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The middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator will naturally not be negligent. His magic power will be activated and he spoke loudly: "The monks of the sect obey orders and protect themselves, and immediately retreat a hundred feet away, and prohibit the pursuit."

At the same time, the other Yuanying ancestors took action to rescue some disciples who were really trapped in the demon siege. Although they would not kill them directly, it is inevitable to rescue their own disciples, even if they knocked away and damaged some low-level monsters.

"Hmph!" Seeing the human cultivators taking action, the only sixth-level demons in the demon clan were helpless. Naturally, they were not interested in doing such things. No matter what kind of talented seedlings in the demon clan below, it was impossible to let them rescue them. They were used to growing independently and adapted to the difficulty of walking. However, the survival ability of the demon clan is undoubtedly much stronger than that of the human clan. Moreover, relying on a huge number, it is insignificant to damage some low-level monsters. As long as they are not damaged on a large scale, they will not care.

After a long time, I couldn't wait for the sword talisman to reply, and the mid-stage cultivator of the Nascent Soul stage could only do this. After all, there are too many monsters. Even at his age, he has never encountered such a terrifying scene. The cultivator has a strong cultivation level. Most monsters are indeed easy to kill. However, even if he has the support of a battle formation, he may not be able to be fully prepared. Moreover, in the melee, the longer the cultivator's shortcomings become larger, and spiritual reserves, spirit, will, and more fighting with a group of stupid monsters who only know how to kill is a brainless act. Naturally, it is better to end it as soon as possible.

In the deep and wide hall, Zhou Hao looked around and saw many buildings. Especially the magnificent, magnificent, magnificent, and quaint, but he had never thought about it carefully. For him, the role of a house, whether big or small, luxurious or simple, has only one function, which is to shelter from wind and rain and live.

I don’t know if the hall in front of me is illusion and cannot be cracked, so I can only find clues. This seems to be a place for worship. There are some broken mats on the ground. It seems that before the owner left, it was because of some panic that caused the land to be messed up. It was just a long time.

These traces remain far away.

In the hall, it was not a pane, but a completely integrated wall. Zhou Hao's eyes suddenly fell on it and could no longer move away.

Although this wall seems to be the same as the hall of the room, if you are careful, you will find that these walls are not original, but are later embedded in them. Obviously, these are also moved from nowhere.

What attracted Zhou Hao's attention was the pictures on the wall. To be precise, the carvings, although incomplete and incomplete, can still be clearly distinguished from them, the starry sky, the double sun, and the earth.

Isn’t the entire wall depicting the pictures that have been constantly appearing in dreams? They are just too incomplete and many are missing, such as those scenes where they fought outside the domain, and fewer ferocious monsters outside the domain.

These are enough to make Zhou Hao feel magical, but obviously this is not all. Apart from the wall that stretches dozens of feet, the scene depicted is just decoration, but the real theme is human figures.

The first human figure is a green boy with a flying spirit, a heavy sword in his palm, and a seal at his feet. It seems extremely difficult, but his face is free of worries. It seems to have walked out of the desolation, with a giant city in front of it, but Zhou Hao will never be able to see the scene of the giant city clearly.

The second picture is the young man standing alone in the center of the giant city. He has already looked much more mature at this time, showing a little domineering a little, and his outfit is no longer shabby and noble.

In the third picture, a woman stood beside the middle-aged man, with a heavy sword on her side, putting it in her bag, and covering it with a layer of cover. The giant city under her feet had lost its power in the man's eyes, and seemed to be less powerful than the woman beside her. Looking at the woman, Zhou Hao felt a little throbbing in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

In the fourth picture, the style of the painting suddenly changed. The man was covered in blood and his face was twisted. The woman in her arms seemed to be sleeping, with a pale face and little hair left. In her eyes that she refused to close was an empty cradle not far away.

Seeing this place, Zhou Hao didn't feel tears wet his eyes, his pale face, the love in his eyes, the heartbreaking reluctance, his heart is getting deeper and deeper

pain.

The fifth, the sixth, and the picture is finally frozen in the eighteenth picture, but obviously, the painting is no longer complete, and the several paintings have only traces, branches and leaves, and the human figures are not visible at all, so Zhou Hao cannot see the complete ending.

In the silent hall, there was only Zhou Hao's slightly heavy breathing sound. After a long time, Zhou Hao carefully investigated inside and outside the hall again, but found no other. He looked at the pictures deeply, turned around, and left the hall.

It was not that Zhou Hao did not want to use the same trick again, and he took away the walls and murals. One was that he did not want to desecrate the feelings. Secondly, he accidentally touched a mat while walking. The mat was obviously not made of ordinary things. It instantly produced ashes under Zhou Hao's feet, and even a trace did not exist.

Zhou Hao did not dare to try it. Although he didn't know who the mural was written, nor the reason, and even more so, he didn't know the meaning of it. However, Zhou Hao just refused to give up and couldn't bear to let it go, and he wouldn't forgive himself if he had any damage. Instead of doing that, it would be better to stay again.

Turning around and leaving, Zhou Hao did not look back. However, after he left, he did not notice that the mat that was destroyed reappeared. On the mottled walls, figures dissipated, and then twisted and strange words appeared one after another.

The blood was flowing constantly, mixed with countless roars, surging and roaring, and even wanted to break through, but was always firmly confined to the wall and could not get out.

"call……"

After leaving the hall, Zhou Hao relaxed his breath, his eyes were filled with fatigue and joy, and he felt relieved. Although he had not received any opportunity, he was not angry.

I looked up and looked forward. Sure enough, a straight and long path ahead was just under my feet, and I didn’t know where it led!
Chapter completed!