"Look at the third one. Feng Yao had already turned to the third mural at this moment, and she still instinctively rejected the bloody scene of the previous corpse mountain and sea of blood.

I saw that on the third mural, it was depicted like a fairy place far away from the world, a young man in a long robe stood under a tall pine and cypress tree with his hands behind his back and looked at the mountains in the distance, and behind him, there was a woman in a fairy cloud robe, holding a three-foot long sword, straight at the back of the young man's heart, as if he was going to make his blood splash on the spot in the next second.

"It seems that this painting should be the place where Emperor Jin Jing Wu cultivated, and who is this woman, how can she appear in the mural of Emperor Jin Jing Wu... It seems that they must have a lot of connection. I don't know, I guess it may be the enemy. ”

"I don't think so, if it's an enemy, Emperor Jin Jingwu won't leave his back to her, I don't think these two should be enemies, maybe they love and kill each other. Feng Yao immediately refuted Mo Han, in terms of the relationship between men and women, women still need to be more delicate.

"I agree, and besides, don't you think the two people on this mural are very compatible in terms of appearance and height? Xiao Yu looked at the long shirt worn by the two people in the mural, and found that there was a shallow trace on its back, which seemed to be a text. "Sister, take a good look, what does this word mean?" Xiao Yu pointed to the trace and summoned Feng Yao to come closer to check.

"Childe, the nick is too shallow, and I can't confirm what it is, but... From the outline, it looks like a ridiculous word. ”

"Desolate, Great Desolate Sect?" Xiao Yu didn't want to blurt out.

"Impossible, the Great Wilderness Sect has only been eight or nine hundred years since the establishment of the sect, maybe it is an ancient sect. "For the history of the Dongyu Continent, Mo Han still has a lot of say.

"There are so many mysteries, let's look back. Xiao Yu took another step to the side and came to the fourth mural.

In this mural, Emperor Jin Jingwu is covered in blood. Holding a girl in both hands, but looking at her, I'm afraid she's been dead for a long time. Emperor Jin Jingwu looked up to the sky and roared, expressing his grief. At this time, his eyes saw the familiar scarlet color again. The ghost-headed broadsword was stuck diagonally in front of his left, and there was faint blood flowing from the blade. Looking at the background at this time, it has changed from the tranquil elegance in the previous paintings to a picture of smoke and flames, and there are still many people fighting for their lives.

"You see, the woman in this painting does not look the same as the previous one. Xiao Yu saw a woman appear in both murals, so he asked Feng Yao and Mo Han what they thought.

"Well, it's true, even the clothes are the same, it seems that Emperor Jin Jing Wu definitely loves this woman. Feng Yao's sensibility really hit the nail on the head in analyzing the affairs of men and women.

"Hey, have you found it, as long as there is a bloody fight, the eyes of this Golden Jing Martial Emperor are scarlet. Mo Han also found that this mural is the same as the previous one.

"Yes, I don't know if it's the reason for the magic work, if only I could know the sect represented by this ridiculous word. Xiao Yu was still struggling with the sect with the absurd characters, and he also wanted to start from here to understand the life of Emperor Jin Jingwu.

"A love and hatred of blood and fire, I heard my mother say that before the unification of the Dongyu League, there were many sects and countries on this road, and there would be bloody battles to destroy the sect and destroy the country almost every day, and what was described in this mural was just an ordinary war. Feng Yao sighed at the war thousands of years ago, and also cherished the current peace.

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The fifth mural is a bit bleak.

A thatched house, a small fishing boat, Emperor Jin Jingwu has a cloak of hair, the long hair under his cheeks has grown to his chest, the ghost head and big knife that accompanied him have disappeared, and the long robe he wears is no longer the previous golden silk and jade wisps, but an ordinary gray linen coarse coat that can no longer be ordinary. I saw him kneeling in front of the desk and stroking the piano with both hands, and a sad breath arose. Not far from the thatched hut, a simple tomb stood abruptly, and a few words that Xiao Yu did not recognize were engraved on one of the tombstones.

"The tomb of my wife Jingyi. "Feng Yao is the only person here who knows ancient characters, so she took over the translation work as a matter of course.

"It seems that the death of his wife touched him very much. Xiao Yu sighed, I don't know if this kind of thing is put on him how much it will be compared to this Golden Jing Martial Emperor, maybe he won't be able to jump out of this sadness.

"This seems to be a story with the previous mural, and it is still a love story. Let's keep looking down and maybe find any more clues. Xiao Yu said.

On the sixth mural, Emperor Jin Jingwu is alone in a flame, and there is a golden bow lying in the deepest part of the flame, with exquisite carvings on the five-foot bow body, and the bowstring is sharp and faintly flashes of brilliance. And Emperor Jin Jingwu put one hand on his waist, and the five fingers of one hand opened and grabbed the golden bow. At this time, his body was surrounded by black gas, standing there like a demon king, but since only his back was depicted, Xiao Yu and the three of them could not know whether his eyes were still scarlet at this time.

"Looks like he's got another magic weapon. Xiao Yu said with emotion, what can be carved in the mural by Emperor Jin Jingwu must be something of great significance to him, and this bow must be extraordinary.

"I think he's already deep in the devil, or he can't be so demonic. ”

"Let's see if this black demonic aura is the same color as the meteor in the first mural. ”

"Really, does his magic have anything to do with that meteor?"

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The things depicted in the seventh mural have become confusing again.

This is another scene of fighting, Emperor Jin Jingwu is still scarlet in his eyes, and he is still wearing the long robe embroidered with absurd characters on the back, but this time he did not use a knife, but pulled the golden bow full, and there was an arrow on the bow that seemed to be composed of spiritual power, aiming at a person on the opposite mountain, and this person was fluttering, not feeling like an entity, but his body was full of demonic energy.

"Which of these two people is Emperor Jin Jing Wu, one is holding a bow, and the other is full of demonic energy, both of which should be what Emperor Jin Jing Wu himself should have. Mo Han said.

"Indeed, does that meteor also have something to do with this person? Xiao Yu was already confused by this dark color, and he couldn't analyze the reason.

However, at this time, Feng Yao was silent, pondering what she was thinking.

"Go on, the last one, and hopefully there will be an answer. ”