After a long time, Ning Que gradually woke up from the shock, but his feelings were still complicated.

It is also an unknowable place in the legend, the mountain behind the academy will only give people a sense of intimacy and gentleness, but it is not as easy to make people have a spiritual impact as here, he thought to himself that this is probably the difference between Mo Shanshan and Mo Shanshan that day, the mountain behind the academy can make the saint and the secular two communicate, and the demon sect mountain gate is indifferent to the world.

Buried by the wind and snow in the abandoned mountain for decades, the mountain gate of the Demon Sect has long been abandoned, and when you look at it, you only feel a desolation, the more empty and majestic you feel, the more desolate you feel, Ning Que thinks about the early years, when the Demon Sect is still strong, countless believers kneel down on the huge stone beam to worship, and can't help but have countless sighing feelings.

Being able to carve out such a huge space in the middle of the snow peak, the ability of the desolate people to organize and operate thousands of years ago is really unimaginable, Ning Que thought that it was the Tang Dynasty that drove these desolate people out of the wasteland and rushed to the cold region of the extreme north, sighing, and couldn't help but feel a strong sense of pride.

Immediately afterward, in front of him, the magnificent and almost anti-heavenly architectural space in front of him, he thought of more things. The Demon Sect is not tolerated in the world, it is precisely because the cultivators of the Demon Sect forcibly accept the heaven and earth in their bodies and blaspheme Haotian, the great priest of light who founded the Demon Sect back then, let the desolate people dig out such a ...... in the Heavenly Abandonment Mountain Range The space that is close to a miracle may be to prove that human beings can also have the same abilities as Haotian?

In the glorious world of Haotian, wanting to use this and silent way to express disrespect for Haotian is really arrogant to the extreme, no wonder Mingzong is called a demon.

After standing on the edge of the rock wall and watching silently for a long time, Ning Que helped Moshan Mountain onto the stone beam. The coarse sorghum connects the inner belly space of the snow peak, and finally converges in the air in the distance, the sorghum is extremely thick, can accommodate four carriages to move side by side, look at the impact marks and rubble, can confirm that the stones that have fallen from the top of the cave in the past thousand years, can not smash these sorghums, two people walking on it, it is impossible to make the sorghum have the slightest vibration.

But Shi Hu was hanging in the air after all...... There is no cover next to it...... The mountain wind whistled and swept through, and the echoes swayed slowly...... Giving people a feeling of being extremely terrifying, Ning Que looked at the empty world outside Shiliang, listened to the sound of the wind in his ears, felt that his legs were a little stiff, and thought that if he was blown off by the mountain wind, he would fall outside Shiliang...... It may take a long time to fly in the air before falling into the depths of the earth.

The stone sorghum leading to the center of the huge space is very long, and the two of them have walked for a long time, and they have only walked about less than a third of the way, and the temple on the suspended stone flat in the distance is still as small as a miniature landscape, but the sense of insignificance and fear in the grand space gradually fades as they walk.

Ning Que and the speed at the foot of Moshan Mountain was much faster than at the beginning, and he was even able to divide his spirit to take a look at the scenery around Shiliang, although all around Shiliang was dark and empty, and there was no scenery at all.

Then he noticed that deep lines suddenly appeared under the feet of the corpse, and those lines went deep into the hard stone sorghum, stretching in all directions seemingly irregularly...... There are tiny gravel in the lines that roll with the mountain wind.

Ning Que took advantage of the falling sky above to look carefully, and found that the lines on these stone beams were combined to be a painting with very simple lines...... These brushes are clumsy and powerful, and they are supposed to be carved from metal weapons inside the axes...... It looks like a rock art of some very old time.

The petroglyphs on the stone beams gradually appeared in front of them as they moved.

These petroglyphs are large, and there are many of them.

The first petroglyph depicts a flood dripping from the sky

A man with a vague face, with a skirt-like garment around his waist and a manuscript in his hand, stood on an earthen cliff by the flood and roared angrily at the rainy sky.

The second petroglyph depicts a wildfire in a mountain.

Several women with vague faces, dressed in short skirts woven of coarse cloth and carrying a basin of water in their hands, stood in the bamboo grove by the wildfire, weeping bitterly against the burning wheat fields.

The third petroglyph depicts heavy snow covering the sky.

Dozens of misidentified peasants, wrapped in thick animal skins and holding all kinds of tools in their hands, ignored the snowflakes falling overhead, and silently and intently repaired their houses.

The fourth petroglyph depicts the shaking earth.

Thousands of faceless black spots, standing in the scarred fields, seem to be burying the dead, as if saving the living, they do not roar, they do not cry, they go on with their lives. Each petroglyph depicts the anger of Haotian descending to the world, and depicts the pain and struggle of human beings.

The petroglyphs on the rocks are still spreading forward, and with the mastery of tools, the firmness of will, and the understanding of nature, they have become more and more calm in the face of various disasters, and perhaps their hearts are still sad and angry, but no matter what, they have survived and have survived until now.

Ning Que and Mo Shanshan walked while looking at the petroglyphs under their feet, the expressions on their faces gradually became solemn, although they could not fully understand or determine the true intention of the people in the Demon Sect to carve these rocks on the rocks back then, but as a member of the human race, they would always feel this as if they were not touched.

At the very front of the sorghum, the last petroglyph is very simple, with fewer lines than all the petroglyphs on the surface of the waves, and at the bottom are three rows of straight lines mixed with countless small stone caves, which probably represent the human beings who have multiplied and occupied the world, and those small stone caves seem to be the hands raised by human beings when they cheer and celebrate.

Above the three rows of straight lines, deep stone lines form a circle, as well as a semicircle.

Mo Shanshan's eyebrows frowned slightly, looking at the incomprehensible patterns under her feet, thinking about what kind of information was contained in them, but no matter how she thought, she didn't have any clue.

Ning Que stared at the last petroglyph, holding Mo Shanshan's hand trembling slightly, feeling that his body was a little cold, and he vaguely guessed something, but felt that his guess was too absurd.

It's a pity that at this time, he is in the abandoned Demon Sect Mountain Gate, which is like a wilderness, and he doesn't have time to think about it carefully, thinking about these problems like Fauvist Symbolism Dali, even if he wants to think about it, the picture he saw after leaving Shiliang and stepping on the stone flat hanging in the middle of the Snow Peak space, he didn't think about it again.

Countless stone sorghum gather in this place, naturally form a stone flat, the stone flat hangs in the air of countless zhang high, the mountain wind whistles from outside the ping, and the dust on the temple that blows rises and falls.

Outside the hall, there were countless white bones, and the floating ashes fell quietly through the cracks of these white bones, and then stopped flying. Over the decades, this process has been repeated many times, so that a layer of ash about the thickness of the palm of a hand has accumulated under the white bones, making people feel as if they are lying in the river mud.

Walking down the stone sorghum, Ning Que saw the eaves of the Demon Sect at first sight, and at the second glance, he saw the white bones outside the Demon Sect's hall that were in the dust of the years, and then he couldn't take his eyes off it.

When the Demon Sect was destroyed, I don't know what kind of tragic battle it went through, there were so many dead people on the periphery alone, and as time passed, these corpses had turned into white bones, only the sharp cuts on them, and the scattered bones scattered around, could still prove some of the cruelty of the past.

Ning Que helped Mo Shanshan through the pile of white bones, and came to the stone steps near the main hall, and found several complete corpses, the heavy armor protected the white bones in the armor, so that they were not scattered, and a few people were still holding their weapons between their hands like branches, and they did not let go until they died for decades after their deaths.

He had seen too many dead people in his life, and he had seen even more cruel pictures, so he could still keep calm, and even squatted down and began to seriously study these complete corpses, but Mo Shanshan had never seen such a terrifying and cruel picture, his beautiful cheeks looked a little pale, and he held his hands tightly, unable to speak at all.

The weapons held by those deceased people were extraordinary, and they were still cold after decades, Ning Que noticed that the armor worn by these people actually had the breath of powerful runes on them, and he was even more shocked, thinking that these people must be the most powerful powerhouses of the Demon Sect back then.

He stretched out his fingers to gently brush the dust off the armor, trying to see the runes clearly, but he didn't do it, when the fingertips just touched the surface of the armor, there was a crisp sound, and the seemingly indestructible armor instantly cracked!

The sound of crisp sounds sounded continuously, and the armor on the powerhouses of the Tao Dynasty Demon Sect in front of the stone steps all cracked, and the powerful rune aura remaining on them also dissipated in the air, and they could no longer feel the slightest.

The fractures of the armor are smooth and shiny, and it is obvious that they have been cut directly by sharp weapons such as swords. Who could cut such a powerful armor with such a light carving? Moreover, that sword intent was actually penetrating through the body and not emitting, condensed in the armor for decades, until it was touched by Ning Que's fingers today, and it suddenly burst out?

Ning Que had the answer in his heart and was silent.

Mo Shanshan was taken aback before, looking at his silence at this time, he saw a little calm, and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, and had some other feelings.

The two walked up the stone steps and pushed open the temple door.

Straight to the point, I saw a huge stone monument like a mountain.

The stele appears to have been polished from a single piece of rock, and the surface is extremely smooth.

"Wordless?"

Mo Shanshan was the first to notice the stone stele, and when he thought of the legends he had heard, he said in surprise.

Ning Que was paying attention to the movements around him, and subconsciously asked, "What is a wordless tablet?"

Mo Shanshan said in a daze: "The great priest of light who betrayed Haotian and founded the Demon Sect once said that those who know me sin against me are the only ones who have ears, so when he died, he asked not to leave a word on the tablet and let the world comment. ”

"It turns out that the one buried under this monument is the Great Priest of Light?"

Ning Que looked up in shock, and then the expression on his face became even more shocked.

Because there are words on the wordless tablet.

A line of words that cannot be felt.

"The Academy Ke Haoran Demon Slayer Sect is here!"