Just when Feng Yao was still immersed in the story of Emperor Jin Jingwu, the platform in the tomb clicked loudly, as if some mechanism had been activated. These sounds also pulled the three of them back to reality from the story.

"Not good, sister, be careful!" Before Xiao Yu finished speaking, he walked to Feng Yao's side, stretched out his hand to take her into his arms, and then retreated, came to a corner of the tomb, and looked at the stone platform with full vigilance.

"Click... ”

After a few moments, the sound of the mechanism turning quieted down, and the platform shifted two feet to the left, revealing the ground under the original stone platform.

After calming down for a while, the three of them gathered together and walked towards the place where the stone platform was originally located, but before they got close, Xiao Yu exclaimed. "Look, another painting. ”

Driven by curiosity, the three of them hurried forward, wanting to see the whole picture of the ninth painting.

I saw a person wearing gold armor and holding a long knife with a golden bow on his back in the painting, sitting on a throne, but at this time, the face of the person in the painting was blurred, and at first glance he looked like a person without facial features. And just under the steps in front of this person, there are three other people, who seem to be very young in age, and the three of them are standing in a zigzag, the leader is wearing a cyan robe and standing with his hands facing the people on the throne, and behind him, a man and a woman are standing on the left and right, the man on the left is wearing a black robe, holding a single knife, and the woman on the right hand is wearing a big red cloud robe.

"Holy, this painting。。。。。 This painting seems to be the one of us... Xiao Yu exclaimed, cold sweat dripping down unconsciously, and Feng Yao and Mo Han were also trembling at this time, obviously frightened.

For unknown things, people always have a desire to explore, but if this unknown thing has even the slightest connection with themselves, this desire to explore will immediately turn into fear, and now what Xiao Yu and the three of them are experiencing is this fear of the unknown.

"You see, isn't this the person I am wearing now, the man in the back is dressed in black and holding a knife, it is Mo Han you, the most obvious is the woman in red, it is exactly the same as Feng Yao. Xiao Yu forcibly suppressed his heart of fear and told the picture he saw word by word.

"Childe... No... That's not right... I'm wearing a traceless shadow suit now... How could it be... How could I take what I was wearing ... Also... I've drawn it, too. Feng Yao was so frightened that she couldn't say a whole sentence, how could this little princess living in a paradise experience such a thing.

"I said Xiao Yu... This... Could it be a coincidence?" Mo Han was still disguising the picture in front of him, and it seemed that he didn't want to admit that the three of them were painted in the painting by a man who had been dead for thousands of years.

However, at the moment when the three of them were full of fear, there was a picture in the painting that made them completely collapse.

I saw the person sitting on the throne in the painting, with a blurred face, a pair of scarlet eyes flashed instantly, and the red light was dazzling for a moment. And the three people below the painting also turned their heads abruptly, and when they saw the faces of the three people in the painting, Xiao Yu Mohan and Feng Yao's last bit of luck was completely shattered, and the faces of the people in the painting were exactly the same as Xiao Yu's three people, but Xiao Yu's eyes in the painting also turned scarlet, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a cruel sneer, while the faces of Feng Yao and Mo Han in the painting were bruised, and there was no trace of vitality at all from the facial features, just like a person who had been dead for a long time, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were white。

"Ahh

At this moment, Mo Han's situation has become more complicated, and it is more in line with human feelings, because the pole of fear is anger, the anger of losing his mind, at this time, Mo Han looked up to the sky without warning, holding a single knife in his hand, slashing indiscriminately, as if he had lost his mind, and his mind was in chaos.

A moment later, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and Mo Han fell to the ground with a stagger, looking at him with a breathless appearance, Xiao Yu wanted to help him but found that he couldn't open his legs at all, the whole person was like being nailed to the ground, his heart was anxious but he couldn't shout, and his body seemed to be out of his soul and became unable to move, so he could only watch Mo Han gradually stop breathing. And at this moment, Feng Yao also sprayed a mouthful of blood on the mural in front of her, and fell in a pool of blood, presumably because her heart was broken and she died.

"No! no!" Xiao Yu couldn't speak, his clenched teeth bit out blood, and his eyes were also bright red, just like him in the painting.

Seeing Feng Yao and Mo Han die in front of him, he did not die on the spot like the two of them. Because of his soul power far beyond his own level to protect his heart and heart, he barely managed to maintain his clarity.

"Wake up!"

With a bang, the vast soul power of the night old man was dispatched, and in an instant, he broke the "chains" that bound Xiao Yu and pulled him back to reality.

"Whew. ”

Xiao Yu, who was physically and mentally damaged, gasped heavily, and looked at the painting in front of him only to realize that everything he had seen before was his own hallucination. It's just that when he looked at Feng Yao and Mo Han, his heart sank again, and he saw that although the two of them did not die as in the illusion, they still lay on the ground and didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

"Don't worry, the two of them were just stunned by the power of the soul. Just now, a majestic soul power suddenly emitted from this mural, and the souls of the two of them were not as strong as yours, so they were immediately shocked and unconscious. ”

Just as Xiao Yu was talking to Ye Lao, the painting on the ground suddenly made a soft cracking sound, and it split in two, and then the ground painting that was broken in half slowly opened from it and turned into a door inlaid on the ground.

Xiao Yu subconsciously wanted to stay away from this strange gate, but found that he was being dragged by the huge suction force in it, and walked towards the door uncontrollably. Ye Lao also tried his best to help Xiao Yu get rid of this suction, but the power was so great that all the efforts of the master and apprentice were in vain.

In just three breaths, Xiao Yu's footsteps slipped, and one fell to the position of the gate, and was pulled into the door by this suction.