Chen Fenghua looked around, except for three earthen walls and some furnishings, there was nothing else in this inner hall, and there was no exhibition room in the mouth of the head of the floating life road. Just as he was thinking of this, he saw the head of the floating life walk up to the small barefoot ghost god statue and stretch out his hand to gently turn its base. Then the ground began to tremble slightly, and the wall behind the barefoot ghost statue made a "huh" sound of rubbing against the stone wall, and under this vibration, the mural of the soul general hanging on the wall was shaken to the ground.

With a loud movement, the wall behind the barefoot ghost statue gradually rose, and a burst of turquoise light poured out from the gap that gradually opened. It wasn't until it was fully opened that the showroom in the mouth of the Ukijido chief was revealed, and an indescribably deep smell was inhaled into his nose. Before Chen Fenghua could recover from his surprise, he heard the Fusheng Daoist hurriedly beckoning: "Come in with me!" ”

Seeing the urgency on the face of the Floating Dao Chief, Chen Fenghua hurriedly followed, and before he could fully adapt to the turquoise light in front of him, he entered the showroom. As soon as the hind feet stepped into the showroom door, the stone door behind him slipped down again and closed heavily.

Chen Fenghua blinked, and after a while he got used to the turquoise light coming from the wall in the exhibition room, but when he saw clearly what was shrouded behind the hazy light, his eyes widened again, and he looked very curious, and his steps involuntarily approached it.

There are nothing else on the walls, but pictures carved on the surface, which seem to have been rubbed and not the original source, but they still have color and lifelike body language. Chen Fenghua took a closer look, only to find that the pictures on it were coherent, each painting had a certain connection between them, and several creatures depicted on the pictures were repeated.

"Do you know what's up there?" The Floating Dao Chief put his hands behind his back, and his words sounded unhurriedly.

Chen Fenghua looked back and forth, and suddenly noticed that the pattern engraved on the wall seemed familiar, wasn't that 8-inch-tall armored man a barefoot ghost god statue with clothes on--Soul Suppression General! It's just that the general who wears a vest looks more aggressive, and his hands encourage the sledgehammer to fight viciously with the three-inch unicorn villain in front of him, the two seem to be very different, but the strength is not equal, jumping more than a dozen pictures, and they are still competing with each other.

"This is the ...... of the Soul Suppression General" Chen Fenghua replied, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, he didn't come here with the Floating Life Dao Elder to see this Soul Suppression General, although he was attracted by the pictures for a while, he didn't forget the purpose of coming here, so he continued, "But what do these paintings have to do with the Holy Light Battle Robe?" ”

The Floating Path Master looked around with his hands and said, "You read all the paintings here first, and the answer will be seen in your heart." "Fusheng Daoist seems to like to play tricks on Guan Zi, but he doesn't want to tell Chen Fenghua what he knows directly.

Chen Fenghua stopped, and then looked at the painting again, and this look fell into a ......

The dim heaven and earth, the swaying of the clock, he suddenly felt as if he was no longer in this world, but shuttled back to the time before, looking at the yellow sand in the sky, smelling the bloody breath mixed in the wind, the figures one by one...... It's fighting, it's fighting, it's death...... The corpses are all over the field, the horses are wrapped in leather, this is a disaster, a disaster brought about by war......

Chen Fenghua's naked eye is constantly jumping from painting to painting, gradually forgetting the passage of time, he is immersed in the painting, as if he can feel every one of its notches telling him the eternal story, this feeling is like having experienced it, there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

When Chen Fenghua's gaze jumped again and stopped on the back of a great shore, he was completely stunned. This is just a back, there is nothing else, but Chen Fenghua has a sense of sympathy in the air, he seems to be able to feel the state of mind of the owner of this back at that time, it is an indescribable feeling, Chen Fenghua can only experience, but if you really want to distinguish what kind of mood this is, maybe only the word "lost" can be expressed.

Lose...... Why was he lost? Who is he? Such a question rose in Chen Fenghua's mind. He continued to look at the next picture, which was still talking about this back, but this back had two more pairs of wings, no...... To be precise, one of the pairs of wings was a remnant, and there were five or six withered feathers floating in the air below the remnant wings. When Chen Fenghua saw such a scene, he felt a completely different emotion from before, which was ...... It's anger.

Wrath...... Why is he angry? Who is he? Such a question once again rose in Chen Fenghua's mind, and for the owner of this back, Chen Fenghua's curiosity rose to a new level. He was sure that it was his first time here, and he had never seen this back before. This back is tall and straight, and although the dress is not gorgeous, it is full of restraint. He closed his eyes, convinced that this was only the first time he had seen it.

Chen Fenghua looked at these murals carefully, and the starry eyes of the Floating Dao Master behind him lit up, he nodded slightly, and did not interrupt the former's thoughts, just stood quietly in place, waiting for Chen Fenghua to finish reading the following pictures.

"Boom!" Chen Fenghua's heart jumped, and when he saw the Soul Suppression General and that back figure appear in the same picture, he was once again surprised. At this time, the body of the soul suppressant general was covered with scars, and blood was gurgling down from more than a dozen deep or shallow wounds on his body, soaking the ground under him, and his face was hideous, not the fierce and vicious he usually saw, but another expression distorted by pain. In front of the fallen soul general, standing majestically was the figure that Chen Fenghua had seen before, but in this painting, three of the four wings behind him had been broken, and the cross scars were bloodied behind his back, which was shocking.

Fighting Spirit...... This is the third kind of emotion that Chen Fenghua feels, the infinite fighting spirit, the indomitable courage, and the all-out effort after turning into anger. Even though he was scarred, he still clenched the sword in his hand, and the golden qi rode on the sword's body, isolating the dust around his body like a rising air cover.

Chen Fenghua looked at this painting for a full hour, and even he didn't feel that such a long time had passed. It was just a painting, but it made him feel countless stories, which was different from listening and watching, but immersive empathy.

It was a long time before he jumped out of the painting and was about to look to the side, but, looking away again, he found that he had reached the end of it, and there was no more painting beside it. Before he knew it, he had finished reading all the pictures in the showroom, especially the last three paintings about the back, which he had been looking at for more than three hours.

"Drop! Failed the quest [Finding the White Lotus Jade Muscle Fruit], Level -1! ”

As soon as the prompt sound fell, Chen Fenghua only felt in a trance, and when he looked at the level again, it had fallen to level 19. Only then did he realize that in just such a moment, he had exceeded Bai Luoning's task time limit, and the task had failed!

Damn it...... Chen Fenghua's heart was very uncomfortable, if it weren't for the sudden appearance of this floating life dao leader to take him away, his level would not have fallen at all, now it's okay, this level is silently gone, and it will take a while to earn it back. Looking at the attributes, they all have declined, but fortunately, the spells of the Holy Light Hymn are still there, which makes Chen Fenghua not too uncomfortable.

In short, this level has also fallen, and Chen Fenghua has no way to rise to the next level out of thin air, so he can only point the finger at the Floating Dao Chief, if the other party does not give him an explanation, he will die to the end, therefore, his words are sharp: "Dao Chief, you still don't explain to me?" I didn't get any answers from you! ”

"No, you got it." The floating life path is long and weathering, and softly retorts back at Chen Fenghua's words. He walked up to the three paintings where Chen Fenghua had finally stopped, turned sideways, and said, "The answer lies in these three paintings." ”