The land of the west, covered with snow. The ice fields are endless, and the blizzard like a swan's feather is mixed with the icy cold wind.

There is no trace of life here for hundreds of miles, ice and snow have destroyed all life, and the severe cold is no longer enough to describe the temperature at this time.

A team of people dragging their difficult steps and covered in animal skins was marching with difficulty.

This is a nomadic tribe that has migrated north, and this blizzard that can wipe out everything has taken the lives of most of the old and sick people in the tribe, and the rest of the strong are only surviving.

Perhaps it was a trick of fate, this tribe called Beirong has been grazing for the "Qin" kingdom that rules the northwest, although it is not rich, but life is comfortable, but a prince of the "Qin" kingdom fell in love with the daughter of the tribal patriarch, and the fate of the tribe changed.

There has always been a tradition in the Beirong tribe that the eldest daughter of the tribal patriarch cannot lose her virginity, because in the tradition of the Beirong tribe, the eldest daughter of the patriarch must be worshiped to the gods as a woman, so the prince's request to the Beirong tribe of course resolutely refused.

But how could the prince of the "Qin" kingdom who ruled one side pay attention to the demands of a small tribe, when the "Qin" prince commanded an army to force marriage, the Beirong tribe could only abandon this fertile grassland and start migrating.

However, no one thought that in the process of their migration to the north, they encountered this severe cold that was rare in a thousand years, and the entire tribe was about to suffer a catastrophe.

"O gods, what has my Adar of Beijon offended you at? Why should we not even have the slightest hope of living. ”

As the patriarch of the tribe, Apu, who was not yet fifty years old, looked at the black sky, jumped directly from the yak, threw himself on the snow and howled in the sky.

Seeing the patriarch like this, the remaining people in the tribe could no longer suppress the pain in their hearts, discarded the items in their hands, and threw themselves on the snow like the patriarch to vent their grief and anger in their hearts.

Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe the "gods" really heard their shouts, and a golden bright spot suddenly appeared in the dark sky, this bright spot continued to spread, and the dark clouds around the bright spot were squeezed away little by little, and the sunlight shone through this expanding hole to the place where the Beirong tribe was located.

Such a "miracle" appeared, and all the Beirong people were stunned for a while. In the end, it was the patriarch who reacted first, and immediately pretended to be crazy and kowtowed to the sky.

"Honorable Immortal God, you finally heard the shouts of the Ada......"

For a moment, the cries of this part of the snowfield drowned out the howling wind.

However, it did not end there, and when the void expanded to a certain extent, a black dot suddenly appeared in the clear blue sky.

Soon the black dot filled the entire void, and when the Beijon people looked at the sky in amazement, they could clearly see that the black dot was a large metal object.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is huge, because at the moment the entire sky is almost covered by this metal object.

At this point, several of the murals began to be completely covered by scarlet, and Wang Donghua, who was used to having Buping's explanation, immediately turned his head to look at the head of the Xuanmen on the side.

"Hehe, Donghua, you don't have to look at me like this, in fact, I'm also very puzzled, in the past few hundred years, I have checked all the classics, and I can't crack the secret behind this scarlet, although I don't know what happened during this period, but the thousand-year-long "Summer Twilight" was caused by this. ”

Looking at Wang Donghua's puzzled eyes, Bu Ping stroked his white beard and explained.

Since he couldn't get an answer from Buping, Wang Donghua had no choice but to continue to look down.

The following mural tells the story of the destruction of the entire Xia people who ruled Asia.

And it was the group of Beirong who were facing a desperate situation that caused all this, and they were originally weak, and for some reason they suddenly became god-like beings.

After seeing these "Xia" people and the war scenes of Beirong, Wang Donghua was stunned.

Because Wang Donghua saw in these murals some weapons that can only be seen in science fiction comics.

Flying in the sky are Wuling-shaped combat aircraft, but on the ground are running mecha with a height of five or six meters.

In the face of these powerful weapons of war, although the "Xia" people tried their best to resist, how could they be opponents?

Do you take the cold weapon in your hand and slash at these mechs that shoot death?

With a hard bow with a range of less than 100 meters, do you want to shoot the lightning-fast flying machine in the sky?

Or do you bury these huge war machines with human flesh?

None of this was realistic, so the powerful cultivators took action.

Just when the rulers of the "Qin" Dynasty saw that the cultivators began to help, they seemed to have seen a glimmer of hope.

However, the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is skinny, although these cultivators who have cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years are very powerful, but after all, they are still mortal in the flesh, and in front of these powerful weapons, they are just vegetables.

The seemingly powerful spell that was enough to shatter stones and break gold on these mechs only caused a huge mecha action, and even the surface of the mecha could not leave any traces.

The cultivators were as light as swallows and could even fly with swords, but in the face of powerful flying machines several times the speed of sound, they were like flies flying in the sky, and they were slapped down one by one.

Ordinary cultivators had no choice, and after suffering heavy losses, they had no choice but to send a request for help to their own sect, and all of a sudden, those cultivators who were hidden overseas also returned.

These cultivation masters are very powerful, as long as they are given enough time to brew a magic trick, it is enough to split the mountains and seas, and they also caught the forward troops of Beirong off guard at the beginning.

Seeing that the hope of victory was in front of him, but at this moment, the patriarch of Beirong appeared in this mural in a strange mecha with a scarlet body.

The process of the battle between the Xiuzhen masters and the scarlet mecha is not described in detail in the murals, but the ending shown is that those Xiuzhen masters are almost all wiped out, and only a few lucky ones are seriously injured and fled to the territory of the "Chu" country in embarrassment.

In the face of such an outcome, the Beirong "science fiction" army, which was only 1,000 people, soon captured the entire territory of the "Qin" dynasty and began to attack the "Chu" state.

Of course, the "Qin" Dynasty's encounter with the "Chu" State is very clear, but they are also powerless, because even the most powerful cultivators of the "Qin" State are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of these war weapons, and what can they do about the "Chu" State.

Soon, half of the Chu State fell into the hands of these Beirongs, and in addition to the slaughter of the "Xia" people, all the rest became slaves of these Beirongs.

And that's when the climax of the frescoes comes, and when these scarlet frescoes end, it's the end of this corridor.

When Wang Donghua turned this corridor, what entered his eyes was a lifelike statue.

Wang Donghua, who had just been shocked by those sci-fi weapons in Beirong, was even more scorched by the appearance of this statue when he saw this statue.