Luoyang looked at the murals carved in the bronze hall with relish, he felt that he was about to understand the truth of this world, and this feeling made his heart extremely excited, just like the excitement of seeing Detective Conan discover the murderer in his previous life.

The black magic vines in the mural were overwhelming, stirring up half of the plane tree whose branches were deep into the sky.

For a time, the dust filled the sky, and the fragments of the plane trees were larger than the mountains, and they collapsed from the sky and overwhelmed the forest below for hundreds of miles.

The rosefinches that originally inhabited the plane tree were all startled and scurryed all over the sky, many of them were closing their eyes and pretending to sleep, enjoying the taste of the breeze, who would have thought that suddenly their homes that had lived for tens of thousands of years would collapse and catch them off guard.

Originally, there was a big bird's nest on the top of the top of the ancient plane tree, where the leader of the Suzaku clan lived, it was an old Vermilion Bird that lived for tens of thousands of years, and in the first few murals, it also led a group of Vermilion Bird Divine Birds to fight the rest of the three clans.

In that battle, it snatched the black giant egg from the mouth of the Blue Dragon Clan, and at that time it had gorgeous feathers and was surrounded by divine fire.

And in the mural seen in Luoyang now, its feathers are now dark yellow, the Vermilion Bird Divine Fire has disappeared, and there is a big black hole on the bird's head, on which some dark red liquid flows, as if something has penetrated the skull, ending its proud and great life.

Luoyang contacted the first few pictures without thinking about it, and knew that it must have been done by the black vine, but he didn't expect that the things that were fought over by several divine beast races ended up killing it, and the home it inhabited was also destroyed. This can really be regarded as self-defeating, and I don't know if the other clans would be a little glad if they knew about this result.

The next mural is the divine fire in the sky against the waving magic vine, the magic vine is like a huge divine snake shuttling through the sky, its speed is a few points faster than lightning, and from time to time it takes the life of a red bird.

Unexpectedly, the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast, which was famous for its speed, would be suppressed by another species on speed, and not only speed, but this magic vine became stronger and stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Every other mural it is a little bigger, and the Vermilion Bird in the sky is becoming less and less, and the magic vine easily penetrates the Vermilion Bird's body protection divine fire and even wears the body of the Vermilion Bird through the heart, this picture can't help but remind Luoyang of the scene of roasting chicken with iron skewers.

Luo Yang frowned when he saw it, can someone really seal it with such a tough guy? He was anxious about the outcome, so he looked at it more quickly.

In the next mural, the Suzaku clan is basically dead, and the last two Suzaku are left flying away with an egg in their mouths, and the black vine does not want them to leave, and chases them like a sword and a needle.

Seeing that the last two Vermilion Birds were also going to die, the tall and thin monk under the tree finally made a move at the last moment, he stretched out his right hand and quickly slapped a palm, and a golden swastika came out of his palm, turning the pursuing demon vine into ashes and saving the two Vermilion Birds.

The two Suzaku were able to escape, and finally retained the last bit of blood, otherwise the Suzaku clan would be wiped out, unless there were still Suzaku left outside.

Luoyang breathed a sigh of relief, after all, it was a legendary divine bird, and it would be a pity if it was exterminated by monsters.

He then looked up, and in the next mural, the forest where the Suzaku clan lived no longer existed, and what remained was a sea of black vines as dense as a snake's nest.

The completely dark earth was covered with black vines, and these vines were entangled with each other to form a large black tree, which had no branches and no leaves, like a black spire rising more and more to the sky, which meant to pierce the sky.

And on the periphery of the sea of vines was a sea, and the black vines began to spread into the sea, and all living things that belonged to the black shrouded in black were wiped out, and all that was left was chilling black.

Luoyang flipped through several pictures in a row, and finally saw that the tall and thin monk who had come to this forest began to confront the black vines, and the monk stopped in mid-air and looked at the black vine sea from afar.

Fuji Hai gradually condensed a black head, this head has no facial features, can only vaguely feel that it is a head, the huge head opened its mouth and didn't know what it was talking about, and the tall and thin monk was also opening his mouth to speak.

Several murals are the two of them talking, but unfortunately Luoyang, who has no annotation or anything, doesn't know what bird language they are talking about, so he can only look over to see what is happening behind.

The next mural finally started fighting, the tall and thin monk threw out a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and the Buddhist beads grew into a meteorite in the wind, all burning into golden flames, connected into a circle of fire tens of thousands of miles wide.

The circle of fire fell to the ground and enclosed the entire sea of vines, so that it had nowhere to escape, and it was also miraculous, the originally indestructible black vine could not penetrate the ring of fire that this string of Buddhist beads had turned into, as long as the vines that touched the circle of fire all turned into ashes, and even the head condensed by the sea of vines was somewhat deformed.

Luo Yang nodded, he couldn't see that this monk still had some means, but he didn't know why he didn't make a move in front of him, if he had made a move earlier, the Vermilion Bird clan would not have suffered so many casualties.

The thoughts of these masters are not something that ordinary people can guess, and maybe the Vermilion Bird, which is regarded as a sacred bird in Luoyang, is also regarded as an ant in the eyes of tall and thin monks.

The demon vine surrounded by the ring of fire flipped faster, and it broke through even higher into the sky, and Luo Yang guessed that it wanted to escape from the circle of fire.

It's a pity that Luoyang guessed wrong, this monster didn't want to escape at all, and its entangled trees actually grew a few red leaves at the top of the tree.

After more than a dozen murals in a row, a purple flower bone appeared on the leaf, and the more Luoyang looked at it, the more he couldn't guess what this magic vine wanted to do.

You are a vine, hey, you learn from others to bloom chicken feathers, can you still give birth to a person? Luoyang complained in his heart, has this thing given up resistance? Want to get through with beauty?

The next picture made Luoyang dumbfounded, and there were a lot of mosaics in it, which minors were not allowed to watch.

A girl with a very good figure ripped the bud out of the flower bone and walked out, which Luoyang did not expect.

According to common sense, shouldn't it be a flower bud slowly blooming, and then a beautiful flower fairy slowly standing up from it, and even dancing a beautiful dance like that.

Why are you so good, just tear off the buds and get out by yourself, as if the nurse who delivered the baby was outside and was about to shout cheers, and you suddenly came out by yourself.

Luoyang is also a little confused, if it weren't for the girl who came out of the bud without a strand and the capital was unusually strong, Luoyang would have started to complain.

The woman who jumped out of the bud did not look like a fairy, but was more beautiful than a fairy.

This woman's pink jade Rongling flower face, the face is like a peach blossom in March, bright red cherry mouth, corn and silver teeth in the mouth, a pair of autumn wave eyes, eyes Sailing apricot willow eyebrows, curved eyebrows like Jiang Xinyue, moon with Danzhu like spring mountain, mountain peaks and mountains white jade pillars, buttocks are tall and tall like jade mountains.

It was a bit insulting to say that it was ice muscle and jade bones, and as soon as she appeared in Luoyang, she felt that the whole world had changed, and there was nothing else in her heart except this woman.

All the beautiful words in the world can't explain her beauty, her appearance and posture can really shame all the beauties in the world, where has Luoyang seen this face, and this woman's whole body is not an inch, it is full of mosaics, Luoyang can't stand it, blood flows from her mouth, nose and ears without knowing it.

Suddenly, Luoyang's right hand moved by itself and grabbed him somewhere. Please don't get me wrong, it was Xuanwu on the back of his right hand who emitted a burst of golden light that drove Luoyang's hand to grab Luoyang's ear, pull it down hard, and directly pulled his ear more than an inch long.

Luoyang was screaming in pain at that time, and his mind also withdrew from the mural, he reached out and rubbed his ears only to find that there was blood flowing in his ears, and he touched his face, and his face was also full of blood.

Only then did he know the Tao, but he didn't expect that just a mural was so powerful, if it was in front of the witch, wouldn't he know how to die.

Luoyang secretly said that it was so dangerous, he looked at the Xuanwu in his right hand and found that it was still motionless. Luoyang touched its head lightly, and sighed in his heart, this time he was saved by Xuanwu again, this kindness is not great, and this time he has been saved by Xuanwu twice.

Then Luoyang was unwilling, and it was a pity to stop and not look at the murals. He didn't covet the witch's beauty, he felt a thorn in his heart when his thirst for knowledge was not satisfied.

In the end, he glanced at the next mural, but it was still the same painting, but the figure of the tall and thin monk was gone.

The woman in the painting is already dressed, a purple light veil, which only covers the important parts, but the rest of the snow white is looming, which is even more seductive.

Luoyang secretly sighed that it was a pity, a good monk died like this, it was a pity to die in the hands of this witch.

Luoyang looked at it again, this time the mural did not change, but the witch in the painting, who was as beautiful as a fairy, winked at him, so frightened that Luoyang quickly closed his eyes and did not look at her.

If he hits her trick again, Luoyang will die in minutes, and he won't have so much blood to shed. At the same time, Luoyang's heart is full of incredible, after at least 100,000 years, the things in a mural can actually move, which simply subverts Luoyang's cognition.

Fortunately, he could see the mural with his eyes closed, and this time he learned wisely and directly closed his eyes and used his spiritual eye to observe the mural inside the bronze coffin.

Luoyang didn't dare to look at the picture just now, for fear of what moths would be again, and what he was most afraid of was that the witch inside jumped out of the mural to get him.

He looked directly at the next mural, in which there was no longer the figure of a tall and thin monk, if he hadn't fled, it would have been cold.

Instead, there were two other people, a fat monk riding a green dragon and a Taoist sitting cross-legged on Xuanwu's back.

As Luoyang, who has been chasing dramas, recognized these two people at a glance, they were the other two of the three people who came out of the sky passage with the tall and thin monk before, and I don't know what the strength of these two is, whether they can withstand the witch's charm.