The scene in the last mural turned out to be the basement where everyone was!

The figure, which should have been wrapped in flames, was only dressed in a simple linen coat in the painting, with a hood that covered most of her face, revealing only a rosy lip.

Yes...... She......

Everyone looked at each other, a little unacceptable for a while, I don't know if the painter made a mistake, or they made a mistake, the person who stood up to the sky and fought the gods in blood should be a burly, heroic and strong man.

But in this thirteenth fresco, it is obviously the same clothes, and even the familiar spear is still standing beside him, but whether it is the outline of the face under the hood or the bumpy figure, it is undoubtedly not telling the world......

Flame Demon God 'Neo'...... It's a female deity!

"The portraits and statues we saw earlier...... Doesn't seem like that? ”

The fat man looked at everyone, and there was a confused look on his chubby face.

Hearing this, everyone subconsciously shook their heads, whether it was on the ground or in the dungeon, everything they saw about the demon god was described as a man.

"I care more about what she puts in the bowl than her gender."

Jiang Ningyuan said in a deep voice.

Whether the demon god is male or female, the question does not matter to them, even if it is a woman, there is nothing to be surprised by, and there are also several women among the S-level supreme kings of the main world.

And in the mural, the demon god is in the iron bowl on the stone platform, and what they put in is what interests them the most.

It was a drop of blood, the blood that fell from the demon god's chest, and in the dark picture, it was so bright and dazzling, as if it didn't slip out, but really existed.

"So the blood of the demon god turned into a crystal after hundreds of years?"

Xu Lin touched his chin and said.

This result was not surprising to them, and after becoming the chosen one, they had seen even the most outrageous things.

On the contrary, the content of these thirteen murals, as well as the crystals formed by the blood of the demon god, and the weapons that should have been stored here, these are the things that everyone should ponder.

"Don't rush the matter of the Demon God's weapon first

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, but these murals ......"

Jiang Ningyuan swept the murals in the basement with a flashlight, and said thoughtfully: "In the room before we entered the dungeon, we also saw thirteen murals. ”

Although the murals there are not similar in content to those in this place, it is a bit intriguing to encounter the murals twice in succession, and the number is the same as 'thirteen'.

Is the demon god preferring murals, or is there something else to hide?

Does the number thirteen have any deeper meaning?

"In the West, thirteen is not a good number, it usually symbolizes bad luck or something."

Zhao Yu rarely opened his mouth to participate in the discussion, and he said to everyone with a twinkle in his eyes: "In some works, the number thirteen is usually symbolized death, or a demon from hell or something. ”

However, this is only the case in the Overworld, and whether or not this place will continue to use the same premise will need to be confirmed.

It's just that although there is no evidence of injury, everyone still thinks that maybe the main rule follows the same setting.

After all, the dungeon they are in is, in a sense, very much in line with the description of 'from hell'.

Even those strange beings in the dungeon just fit the description of the demon......

"No, these murals were left at the beginning of the city, and the dungeon symbolized the kingdom of God at that time."

Jiang Ningyuan shook his head, disagreeing with this speculation.

At that time, the dungeon was a kingdom of gods protected by the gods, and the purpose of the demon god to build this place was also to provide a place for his people to avoid calamity after death.

It is impossible that at some point, the demon god has predicted that when he is sleeping, he will be betrayed by his people and believers, and he will collapse and turn into countless weirdness, right?

It's not impossible, but it's a bit far-fetched.

"Anyway, what do you think the murals here are trying to express?"

Liu Yong frowned and said, "I just want to tell others about the process of building this kingdom of gods, and the demon god put a drop of blood here?" ”

If you look at the experience of the last time, it is clear that the role of these murals will not be so simple.

Last time, the thirteen murals were behind each

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They represent a path, and the only way to survive leads them to this dungeon.

"Otherwise, Ah Yuan, you will use that spear again?"

The fat man looked around, and then said encroachmently.

In his opinion, the spear in Jiang Ningyuan's hand is a bit similar to the role of a key, and he was also out of trouble because of this last time.

Hearing this, he did not veto it immediately, but after muttering for a while, he nodded his head slightly, and under the fat man's surprised expression, a flame suddenly rose, enveloping all the spears in it.

It's just that with the initial activation of the spear, there is no change in this basement, and everything seems to be so quiet.

After Jiang Ningyuan was silent, he stepped to the center of the room, in front of the stone platform.

He looked at the dark red crystals in the iron bowl, remembered what Lina had said, and silently raised the spear, touching the surface of the crystal with the tip of the spear.

And at this moment, the flames on the body of the gun flowed down like water, slowly wrapping the surface of the dark red crystal, and a touch of ancient vicissitudes of life also filled the entire basement at the same time.

Feeling the sudden change, everyone's expressions suddenly turned over, and even instinctively made a fighting posture.

However, the expected danger did not appear, and on the contrary, the entire room was filled with a reassuring strange fluctuation.

It is as if as long as you are here, you can get absolute safety, and you will never be sick or trouble-free.

"My injuries!"

The fat man suddenly let out a strange scream, he only felt his chest tingling, and when he sensed it, he found that it was a wound healing, and a broken bone was growing.

In just a few seconds, Xu Lin and the others, who were slightly injured, had completely healed, and Liu Yong and others, who were more serious, were also healed for the most part.

And after the injury healed, the fat man felt that the strength he had consumed in the past two days was recovering at an alarming speed, and even in the process, everyone's physique had been strengthened.

This enhancement is not one-sided, but the entire value is increased together, although the magnitude is not large, but it is real.

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