any traces, and there was enough time for them to pass on their legacy.

But on the Golden Dragon Island, which is the birthplace of the dragon clan, there are murals left by the ancestors, and Louis, who is the oldest and most knowledgeable among the dragons, can't understand it, which can't help but make the dragons a little interested.

"Let's go." Louis got up, flapped his wings, and disappeared into the hall.

The dragons also departed.

A moment later, the dragons appeared in a dark and huge crypt, and a huge mural with a length of a thousand meters and a width of more than five hundred meters appeared in front of them.

It's a grand undertaking that only a dragon can accomplish.

Even the leaders of the dragon clans were a little surprised to see such a grand mural underground.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a mural under the underground of the Golden Dragon Clan, but what are the paintings?" Loren opened his mouth and spat out a string of fireballs, which flew out and hovered in front of the mural at intervals of a hundred meters.

The panorama of this magnificent mural hidden deep underground is truly unfolding in front of everyone.

It's chaos.

All that came into view was a chaotic scene.

It's a complete painting, with countless races appearing, as well as countless eerie images.

Dragons are biting and killing each other; The forest troll twisted off his companion's head, still biting half of the elf in his mouth; Scarlet-eyed goblins ride orcs and chase a frenzy of monkeys; The endless sea was stained red with blood, and the corpses of dense demons floated on the surface of the sea, being frantically bitten and eaten by a group of terrible-looking fish; There are also races they have never seen before who are frantically killing and slaughtering other races......

And in the center of the whole mural, a huge unspeakable object like a hill is outlined with gray-black paint, and the dragon is as small as a mosquito in front of it, and countless tentacles peek out from under the hexagonal seal that pressed on top of its head, and those tentacles are covered with scarlet eyes, flashing with a strange light, as if they are about to break through the seal.

All the dragon bosses looked at this scene, and their faces changed slightly.

"This ...... What is this thing?! Loren, who was standing directly in front of the indescribable object, subconsciously took a step back.

The weird and impactful picture made all the dragons a little shocked.

"If there is an unknown and terrible devil in this world, it may be so." Louis stepped forward and said in a calm voice: "The age of this mural is even older than the time when our dragon clan has recorded and passed it down, and this time is counted in 10,000 years, but in the inheritance of our dragon clan, there is not the slightest bit about the content of this mural, so I once thought that this was the imaginary work of one of our ancestors." ”

"Various races are fighting each other, and even killing each other among the same race, is it really a record of a race war in ancient times?" Eustace asked with a frown.

"No, it's more like the scene described by Rex where the Eba tribe killed each other after being controlled by the devil." Douglas looked at the mural with a solemn face, and said in a heavy voice: "Race wars are not like this, dragons will not attack their own kind like crazy, no race will attack their own kind so madly, and elves cannot do so. ”

"Isn't this just a mural, so nervous about what to do?" Isaiah pursed his lips and smiled, "Maybe one of our ancestors was idle and deliberately drew something to scare us." ”

"No, I think Douglas is right, this mural should be a warning from our ancestors, I only discovered this hidden crypt and the only mural in the crypt when there was a vision in the ground three years ago. In just the past three years, there has been a suspicious presence of demons in the Twilight Forest, and there must be an inseparable relationship between the two. Louis stepped forward, his golden eyes staring at the indescribable object with a huge octopus head, but also a human body and huge wings, "This guy, I am afraid that it was sealed somewhere by our ancestors back then, and now, it has begun to stretch out its tentacles and influence our world." ”

"How is that possible! You say this mural has existed for tens of thousands of years, what can live that long? Even we dragons only live for 3,000 years. Lorenzo questioned.

"Look at the line in the corner." Louis's golden gaze fell into the corner.

There was a line written in the dragon language of the sake there.

"It is not necessarily death that sleeps forever......," Loren read in a trembling voice.