There is great strength in numbers, and there is great courage.

After making a decision, Datu no longer hesitated, settled those compatriots of the Houtu tribe, and Datu led everyone behind a door.

On the path of cultivation, death is often a shadow, and they are very sensitive to the breath of death.

In this artificially dug passage, there is a large amount of dead air floating, as if entering some forbidden place.

The light swayed through the passage, and some simple frescoes were found on the walls on either side of the passage.

Lu Yun also looked over.

A few simple strokes sketched some human figures, and the little people on them knelt on the ground, crying something.

Through the conversion of proportions, it is not difficult for everyone to find that the villains depicted on these murals are the Houtu tribe.

"Every member of the Houtu tribe dies, and there will be an extra mural here."

Datu tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, his tone full of sorrow.

"Go inside, there's more."

Da Tu's fingers stroked over a painting, he didn't say that the painting came from his hand, and he didn't say that the person in the painting who was holding the white bones and crying was his own.

As the patriarch, he has a great responsibility, and the deaths of all the people in the clan are related to him.

Every time I enter here, it's an ordeal.

As we move forward, as Datu said, there are more and more murals, and the brushstrokes are more delicate and complex, and some of them are still colorful.

No matter how rich the colors are, they can't offset the painful and cruel scenes on the picture.

Bones piled up, and wails resounded through the heavens and the earth.

In the endless darkness, groups of little people came together to keep warm, and above them, a black mass squirmed, staring, and laughing wildly.

The realistic picture depicts how the people of the Houtu tribe have lived and died in the hands of the tree demon for hundreds of years.

There is no shortage of scenes of resistance.

But at the end of each of those scenes, the villain was swept into the air by the thick roots, and then the blood was sprinkled and the villain wept.

The closer you get inside, the more shocking the scenes of death become.

Profound traces tell the sad and lamentabled history of this race.

"Here we are."

There is an end to the passage, and when the earth opens, the murals around everyone are like dripping blood.

It's not an illusion, it's the original frescoes, which were indeed painted with blood.

"There." Datu pointed to the wooden door in front of him.

It is said that it is a door, but in fact it is a light wooden plank, without a lock, as if it is placed there to play.

Lu Yun looked very carefully, and the wooden board was fixed by some roots.

This doesn't seem to be the work of the Houtu tribe.

Datu looked at the door with a deep sarcasm in his eyes, and the moment he pushed it open, all the sounds disappeared.

What catches your eye is a pit of 100 people.

The white bones in the pit were stacked, some were intact, some had broken arms and legs, and counted, the number was almost equal to the number of people who had died in the hands of the Dryad over the years.

"This ......"

The crowd was silent and silent.

Looking at the traces of those white bones, it was very casual.

It's like a rag, just throw it away.

The bones collided, and some of the white fingers passed through the chest of their companions, like a hug of death.

In the cold cave, the impact of Sen Ran's white bones made some disciples' faces change.

The bones of the monks are different, and in the same way, traces of cultivation can be seen on the bones of these cultivators in the Ancient Barbarian Mountains.

Compared with those traces, some of the white bones were not low in strength during their lifetimes.

Faintly more than them.

But such a barbarian still died here, and the corpses were piled up here after death and no one came to collect them, like a warning to future generations not to try to explore the unknown ahead.

Whether death or hope awaits you, no one knows.

Dare to bet?

Dare.

But does everyone dare to bet?

Definitely.

Selfishness is a trait that the Terrans have not eliminated.

Behind Lu Yun, a small conversation sounded, and some people retreated and didn't want to move on.

"Senior sister, I'll accompany you."

Liu Ru pulled Lu Yun's arm and whispered, her tone unusually identified.

"Together."

Song Xiao also expressed his position.

Of all the monks, the sword cultivator is the most adventurous.

"Okay."

She nodded, waiting for the rest of the group to decide.

If you want to leave here, it's actually simple, crush the jade pendant you carry, and you can wait for the elders' rescue.

But it also means that you have given up on this operation.

Then the honors achieved by the follow-up sect have nothing to do with you.

However, in the eyes of some people, compared with life, honor is not worth mentioning.

"I choose to leave."

Some people say, it's the people of Linlang Pavilion.

This twin son is standing with his own people, hearing this, Miao Ruoling, who has been smiling, pondered for a moment and nodded.

"Okay, you can go."

Linlang Pavilion started with refining weapons, and those spiritual weapons of the sect were sought after by the entire cultivation world, and in terms of combat effectiveness, they were not the focus of the same as the Divine Medicine Valley.

When they encountered something that made them hesitate and chose to leave, Miao Ruoling could understand.

It's just that as their senior sister, they are still a little disappointed to see their junior brother give up so easily.

Fortunately, only one person chose to leave in Linlang Pavilion.

The man lowered his head, his eyes flickering, and he didn't dare to meet the twins' eyes.

On the other side of the Bodhi Cave, three people stood up.

Facing the eyes of the other people, the three of them were right.

"This matter is none of my business, why should I send it to death."

"Besides, you can't believe what they say, and we don't want to escape, we just want to go to the ground and look for the rest of the people, and someone must have gone out."

There are good reasons for this, and it's really hard to stop it.

Of course, the people of the other sects are not ready to meddle in the affairs of the Bodhi Cave people.

Among the nine sects, speaking of which, the reputation of Bodhi Cave is the worst.

They do a lot of things like bullying the soft and being afraid of the hard, but when they really need to be tough, they are cowardly.

The three men turned and walked back.

However, the disciple of Linlang Pavilion simply crushed the jade pendant, and a burst of light flashed, and a shield appeared on his body.

Lu Yun looked at it, it was very solid, she couldn't split it anyway.

This is a protective measure given by the elders to their own disciples.

The disciple also stepped back and waited for the arrival of the elder in a suitable place.

The rest of the people looked again at the pit of bones.

"What about you, aren't you leaving?"

Lu Yun sent a message to Qi Yun.

Unlike the rest of the sects that acted separately, Qi Yun led all the people to follow her.

If something happens to this, it can't be said that all the army will be wiped out.

"Don't go."

"We left a few people with the Houtu people to treat them, and if something really happens, they can also bring back the message."

Qi Yun could see it.

"And I believe in you, Senior Sister Lu."

The conversation between the two was transmitted by sound, and the surrounding disciples did not know.

There was a faint smile in Lu Yun's eyes, and under the attention of everyone, Lu Yun took a step. (End of chapter)