At the base of the giant coffin, covered with blue-green patina, the majestic mural is carved with major events in the evolution of this world.

And the only audience at this moment was Luoyang alone, and in his eyes, he saw that the old Xuanwu spit out a round black egg, and the body of this egg was covered with all kinds of wonderful patterns, like a magical vine intertwining and clinging to it.

The egg fell to the ground, and the other leaders of the divine beasts all gathered around, and several pairs of different big eyes showed the same look, the kind of feeling that humans call greed.

Luoyang was even more curious about the origin of this egg, which could cause a battle among several divine beast clans, and even did not hesitate to launch a team battle to exterminate the clan. It must be known that these few divine beast races were well-deserved overlords in the mountain and sea realm at that stage, and it must be a great thing to be able to let them fight and even exterminate the dead race.

In the next mural, the Xuanwu clan has been excluded from the battlefield, and the other three clans are fighting for the black dome.

Old Xuanwu didn't cherish this treasure, let them snatch it, their Xuanwu clan no longer had the capital to fight, and it didn't turn back with the remaining remnants of the army to leave here and swim to the distant coast.

And the next mural wounds the other three clans have already fought in a heap, and the three clans can fly, so the sky is the main battlefield.

For a while, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and the energy of various attributes collided with each other, turning the sky into a colorful world, which was much more beautiful than setting off fireworks.

At first, the Qinglong clan could barely fight with the Vermilion Bird White Tiger, but the more they got hurt in the back, many of the Qinglong were injured by lightning or fire and fell into the sea.

The main thing is that their flight speed is too slow, they are live targets in the sky, the white tiger thunder wings flutter, and they can dodge the attack of the green dragon in an instant, not to mention the Vermilion Bird, they themselves are known for their speed, and they quickly cross the sky like red meteors, which dazzle the other two races.

In the sky, the Vermilion Bird took the lead, this is their home field, the White Tiger can barely fight with the Vermilion Bird, the green dragon is a live target, and it is not good to be bullied by the White Tiger and the Vermilion Bird, and finally the green dragon saw that the situation was not right and all went into the sea.

In the sea, even the flame of the Vermilion Bird and the heavenly thunder of the White Tiger are of no use, so the green dragon hides in the sea and occasionally raises its dragon head to suck in a large mouthful of seawater, creating a huge whirlpool in the sea, and then spews out to the sky when the opportunity comes.

One after another water arrows broke through the sea, some were blocked by the flames of the Vermilion Bird and evaporated, and some hit the white tiger and caused it a lot of damage, not to mention that this kind of eagle b tactic is really okay, the white tiger clan was miserable by them.

Their electricity was of little use to the sea, and they were beaten all over the place, and there was no cover to dodge, and in the end, the White Tiger Clan could only fly away in disgrace.

This result was not expected by Luoyang, the white tiger who was the main killer was actually withdrawn, and the rest was the battle between Lao Yin B Qinglong and the Vermilion Bird clan.

Huge water arrows shot through the air towards the Suzaku, some of them were evaporated by the flames around their bodies as soon as they touched the body of the Suzaku, and some of them condensed through the clouds and rained down one after another, and the world was pouring rain for a while.

The Qinglong clan took away the White Tiger clan, but they were naturally restrained by the Vermilion Bird, and the general energy could not hit them, but the water arrow could occasionally hit, but there was no harm at all.

The countless green dragons of Qi shook their heads and tails in the sea, setting off huge waves that flooded a large area of land on the shore.

The Suzaku clan could not do any harm to the green dragon hiding in the sea, and finally let out a loud cry. As the leader, one of the Suzaku with a colorful tail took the black giant egg in its mouth and flew back to their base camp with the lead, while the rest of the Suzaku protected it in the middle and flew away with the roar of the green dragon.

This matter finally came to an end, and Luo Yang guessed in his heart whether the black egg would be an evil demon outside the sky? Because the pattern on that egg was too similar to the pattern of the Mo Luo he had refined in Fengming Mountain before.

He flew up patiently to see what was going on.

The mural below does not depict what happened after the Suzaku clan brought back the black egg, but the other three people.

The three of them slowly fell from a white hole in the sky, the hole was dark and mysterious, as if it was a spatial passage, and after the three of them fell, the spatial passage was closed.

The three of them were all men, an old man wearing a Taoist crown and a cyan gossip robe, holding a handful of dust in his hand, obviously a Taoist person.

The other two are tall and short, fat and short, the tall one is thin and the short one is fat.

Both of them were wearing monk's robes, and their heads were bare, but there were no ring scars on their heads. Seeing that they were all clasping their hands when they opened their mouths, it was obvious that these were two monks.

Since it was just a mural, Luoyang didn't know what a few people said, and after a few murals, the three of them scattered and flew away, as if they were looking for something, Luoyang secretly guessed that he might be looking for the black egg.

The Taoist left first, he first came to a large coast, which was the place of the Qinglong Xuanwu War, he held a compass in his hand to find the direction, and finally came to the location where the Xuanwu clan moved.

Now the Xuanwu clan is withered, and there are not many Xuanwu left, and they build nests and dig holes and arrange their homes under the leadership of the old patriarch.

Fortunately, there are no other races to trouble them, Xuanwu is gentle by nature, and there are not too many wrongs with other races, this time it is a crime, which leads to unprovoked killing.

The Taoist in a cyan robe came to Xuanwu's territory, only standing in the sky and not moving, for some reason the old Xuanwu actually came to his feet and took the initiative to hump him up.

The Taoist sat cross-legged on the back of the old Xuanwu, and he didn't know what to say when he opened his mouth, and the old Xuanwu looked at the group behind him and opened his mouth.

In the end, Lao Dao nodded, and Lao Xuanwu carried him on his back and flew up slowly. Luoyang was surprised, it turned out that Xuanwu also had the ability to fly.

The old Xuanwu who was slowly flying up stopped in mid-air, and the old road on its back flicked the dust and a flash of brilliance, and many Xuanwu that were originally below disappeared along with the land.

Luoyang was shocked, at least tens of thousands of square kilometers of land disappeared in an instant, and this method was a little too shocking.

In the next picture, I saw the weirdest scene, Luoyang actually saw the Taoist on the back of the old Xuanwu grinning at him, yes, grinning.

Luoyang people are stupid, this is not a cartoon, you are an old man on the painting will actually open his mouth to look at the people outside the painting and laugh, it is really weird.

Luoyang didn't dare to look at it more, lest he have nightmares, this scene reminded him of a beautiful woman named Sadako he had seen before, and his scalp was numb in an instant.

He quickly looked at the next mural, this one was much more normal. The two bald monks were holding a bowl in their hands, and their eyes were looking at the bowl, as if there was a picture in the bowl, did they not know if Luoyang couldn't see it anyway.

Then they also separated, and the fat monk dived into the depths of the sea where the Qinglong clan lived.

There is no magnificent dragon palace here, and there is no beautiful and cute dragon girl, but a secluded and terrifying underwater world.

Tens of thousands of meters above sea level, a green dragon swam here, and everywhere was pitch black, with the occasional glowing strange creature emitting a hint of green or blue.

Some of the wounded dragons coiled their huge bodies around the reef, and the dense mass of small fish shuttled through their wounds, eating the carrion from their wounded parts.

A chubby monk dived into the water at an extraordinary speed, and in the second mural, he had come to the 100,000-meter deep sea where the green dragon lived.

He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, his hands were folded in a compassionate gesture, and several green dragons instantly attacked him, biting or grabbing and so on.

He shook his head slightly and stretched out his short and thick index finger, and in an instant, the space was condensed, and all the green dragons were frozen in place.

The fat monk stretched out the golden bowl in his hand, and with another finger, a green dragon was instantly made smaller and flew into his golden bowl, he smiled with satisfaction, the fat on his face was squeezed together, and he left the bottom of the sea in an instant.

Then the next mural does not tell about him, but about the tall and thin monk, who flew directly into a vast forest according to the guidance of the golden bowl in his hand.

The giant trees here are lush and green, there are all kinds of wild flowers and strange beasts, and he landed in the forest and walked slowly into the forest with his bare feet.

In the next mural, he came to a magical place, where the trees were fiery red and even taller, and the central one could only be seen in half, and the top half had entered the clouds, and it was impossible to guess how tall it was.

Luoyang guessed that this should be the legendary sycamore tree, but Suzaku also lives in the sycamore tree? Luoyang was a little confused.

He then flew up to look at the mural, in which the tall and thin monk stood under a giant tree, his hands folded and his mouth open, not knowing what to say.

I saw several Vermilion Birds flying down and circling around him, and the big phoenix eyes showed a humanized curiosity.

This mural is relatively peaceful, but when it comes to the next mural, there is a big reversal, and the picture has completely changed.

The whole mural is completely black, a huge black vine emerges from the ground of the forest, and as soon as it emerges, some tendrils wrap around the trunk of the plane tree in the center, sucking the nutrients of the plane tree.

It harmed the habitat of the Vermilion Bird, how could the Vermilion Bird endure it, and they all spread their wings and sprayed the hot Suzaku Divine Fire along the black vine. And the tall and thin monk in the monk's robe just stood and watched from a distance, without the slightest intention of making a move.

Sure enough, it still had some effect, and Suzaku spat out the divine fire and instantly burned those black vines to black ashes. However, a new black vine instantly pierced through the ground, wrapping the sycamore tree again, and the Suzaku burned it to ashes.

After repeating a few murals, the situation changed, and a black vine dozens of times thicker than the black vine in front of it actually drilled out of the heart of the plane tree, directly destroying the plane tree.

It seems that this thing has infiltrated the inside of the sycamore tree at some point, sucking up all the nutrients of the sycamore tree, and it has been attacking the trunk of the sycamore tree from the outside just to make a noise.

Luoyang sighed, he didn't expect this strange vine to be quite smart, thinking that this should be the first demon outside the sky.