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The stone beam 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 lawn 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. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xu Chen and Duanmu Rong's speed under their feet was much faster than at the beginning, and he was even able to divide his spirit to take a look at the scenery around the stone beam, although all the surroundings of the stone beam were dark and empty, and there was no scenery at all.

Then he noticed that under his feet, there were suddenly deep lines, and those lines were deep into the hard stone beams, which seemed to stretch in all directions irregularly, and there were tiny gravel rolling in the lines with the mountain wind.

Xu Chen took a serious look through the falling sky above, and found that the lines on these stone beams were combined to be a painting with very simple lines, these brushes were clumsy and powerful, they should be carved by metal weapons inside the knife and axe, and it looked like some kind of rock art that was extremely ancient.

The petroglyphs on the stone beams gradually appeared in front of them in turn as the footsteps of the two men moved, and these petroglyphs were large and there were many of them.

The first petroglyph depicts a monstrous flood.

A man with a vague face, dressed in a straw skirt around his waist and holding a pickaxe in his hand, stood on an earthen cliff near 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, seemed to bury the dead, seemed to save the living, they did not roar, did not cry, and went on with their lives.

Each petroglyph depicts the anger of God descending to the world, and depicts the suffering and struggle of human beings.

The petroglyphs on the stone beams are still spreading, 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.

Xu Chen and Duanmu Rong 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 petroglyphs on the stone beams back then, but as a member of the human race, there would always be some vague feelings.

At the very front of the stone beam, the last petroglyph is very simple, with fewer lines than all the previous petroglyphs, and at the bottom is 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.

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

Xu Chen stared at the last petroglyph, holding Duanmurong'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 at the entrance of the abandoned Demon Sect Hall, which is like a wilderness, and there is no time for him to think carefully, thinking about these issues such as Fauvist Symbolism Dali, even if he wants to think about it, the picture he saw after leaving the stone beam and stepping on the stone flat hanging in the middle of the snow peak space does not allow him to think about it anymore.

Countless stone beams 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 ashes on the temple that blow fly up and down.

Outside the hall there were countless white bones, and the floating ashes fell through the cracks of these 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 beam, Xu Chen's first sight was the eaves of the Demon Sect's hall, and the second glance saw these white bones outside the Demon Sect's hall 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.

Xu Chen helped Duanmu Rong 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 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 Duanmu Rong 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 after decades of time, they were still cold, Xu Chen noticed that the armor worn by these people actually had the aura 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 and gently brushed the dust off the armor, trying to see the runes clearly, but he didn't expect that when the fingertips just touched the surface of the armor, there was a crisp click, and the seemingly indestructible armor instantly cracked!

The sound of crisp sounds sounded continuously, and the armor on the bodies of these previous Demon Sect powerhouses in front of the stone steps all shattered, 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 through such a powerful armor so easily with a sword? And that sword intent was actually penetrating through the body without emanating, condensed in the armor for decades, until it was touched by Xu Chen's fingers today, and it suddenly burst out?

Xu Chen had the answer in his heart and was silent.

Duanmu Rong was taken aback before, looking at his silence at this time, he saw that he was a little calm, and he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, and he 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?"

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

Xu Chen was vigilantly paying attention to the movements around him, and subconsciously asked, "What is a wordless tablet?"

Duanmu Rong was stunned and said: "I once heard someone say 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 ...... is buried under this monument"

Xu Chen 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 eternally written, "The Xuanwei Demon Slayer Sect is here!"

The words on the stele are deep into the stone, with the sharp meaning left by the tip of the sword, vertical and horizontal.

Xu Chen looked at the line of words on the stele, his eyebrows slowly raised, he didn't express any emotion, he looked at it in silence for a long time, and then he left without saying a word, avoiding the scattered white bones under his feet and looking to the side.

He circled around the wordless stele a few times, and finally went back to the stele, raised his head again and looked at the stele silently, raised his eyebrows as if he was about to fly, pointed to the words on the stele and said with a smile: "It turned out that he wrote it." ”

Duanmu Rong once heard the teacher say that the entrance of the Demon Sect Hall was destroyed at the hands of a certain senior master, but for some reason, the name of the senior master did not spread, and she once guessed whether it would be the person who disappeared at a glance in the world, and there was no evidence.

Today, when she went deep into the wasteland to the entrance of the Demon Sect, she saw Xu Chen's expression different all the way, especially the kneeling in the array, which made her more and more firm in her guess, and finally got confirmation from Xu Chen's mouth at this time, but she still felt a little shocked - Destroying the Demon Sect with a single sword, how powerful was that senior back then?

Her brows furrowed slightly, her thin red lips pursed into a line, and after a moment of silence, she looked at Xu Chen's gradually flying eyebrows and sparse expression, and asked softly, "You don't seem to be very proud." ”

Xu Chen nodded honestly. In order to resolve the spiritual impact brought by the inscription, he looked around before, and found that the residual breath on the bones of those dead Demon Sect powerhouses was still strong, especially the hardness of those white bones seemed to exceed ordinary steel, and he couldn't help but be even more shocked, so many Demon Sect powerhouses were as vulnerable as Yuyang Spring Snow in front of Xuanwei Haoran's sword, so it can be imagined how terrifying Xuanwei's realm strength was back then.

However, pride and pride can't be eaten, Xu Chen and Duanmu Rong came to the entrance of the Demon Sect Hall after a lot of hardships, for the sake of the book of heaven and the breath left by Xuanwei, standing in front of the stele and watching the memorial for a while, they continued to walk towards the hall, and he felt the breath of Xuanwei in the hall behind the stele.

The main hall of the Demon Sect is still magnificent and majestic, the seemingly simple stone beam structure, painted with those complicated oil paint pictures, it naturally reveals a bit of sacredness, hundreds of stone statues are erected on both sides of the spacious passage, carved with strange gods and demons that can rarely be seen in the Central Plains countries, each hideous and silent.

The passage gradually became deeper, but it was still dry without a trace of dampness, but fortunately, when the desolate people built this room, the design of ventilation and lighting was particularly exquisite, and Xu Chen and the others walked hundreds of steps inside, and they could still see things with their eyes.

As he went deeper into the main hall of the Demon Sect, the aura that made Xu Chen close and moving became stronger and stronger, and gradually became some kind of actual existence, he looked at the front silently, not knowing what he would see later, the Heavenly Book Ming Scroll or the secret of the Demon Sect, no matter which one it was, he just hoped not to see what he didn't want to see.

There were more and more corpses in the passage, and at the turn, the white bones were even superimposed together, turning into a small mountain, Xu Chen helped Duanmu Rong to walk in the meantime, looking at the deeper and deeper vertical and horizontal sword marks on the wall, imagining the bloody battle that took place here back then, and couldn't help but feel palpitations.

At the end of the passage of the main hall of the Demon Sect was a very ordinary room, which was supposed to be extremely spacious, but now a hill of white bones and dried corpses occupied the center of the room, so it was extremely crowded and cramped.

"How many people died back then. ”