Wang Le stood there and thought for a while.

Reminiscing about Taishangqing's words.

Taishangqing has changed a lot, and in Wang Le's view, it is all aspects.

He said that he had been here, a long time ago, Wang Le did not know how long this was a long time, but if he was telling the truth, then according to the recorded records, the last time the mouth of God was opened was one hundred and twenty years ago.

In other words, at least more than a hundred years ago, Tai Shangqing had already entered here, but for some reason, he couldn't remember clearly?

Wang Le snorted.

Moreover, Tai Shangqing said that this place is a forbidden place, not a tomb.

In other words, this tomb is a forbidden place, after all, there is a big man buried in it.

Tai Shangqing didn't leave much useful information for himself, but made his mind even more confused.

But at least, he was out of the control of the old man Xinmo, and the old man was gone, without this very powerful enemy, Wang Le's heart suddenly relaxed a lot.

He looked up and looked at the mural above his head, where five more drawings appeared, but he didn't know if they were connected to the one he saw earlier.

He looked at the first picture, which depicted a bustling city where the people lived and worked in peace and happiness, and the owner of the city was a general.

Seeing this, Wang Le wondered if this general was the same person as the general on the mural he had seen in the tunnel stone room before.

At this time, the general went out to fight, returned triumphantly, the people welcomed him, and the children invited the general back with various flowers, and the whole city was immersed in a joyful atmosphere.

Seeing this, Wang Le immediately determined that it was the same person.

Then he looked at the second picture, which depicted that it wasn't long before the entire city was suddenly infected with a plague that was highly fatal and had no effective cure.

Soon, countless people suddenly died in the originally prosperous city, and the people fled one after another, and the whole city was full of mourning, and the people were struggling to survive.

He quickly looked towards the third picture.

In order to control the plague, the emperor ordered the city to be sealed and sent soldiers to capture the people who had fled outside the city.

Ordinary people were trapped in the city, but without effective treatment, the number of deaths was even higher for a time, and all kinds of corpses could be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, children lying on the corpses of their parents and crying in the sky, and crows hovering in the sky in search of food.

Wang Le then looked at the fourth picture.

The plague in the city was not controlled, but became more and more severe, rapidly spreading to the surrounding cities.

In order to control the plague, the emperor invited two mages to come.

The mages entered the plague-stricken city, set up an altar, killed cattle and bloodied, and then begged the emperor to dig deep pits in the city, throw all the people into the pits, and then send down thunder to kill the infected and uninfected.

Hundreds of people died in the pit, looking horrible and miserable.

From 80-year-olds to three- and four-year-old children, they all die.

At that time, the heavens could not tolerate this kind of killing, and it rained rainlessly, and at night, the moon was red, and the Buddha was stained with a layer of blood.

He then looked at the last picture.

The actions of the two mages were indeed effective in controlling the plague and saving the entire country, and the emperor rewarded him.

However, for the general, the emperor lowered the blame.

Because of the untimely handling of things, the disappearance of an entire city, the death of countless people, the generals and their people who once enjoyed great military exploits were escorted back to the city where there were no living people for execution, and the corpses were still on the execution table and were eaten by countless black crows.

When Wang Le saw this, his mood fluctuated for a while, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

As a modern person, he has been involved in major forums, and from this short story, he can always see some cattiness.

Here, there is an extremely incongruous atmosphere.

He looked towards the altar and finally found a spiritual seat at the foot of the altar.

Wang Le picked up the spiritual seat and looked upward.

What a coincidence, the text on it seems familiar, although it is a little unfamiliar, but Wang Le can still vaguely recognize it.

"This is the script of the ancient Chu State?"

Wang Le was puzzled for a while.

"King Boliang. ”

Is that the name of the general?

"Could it be that he is the general of the Chu State?"

It's just that there seems to have never been a general in the history of the Chu State, the name of King Boliang, and there has never been any document recording the existence of that plague.

Wang Le frowned, if King Boliang was really from Chu, and the plague really happened in the cities of Chu, but now there is no trace of it, then I am afraid that it is really too big.

He placed the cleaned spirit card, there was no incense, Wang Le could only make three respectful salutes to the spirit seat.

The first salute is due respect for the deceased,

The second salute is the respect that heroes deserve,

The third gift is due respect for the truth.

After the ceremony, Wang Le was about to get up and walk out, but suddenly he heard a slight cracking sound behind him.

Click-

The spirit position suddenly cracked, and a piece of white jade fell on it.

Wang Le looked back and was stunned and stayed there.

"What's going on?"

He hesitated, walked over, and saw that the spiritual seat had been broken into small pieces of powder, and a piece of white jade was buried inside.

He took the white jade in his hand.

Wang Le was slightly silent, and the spiritual power in his body surged, heading towards the white jade in his hand.

In an instant, a ray of light gathered and appeared, flew out, and poured into Wang Lemei's heart.

Some information immediately appeared in Wang Le's mind.

He was stunned, and then he was overjoyed.

"This is actually another style of Tiangang Qinglian Sword Technique-Attack Method!"

The Qinglian Sword Technique is a swordsmanship in the Tiangang Technique, and it is rumored to be the most powerful swordsmanship of the Shushan Sect.

At present, Wang Le's mastery of one style of swordsmanship is to break the French style, and only one style has become Wang Le's strongest magic power at present, and he is very lucky to get the French breaking style.

Unexpectedly, now under this kind of opportunity, he actually got another attacking method.

How Wang Le is not surprised, how not happy.

This swordsmanship should not have been put on by King Boliang, after all, King Boliang should have been dead for a long time at that time, and it is estimated that the descendants set up this spiritual position for King Boliang in their memories, and then put the attacking style into it and gave it to someone who was destined.

It's just that Wang Le's face suddenly showed a strange look.

What kind of habit is this, worshipping the spiritual position will give magical powers? Then the spiritual position will be shattered, is this considered the bad taste of the person who stands the card?

Could it be that the man knew the king of Boliang?

Wang Le didn't think about it, he saluted the pile of powder on the altar, and then turned around and left the tower.

He didn't leave in a hurry, but found the most hidden stone chamber nearby, and then sacrificed the magic weapon, and dug out a small stone chamber in the stone chamber, and then arranged a hidden formation, and Wang Le's figure went directly into it

He had to seize the time to comprehend that style of swordsmanship, and increase his strength a little more, then the more secure he would be.

Especially what Tai Shangqing said to himself, he faintly felt that there seemed to be a very terrifying existence in this place.

Moreover, according to the records on the frescoes, King Boliang did not really die, but met the gods, who gave him a resurrection.

If it's true, it's terrifying!