Chapter 595: The Separation on the Mural

He didn't understand a word of what this stinky Taoist priest said.

These humans love to say some inexplicable things to pretend to be forced, and bully us zombies can't understand!

Angry! Greeneye didn't say anything, and went up to fight him again.

One person stiffened on the hill and it was difficult to give up, and finally Zhang Zhang accidentally fell into a pit.

Greeneye gave chase, and jumped into the pit with a piece.

With this jump, the green-eyed is Sparta.

This pit is like a bottomless pit, and he and Zhang Zhang keep falling and falling in this pit. It had not fallen to the bottom for a long, long time, and it was pitch black all around, and a slight cramped air flow came up from below.

"Bang......" Green Eye and Zhang Zhang finally fell to the ground.

A faint blue glow shimmered on the ground, illuminating everything.

This is a narrow and narrow road, the road is very long, surrounded by strong. Walls made of hard stone, with strange murals carved into the walls that they couldn't read.

Green Eyes stepped forward and glanced at it twice, and then pulled Zhang Zhang over, "Hey? Do you think this person looks like Cangli? ”

Divorce? Zhang Zhang was stunned, he didn't seem to have heard these two words for a long time.

"Like!" He looked carefully at the wall, and the person surrounded by the crowd did indeed resemble Cangli.

These murals seem to tell the story of the origin, growth, prosperity, and decline of a people, and these people are strange, they have human faces, but their bodies are animals.

"Where is this? Where did you stinky Taoist take this green green? How Lao Tzu's mana doesn't work!! Greeneye yelled, he just wanted to use mana, but he didn't even have half a trace of mana in his body, this ......

Zhang Zhang furrowed his brows: "I don't know, my mana is gone." ”

Green eyes look at him, scourge!

The faint blue light is like a dying old man, telling the history in detail.

There was a cool wind coming from the other side of the road, cloudy and cold.

Zhang Zhang and the green eyes walked along the road, there is a wall lamp every five steps on the road, the shape of the wall lamp is simple and simple, the wick is blue, and the light emitted is also a faint blue light, there is no lamp oil in the strong lamp, only the wick, even if the wind comes, the light of the wick is not scattered.

These lamps seem to have been waiting here quietly for tens of thousands of years.

The road seemed to have no end, and they walked for a long time, surrounded by murals, still faint blue light.

The light emitted a faint fragrance that made them a little dizzy after smelling it for a long time.

The green eye suddenly leaned on Zhang Zhang's body and said, "Huh? Is there a hallucination, dizziness! ”

Zhang Zhang pushed him away, stroked his forehead, and said, "You didn't hallucinate, and I was dizzy." ”

Green-eyed smiled coldly: "Hehe......"

Can you not compare a noble zombie like Lao Tzu with you, a stinky Taoist?

Everything in the Dryfish is insensible, and the only thing that can make their bodies feel is unless they are gods or gods.

But is there still a God in this world?

He got serious.

Walking slowly with Zhang Zhang, I don't know how long they walked, the wind in front of them became more and more humid, and they became stronger and stronger, and gradually, they heard the sound of rumbling water.

Further on, a huge waterfall appeared in front of them.

The waterfall blocked the entrance of the Yongdao, and the wind came from the other side of the waterfall, and the water of the waterfall wet their robes and bodies, sticking to their bodies cold.

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