After the Black Dragon Nine Sons were gone, Xia Qing and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The Wuyang Daoist still had a straight face, looking at Xia Qing and the others with cold eyes, without the slightest hint of gratitude.

Sure enough, it's a weirdo!

Xia Qing and the others glanced at each other, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

It was still the white demon who was the best at talking, and walked up delicately, "Senior, are you okay?"

"What's good, it's only half a cut left, don't you see?" Wuyang Daoist had a cold face, and his voice was also cold, not giving the white demon a little face. However, it has been a long time since he saw his wounds, and it is impossible for them to be left by the Black Dragon Nine Sons.

"Senior, what kind of place is this?"

The Qingniu City Lord came out of the round and looked around and frowned.

As soon as the Black Dragon Nine Sons walked on their front feet, the giant forest in the square all disappeared, reduced to a translucent mist, and was far away from everyone. But after a while, the mist spread, and faintly occupied the entire square, as if there was an inexhaustible Rakshasa soul, and there was an inexplicable danger in the air.

Wuyang Daoren's face changed suddenly, he turned around and left, walking towards Guanhai Tower, and seemed to have some worries or scruples in a hurry.

"Let's go, keep up!"

Xia Qing and the others glanced at each other and hurriedly followed. As soon as I walked into the Guanhai Building and closed the door, the overwhelming mist poured up like a tide and slapped the door of the Guanhai Building fiercely. Looking out of the window, the square was restored to its original state, turning into a sea of Rakshasa spirits.

Xia Qing turned his head and carefully looked at the Guanhai Tower.

Surprisingly, it was very simple inside, empty and almost empty, and there were ancient murals carved into the walls. The content of the murals is also varied, ranging from huge and magnificent wars, bizarre exotic spaces, and coherent cultivators who seem to record some exercises.

The White Demon and the Qingniu City Lord and others were also staring at the murals around them, wanting to learn some mysteries from them.

Wuyang Daoist didn't say a word, and walked to the second floor with a cold face.

"Let's go!"

Xia Qing quickly followed, and the group followed behind the Wuyang Dao people.

Wuyang Daoist still didn't say anything, propped up his body with both hands, and walked up step by step.

Everyone also tacitly agreed not to speak, and looked secretly as they walked. Each floor of the Guanhai Tower is similar, empty and empty, but if you look closely, the murals on each floor seem to be very different. But where the specific difference is, Xia Qing couldn't see it for a while.

"Childe, the costumes of the characters on the mural are different on each layer, and they seem to describe different eras. The white demon was sharp-eyed and whispered a reminder in Xia Qing's ear.

Xia Qing's heart was suddenly reminded by the white demon, and he really found the point.

The contents of the murals are varied, but the murals on each floor and the costumes of the people are similar. The first layer, people's costumes are similar to now, and if you don't pay attention, you think they are people from somewhere in Zhongzhou; the second layer is different, people's costumes are obviously different, women wear Fengxia, men like to wear high crowns, such costumes Xia Qing has seen in the unearthed tombs, at least five or six hundred years of history.

The costumes on the third floor are more ancient, only a thousand years ago; the fourth layer, at least three thousand years old, the characters on the murals can walk in the air, each building has a unique aura, which seems to depict the era of the fairy kingdom; the fifth layer, there are more forms of creatures and exotic spaces on the murals, I am afraid that there are six or seven thousand years of history; the sixth layer, the most depicted is a variety of sacrificial scenes, some people knock down a mountain headlong, someone holds up a hundred thousand mountains with one hand, the age is even older, and many people have a word embroidered on their cuffs'Witch'.

"The fourth layer depicts the era of the Gu Immortal Kingdom. ”

"This sixth layer depicts the era of the Great Witch?"

Xia Qing's heart moved, and suddenly an amazing thought was born in his heart, and the more he looked at it, the more shocked he became. If this is the case, the murals in the Guanhai Building are too precious, recording not what customs and customs, but one era after another!

In front of a huge sacrificial picture, Xia Qing stopped.

In the picture, the mountains were inundated by a monstrous flood, leaving only a towering mountain peak above the water. The mountain peaks are like swords, giving people a murderous aura and coercion, and a giant with a snake face and body comes out of the water, shouting and soaring into the air, and crashes headlong into the towering peak. Killing, suppression, anger, all kinds of emotions surfaced in Xia Qing's heart.

For a moment, Xia Qing was in a trance, as if he was witnessing all this in the air, watching the human-faced snake-body giant crash head-on, and the giant's earth-shattering roar and the screams of the crowd sounded in his ears. Slowly, emotions such as slaughter and anger all disappeared, and Xia Qing was only left with deep tragedy in his heart.

"Childe, Childe......"

I don't know how long it took, Xia Qing heard the call of the white demon in his ears, and then he slowly woke up, and found that he had walked to the mural at some point, reaching out and gently touching the mural on the wall. I don't know if it was an illusion or what, but the sea on the mural seemed to be surging in earnest, and it took a while to regain calm.

Hallucination?

Or has it just been out of order and entered the age of the Great Witch recorded on the mural?

Xia Qing was surprised, a little unable to tell whether this was the real world or an illusion, and the familiar scene of exploring the Ethereal City inadvertently reappeared again. These five sheep Taoist temples are really weird!

"Childe, are you alright, Childe?"

The white demon called again, a little panicked, "Don't scare us, Childe ......"

"Little demon, I'm fine. ”

Xia Qing replied, his fingertips gently stroking the ancient mural, and then, slowly, retracting his hand. There are too many bizarre things in Wuzhou, and he doesn't understand what is going on for a while, but one thing is for sure, these murals are definitely not simple, and it is not too much to say that they are priceless!

The Wuyang Daoist also seemed to be a little surprised, turned to look at Xia Qing, and looked at him for a while before continuing to walk up.

This is already the sixth floor of the Guanhai Tower, which records the era of the Great Witch that is older than the Gu Immortal Kingdom; and then goes up, it is the last floor of the Guanhai Tower, what is recorded there?

Xia Qing had an inexplicable expectation, and no matter what danger there was, he strode to follow.

"Childe be careful!"

"Wait, be careful!"

The White Demon and Hai Beili shouted together and hurried to follow. Xia Qing's appearance just now seemed to be under the spell, which made people worry.

The Qingniu City Lord also became solemn and followed closely behind.

Many years ago, he also came to Wuyang Taoist Temple, more than once, but he had never seen such a strange and strange thing, and he always felt that Wuyang Taoist and Guanhailou were weird, and even contained inexplicable dangers.

The mist in the square rolled over, surging over like ocean waves, frantically lapping the towering sea viewing tower.