Chapter Eighty-Two: The Last... mural

After getting the benefits of the wings, Chen Yang became even more enthusiastic, looking forward to whether there would be any hidden treasures in the next two pictures. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And because it was the wings before, he didn't come to see it urgently, so it was better to get the treasure in front of him first, but now after getting the wings, he was more enthusiastic about the two murals in the back.

It's just doomed him to be disappointed, there is nothing in the eighth picture, depicting a middle-aged man in a black robe, I can't see what he looks like, I can only see a back, standing in a ruin, there is still a stone tablet on an ancient road, and the handwriting on it is still faintly visible.

Nine Extremes...

The magnificent and magnificent Nine Extremes Sect seen in the previous murals is now only the remains of stumps, the sky is drizzling, and the nine mountains that were originally crisp are now only red earth filled with gunsmoke, without any life, and the middle-aged man stood there blankly, with sadness and desolation in his back.

Chen Yang's hearts were also slowly infected, infected with his sorrow, even the heavens and the earth were infected by his sorrow, and it drizzled.

And Meng Xiyue was infected and left tears, Chen Yang woke up in shock, and hurriedly took her away from the eighth picture, if it goes on like this, it will only become more and more sad, and in the end, it is estimated that she has been sinking here, unable to wake up.

The ninth mural, which is the last mural, this mural, before it got close, a roar sounded in my ears, and the sea of consciousness tumbled.

This mural is also the simplest one, there is no magnificent environment, no treasures, only a figure standing in the sky, looking up to the sky and scolding, and a whirlpool appears in the sky, a blood-colored figure rises and falls in it, and a pair of eyes stares at the figure below.

And this figure is the same as the eighth picture, but in the ninth, it is more blurred, only a black figure is seen, but the eyes of the mysterious existence in the sky are clearly visible, there is no emotion in the eyes, and it is more indifferent than the mausoleum keeper he has seen.

Chen Yang glanced at it, and there was fear in his heart, which was even more terrifying than the frightened eyes of the nine babies he had seen before, there was no emotion in this eye, which made people feel as cold as in the ice, trying to be born as a dog.

Other than these, he didn't see any signs of the treasure, but now his divine sense didn't dare to use it, just now the divine sense touched it, and the endless battle intent and roar came into his mind, although there was only a trace, but this made him almost collapse.

"It seems that there is nothing here" Chen Yang was a little disappointed in his heart, after only finding one wing in these pictures, there was nothing, it seemed that someone came one step earlier than them, and the wings were estimated to be something he couldn't take away, so he would stay, but who was earlier than them, and when he opened the door, the aura that came out of here was extremely strong.

In this way, the victor was there back then, and the wings were either not discovered, or they couldn't take them away, no matter which one he had, even if he got the wings, and now there was no teleportation array here, it would be impossible for them to leave.

My heart is full of helplessness, but I can't help it now, I just hope that there will be something left here for them to leave, but this place is so big, you can see everything at a glance, and they have already seen the murals on the wall, and they haven't found a way to leave here, maybe they were not unwilling at that time, but it was estimated that the war at that time was too tragic, and the Thunder Emperor estimated that he had fallen.

I didn't have time to arrange it, so I guessed that he was killed, but how did his wings escape back, and how could they be in the mural? This made him a little puzzled, to say that this wing has a machine spirit, that's for sure, but now this wing machine spirit, the level is too low, the mind is not clear, only instinctive will, even Xiao Jin can't compare, it's just.... He still didn't understand that if the Thunder Emperor had died then, then now all his treasures, including the Thunder Wings, should have fallen into the hands of the enemy who defeated him.

In desperation, I had to continue to rotate around this hall, including the walls and the ground, and even the top was checked, but there was nothing helpless.

Gritting his teeth, there was a thought in his heart that made him not stop, and he probed again, this time more carefully, not even letting go of the cracks in the ground, and after he checked the ninth mural, he finally made a little discovery.

Next to the ninth mural, there are very inconspicuous traces on the wall, and it cannot be said that there are traces, but this wall has a little subtle concave and convex compared to other places, in this dark hall, in the case of bad lighting, if you are not careful, you can't see anything at all, and this wall is also isolated from the divine sense, and the divine consciousness can't even penetrate at all, but it can be vaguely seen that it is a human form.

And this happened to be a flash of lightning outside, he saw it, otherwise he wouldn't have noticed that these were just a little uneven, and when he saw them, he startled them, and suddenly saw a figure, if it wasn't for Chen Yang's bolder, an ordinary person here, it is estimated that he would be scared to death.

Touching it with my fingers, there was only a hint of concave and convex feeling, as if this was not originally nine murals, but ten, and this was the last.... The last fresco, for unknown reasons, was erased, leaving only a trace remaining.

Chen Yang raised his right hand, and thunder and lightning appeared in the palm of his hand, so that he could see it carefully, but just after condensing the thunder and lightning in the palm of his hand, this humanoid mural suddenly flashed with the light of thunder and lightning, and a magnificent voice appeared in his mind.

"In my own right..... The Gate of Heaven and Earth"

"With my soul..... The power of heaven and earth"

"With my strength..... Becoming a junior..... Vibrant"

"Vitality...... The door is opened, and the ..... is opened."

Voices vibrate in my head, and every word is full of sadness, and.... Refuse.

A suction force suddenly appeared, and a vortex suddenly appeared on this last mural, as if opening a different dimensional space, the power of space appeared, and Chen Yang and Meng Xiyue were sucked in as soon as they reacted.

Boom ・・・・・

The door of the main hall suddenly closed, making a loud noise, but they couldn't hear these Chen Yangs, and after they disappeared, this vortex gradually became smaller, and finally disappeared, from appearance to disappearance, there was only a few breaths, and people couldn't react quickly.

And after the whirlpool disappeared, the last trace of this wall was gone, and there was no tenth mural, and if anyone who knew came here, he would not find it at all, as if it had never appeared.

And after Chen Yang disappeared, a large hall suspended in the void, a faint sigh sounded, full of expansion and disappointment, as well as longing, and all the words turned into one.... Sigh.

And in the main hall, a mausoleum keeper covered with bone armor and black wings behind his back opened his eyes, glanced into the distance, and closed his eyes again, from opening his eyes to finally closing his eyes, he did not show any emotion, only indifference, and the huge white stone statue in front of him, after letting out a sigh, became ordinary again.

To be continued........

(I'm so tired, I've been really tired lately, and I'm still short of 120,000 words on the shelves, and I'm a little nervous now, and I'm a little excited, I don't know how to make the first order after the shelves, don't be less than 100 by then, so it is estimated that the old smoke will be ridiculed to death, I hope you brothers will support you a lot, Mo Mo Da)