Woo woo, the roar of the water turtle filled hundreds of miles, as if an order, triggering countless responses, the demon clan is no better than a monk, passing the order is good for the demon clan of the fourth and fifth orders, the spirit is not low, and naturally understands the meaning of the high-level clansmen, but those low-level demon beasts can only rely on layers of suppression, expulsion, and even deterrence to work.

The monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant naturally would not slack off, his mana was running, and he spoke loudly: "The monk of the sect obeys the order, protects himself, immediately retreats a hundred zhang, and prohibits the pursuit and killing." "

At the same time, the rest of the Yuan Infant Ancestors took action one after another to rescue some disciples who were really trapped in the demon siege, although it was not to be killed directly, but to save their own disciples, it was inevitable to shoot and damage some low-level demon beasts.

"Hmph!" Seeing the Terran monks make a move, the only few sixth-order demon clans of the demon clan are helpless, they are naturally not interested in doing this kind of thing, no matter what kind of talented seedlings of the demon clan below, let them go to the rescue, but it is impossible, they are used to growing up independently, and they are more adapted to the difficulty, but the survival ability of the demon clan is undoubtedly much stronger than that of the human race. And relying on the huge number to damage some low-level demon beasts, it is insignificant at all, as long as it is not a large area of damage, they will not care.

After all, there are too many demon beasts, even at his age, he has never encountered such a terrifying scene, the monk's cultivation is powerful, most of the demon beasts are indeed very easy to kill, but in the face of this number, even if there is a battle array support, it may not be able to be well prepared, not to mention that under the melee, the more time passes, the monk's shortcomings are increasing, spiritual reserves, spirit, will, not to mention fighting with a group of stupid demon beasts who only know how to kill, it is a brainless act in itself, so it is natural to end it as soon as possible。

In the deep and wide hall, Zhou Hao raised his eyes and looked around, to say that the building, Zhou Hao has also seen a lot, especially this road rush, majestic, brilliant, simple, but never carefully pondered, for him, the role of the house, no matter the size, luxury and simple, has only one function, that is, shelter from the wind and rain, for living.

And the hall in front of me doesn't know if it's an illusion, can't be cracked, and can only look for clues, this seems to be a place for worship, the ground is scattered with some broken mats, it seems that before the master left, because of some kind of panic, resulting in a mess everywhere, but the years have passed, these traces are still maintained.

In the inner hall, it was not a pane, but a completely integrated wall, and Zhou Hao's eyes suddenly fell on it, and he could no longer move away.

Although the walls seem to be the same as the main hall of the room, if you look closely, you will find that these walls are not original, but later embedded in them, and it is clear that these were also moved from nowhere.

What attracted Zhou Hao's attention was the pictures on the wall, to be precise, those carvings, although incomplete and dilapidated, could still be clearly distinguished, the starry sky, the double sun, and the earth.

On the whole wall, isn't it the same picture that used to appear in dreams? It's just that it's too mutilated, and a lot of it is missing, such as those scenes that used to fight outside the territory, and there are few hideous monsters outside the territory.

These are enough to make Zhou Hao feel magical, and obviously this is not all, except for the dozens of feet on the wall, the scenes depicted are just decorations, but the real theme is a human figure.

The first humanoid picture is a young man, full of energy, with a heavy sword in his hand, and a seal on his feet, which seems to be extremely difficult, but there is no melancholy on his face, as if he has walked out of the barrenness, a huge city in front of him, but Zhou Hao can never see the scene of the giant city.

In the second picture, the young man is standing in the center of the giant city, at this time, he has become a lot more mature, revealing a little domineering, and his outfit is no longer shabby, and he is extravagant.

In the third picture, a woman, standing on the side of the middle-aged man, the man with a heavy sword, is in the bag, wrapped in a layer of cover, and the giant city at the foot of the eye, in the eyes of the man, has lost its power, it seems that it is not as good as the woman next to him, looking at the woman, Zhou Hao's heart throbbed, and he couldn't help but feel a little eager.

In the fourth picture, the style of painting changes abruptly, the man is covered in blood, his face is distorted, the woman in his arms seems to be asleep, her face is pale, there is little hair left, and in her eyes that refuses to close, there is an empty cradle not far away.

Seeing this, Zhou Hao unconsciously wet his eyes with tears, that pale face, the love in his eyes, the heartbreaking reluctance, and his heart became more and more painful.

The fifth, the sixth, frame by frame, finally, the picture is frozen in the eighteenth, but obviously, this painting has long been incomplete, during which several paintings only have scars and leaves, and the painted human form cannot be seen at all, so Zhou Hao cannot see the complete ending.

In the silent hall, there was only the sound of Zhou Hao's slightly heavy breathing, and after a long time, Zhou Hao carefully explored the inside and outside of the hall again, but found nothing else, took a deep look at those pictures, turned around, and left the hall.

It's not that Zhou Hao doesn't want to repeat his old tricks, so he collected those walls along with the murals, firstly, he didn't want to blaspheme that feeling, and secondly, he couldn't, while walking, he accidentally touched a mat, which was obviously not made of vulgar things, just under Zhou Hao's feet, it instantly generated flying ashes, and not even a trace of it existed.

Zhou Hao didn't dare to try, although he didn't know who wrote this mural, he didn't know the reason, and he didn't know its significance, but Zhou Hao just didn't want to give up, he couldn't bear it, he wouldn't forgive himself for a little damage, it was better to stay than that.

Turning to leave, Zhou Hao did not look back, but after he left, he didn't notice that the dusty mat reappeared, and on the mottled wall, one after another figures dissipated, and then twisted and strange words appeared.

The silk kept flowing, the color of blood, mixed with countless roars, constantly rushing and roaring, and even trying to break through, but it was always firmly imprisoned on the wall and could not be separated.

"Hoo ......"

Leaving the main hall, Zhou Hao breathed a long sigh of relief, his eyes were full of tiredness and joy, and he was also relieved, although he didn't get any chance, but he was not angry.

Looking up, sure enough, there was a long straight path ahead, just under your feet, and I don't know where it leads!

Without hesitation, Zhou Hao walked straight forward, at this time, he was dual-minded, while being vigilant around, on the other hand, it was directly descending on the dantian world, a hill, instantly changed by Zhou Hao, a rock wall dozens of zhang long was instantly formed, and then, a catalogue began to emerge, not much time, eighteen graphics, it jumped on the paper, but as long as Zhou Hao did not die, these scenery will last forever.