The Sharingan, the signature of the Hokage world, the descendant of the cursed Indra, and the blood inheritance limit of the Uchiha clan, appeared strangely on this mural at this time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

What exactly do these murals mean? Is it really telling a piece of history from the past? So why is there a writing wheel?

Is it just a coincidence, or does it have another meaning?

Just a simple transfer copy, still.

All kinds of conjectures came and went in Qin Hao's mind, and Qin Hao's mind buzzed as if it was about to explode.

"Did this space exist in this world in the first place, or did the system deliberately generate such a copy because of my existence?"

The head is as big as a bucket!

If it's just a pair of writing wheels, it can be regarded as a coincidence, it's just that he has a lot of heart, but with the coffin surrounded by chains under the writing wheels, Qin Hao really can't lie to himself that it's just a coincidence.

Although he only glanced at it a few times in his sleep and in his sleep, the strange and honorable appearance of the coffin was clearly remembered by Qin Hao in his heart.

Just one eye!

He recognized the coffin on the mural, and it pointed to the one in the sea of his knowledge.

Inexplicable intuition, weird intuition, terrifying intuition.

The first time, in fact, it was not the first time, but this time, Qin Hao began to truly realize a problem that he had always wanted to deliberately avoid.

"Is my existence real? Did I really come to this world because of that dog/day, that bullshit multiple choice question, is it really like winning the lottery? ”

"Does this world have anything to do with me?"

"Is the system really my 'gift', or is there some other purpose, or is there some hell of a connection to this world?"

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't think of a reason, the more I thought about it, the more I was puzzled, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt cold all over my body.

Conspiracy theorists always feel that everything that is unreasonable around them is a huge conspiracy, but this time, Qin Hao really hopes that all this is just his own heart.

With a long sigh of relief, Qin Hao forcibly suppressed these questions in his heart, and replaced them with a more urgent firmness: "To become stronger, as soon as possible, to become stronger by various means!" ”

Whether he is too careful or not, no matter what conspiracy there is, he doesn't know the answer now, the only thing he can control is himself, make himself strong, and always make the most correct choice when he doesn't know the direction.

"So, complete the job transfer first!"

Qin Hao put away his writing wheel eyes, moved his slightly stiff limbs slightly, and walked gently towards the entrance of the temple.

The entrance to the temple was a rectangular opening protruding forward, 20 meters long and 15 meters high, and there was no one guarding it, or the sentries guarding it had been killed by Qin Hao; There is also no huge stone gate, because the stone gate has long been destroyed.

Qin Hao quietly poked out his head and looked into the temple, where the two huge stone doors were lying on the ground in tatters, bent and concave inside, they should have been blown away by a huge force.

The temple was littered with crumbling stone statues, sculptures, rubble, and the remains of armor and armor that had long since been reduced to a skeletal shelf.

"No one?"

Qin Hao muttered in his heart, raised his feet and stepped into the temple, and suddenly, a gust of wind blew, splashing up sand and dust on the ground.

The wind is very gentle, but Qin Hao's face has changed greatly, how many years have the wind not blew in the Commonwealth Forest, Qin Hao doesn't know, but he knows that this gust of wind is definitely not a good thing at this moment.

A sandstorm of sand, ashes, and dust, with a single breath, covered the entire palace with an incredible roar.

Qin Hao wanted to retreat, but found that he was restrained by an invisible force and couldn't move.

He struggled hard, and found that he couldn't break free from that invisible power at all, not only that, but his ninjutsu was useless at all, and the chakra in his body was also firmly bound, and he couldn't use the instantaneous technique.

His heart was shocked, drops of cold sweat oozed from Qin Hao's forehead, and in front of his eyes, some strange sounds came out of the sandstorm, as if it was the sound of Jin Ge's resonance, the sound of spell bombardment, and the sound of countless people talking and roaring.

Qin Hao's eyes widened, and he looked towards the sandstorm without blinking, carefully searching for the location where the voice came from.

Gradually, he saw some blurry images in the middle of the sandstorm.

This is a high mountain, the mountain is like a sharp blade, breaking through the sky, and at the top of the sky, there is a golden altar of 100 meters, which is the altar that Qin Hao saw in the mural.

Qin Hao's heart suddenly rose to his throat, his breathing became rapid, his eyes stared at the picture nervously, and he didn't dare to take half a step away from his gaze.

He had already understood that what he was seeing and hearing now might be some hallucination, a bit like a game's episodic animation.

The long river of fate, the ancient ancestors, the ancient prophecy is about to be fulfilled, the heavenly river is overturned, the forest of common words is no more, the fire of sin on the other side descends on the earth, storms, thunder, curses, blood through the black sun. Gu Yuan fell, and the heavens were closed."

Qin Hao pricked up his ears, held his breath, and listened to the intermittent sentences of the picture word by word, the voice was simple, vicissitudes, profound, but the intonation was extremely strange, it seemed to have a strange rhythm, like a sacrificial ballad.

In his sight, on the altar, was an old man dressed in a strange multicolored robe, covered with bells, holding a black stone staff in his hand, chanting strange songs in his mouth, and stepping on the altar with his feet on a strange and mysterious step, as fast as lightning.

After a while, the altar was full of afterimages, Qin Hao couldn't see where the old man's body was, only a black stone staff, rising into the sky and going straight to the sky.

"Respect the heavens, worship the gods, worship the ancestors!"

Before the words fell, the wooden staff in the sky suddenly shattered, turning into a little starlight, illuminating the entire earth, and in the center of the altar, where there was nothing before, a golden long sword slowly condensed.

This sword is hundreds of zhang high, thousands of zhang, ten thousand zhang. Millions.

Sword of the Empire!

Qin Hao stared at this heavy sword body, getting longer and higher, and he really had a feeling of wanting to pierce the sky, inexplicably, he had a feeling of shock in his heart, and there was a faint expectation in the deepest part of the shock.

Expect this sword to pierce the sky!

But even he didn't realize that this expectation was not because of this sword, but after the sky was pierced.

How high is the sky!

The sword is as long as it is!

A golden light shot out from the sword, and in an instant, it was like a sun, shining every inch of the entire world.

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