After a long time, Yang Zhao and Xiaobai gradually woke up in this shock, but their relationship was very complicated.

This place can be said to be a legendary unknowable place, because the classics in the cultivation realm have never recorded this place, and when you look at the main hall, you only feel desolate, and the more empty and majestic it is, the more desolate it feels, and the picture of countless believers kneeling on the huge stone beam to worship Huangquan can't help but make Yang Zhao and Xiaobai feel countless sighs.

To be able to open up such a huge otherworldly space in the valley, if the person who opened up such a space is not a legendary immortal, it is really hard to imagine who has the ability to open up this place.

Yang Zhao and Xiaobai sighed, but they couldn't help but have a strong sense of insignificance.

Immediately afterwards, in front of him, Yang Zhao thought of more things.

Perhaps it was because this simulated land of Yellow Springs could not be allowed in the world, so that someone would build such an almost miraculous space in the gap between the Netherworld and the Cultivation Realm, but if it was explained in this way, how could those demon cultivators know how to open this space? Could it be that the ancestors of those demon cultivators were related to the monsters in the Netherworld?

After standing on the edge of the rock wall and watching in silence for a long time, Yang Zhao and Xiaobai walked onto the stone beam. The thick stone sorghum connects the space in the main hall, and finally converges in the air in the distance, the stone sorghum is extremely thick, which can accommodate four carriages to move side by side, looking at the impact marks and broken stones, can not smash these stone sorghums, it can be seen that this stone beam is so strong, two people walking on it, it is impossible to make the stone sorghum have the slightest vibration.

After all, the stone is suspended in the air at a very high level, there is no cover next to it, there is a wind whistling and sweeping, and the echo is slowly twisting, giving people an extremely terrifying feeling, Yang Zhao looked at the empty world outside the stone sorghum, listened to the wind in his ears, felt that his legs were a little stiff, and thought that if he was blown down to the stone sorghum by the wind, he might have to fly in the air for a long time before falling to the extremely deep underground in the main hall.

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

The speed under Yang Zhao and Xiaobai's feet was much faster than at the beginning, and he was even able to divide his energy 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 under his feet, there were suddenly deep lines, which went deep into the hard stones, stretching in seemingly irregular directions, and there were tiny gravels rolling in the lines with the breeze.

Yang Zhao took advantage of the falling sky above to look carefully, and found that the lines on these stone beams were combined together, and it was actually a painting with very simple lines, these brushes were clumsy and powerful, and they should be engraved by metal weapons inside the sword and axe, which looked like extremely ancient rock paintings.

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 book

A man with a vague face, wearing clothes like a straw skirt around his waist, holding a book in his hand, stood on the earth by the Yellow Spring, roaring 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 forest by the wildfire, weeping bitterly as the yellow spring rolled down to the earth.

The third petroglyph depicts the Netherworld Sea of Blood

The sea of blood overflowed the yellow spring and sprinkled on the earth, and people could not save their bodies in the face of the sea of blood, so they had to be drowned by this netherworld sea of blood.

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 the underworld sprinkled into the world, the pain and struggle of people after being submerged in the sea of blood, no matter how vague the faces of the people in the petroglyphs are, but it clearly shows that they no longer belong to the human identity, and slowly assimilate into ghosts.

The petroglyphs on the sorghum are still spreading, and as these people who are submerged in the sea of blood have mastered their bodies, as well as their will and 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.

Yang Zhao and Xiaobai 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 these people to carve these rocks on the stone sorghum back then, whether these people were the ancestors of those demon cultivators, or maybe they were ghosts in the netherworld.

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 ghosts that have multiplied and occupied the world, and those small stone caves seem to be the hands raised by the ghosts when they cheer and celebrate.

Above the three rows of straight lines, deep stone lines form a sea of blood, as well as a yellow spring.

Xiao Bai'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.

Yang Zhao stared at the last petroglyph, holding Mo Xiaobai'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 he is in a mysterious space like a wilderness at this time, and there is no time for him to think carefully, thinking about these problems such as Fauvist symbolism Dalí, even if he wants to think about it, the picture he saw after leaving Shiliang and stepping on the stone flat hanging high in the center of the space does not allow him to think about it anymore.

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, Yang Zhao saw the eaves of the hall in the space at first sight, and at the second glance, he saw these white bones outside the hall in the dust of the years, and then he couldn't take his eyes off.

Could it be that this space experienced a very tragic battle many years ago? Yang Zhao didn't know.

But there were so many dead on the periphery alone, and as time passed, the corpses had turned to white bones, and only the sharp cuts on them, and the scattered bones scattered around, could still prove some of the cruelty of the past.

Yang Zhao and Xiao Bai walked 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 tree branches, and they did not let go until they died for decades.

He hadn't seen many dead people in his two lives, let alone seen such a cruel picture, so it was difficult for his mind to remain calm, and Xiaobai had never seen such a terrifying and cruel picture, his beautiful cheeks looked a little pale, holding Yang Zhao's hand tightly, and he couldn't speak at all.

The treasures and spiritual weapons held by those deceased people between their bones and hands were extraordinary, and after hundreds of thousands or even thousands of years, they were still cold, Ning Que noticed that the immortal armor worn by these people actually had a powerful forbidden rune aura, and he was even more shocked, thinking that these people must be those extremely powerful powerhouses back then, or they could also be ancient monks.

Because the method of forging immortal armor forbidden by runes has long been lost in the cultivation realm, only those ancient monks who have long disappeared after the opening of the world in ancient times can have such immortal armor.

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

The crisp sound sounded continuously, and the immortal armor on the bodies of these mysterious powerhouses in front of the stone steps all shattered, and the powerful forbidden aura remaining on them also dissipated in the air, and they could no longer feel the slightest.

The fracture of the immortal armor was smooth and shiny, and it was obviously cut directly by a sharp weapon such as a sword. Who could cut such a powerful immortal armor with such a light carving? Moreover, that sword intent was actually penetrating the body without emanating, condensing in the immortal armor for decades, until it was touched by Yang Zhao's fingers today, and it suddenly burst out.

Could it be that this is the work of the legendary immortal weapon? Yang Zhao had no answer in his heart, and was silent,

Xiao Bai was taken aback before, looking at his silence at this time, he saw that he was a little calm, and couldn't help but be a little moved, and holding Yang Zhao's little hand became more urgent.

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.

"Netherworld. Xiao Bai was the first to notice the stone tablet, and when he thought of the legends he had heard, he said in surprise.

Yang Zhaozheng paid attention to the movements around him, and subconsciously asked, "What?

Xiao Bai frowned and said, "How is it possible, the words on this are written in the Netherworld." ”

Yang Zhao looked up, and the expression on his face immediately became even more shocked.

Because there are words on the bottom of the monument of the Netherworld.

A line of words that cannot be felt.

"Taixu Gate, Lu Xu, and the White Fox Demon King of Qingming Mountain, Yun Piao, swayed and destroyed ghosts here. ”

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PS: Erase, the chapter name is wrong again, hurry up and revise it.

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