The ministers and prime ministers who had originally bowed to the people in the chair bowed down their waists more respectfully.

At this time, Yan Yan's palm tree had grown into a giant tree that held the sky and the earth in the entire mural.

All the people in the mural are surrounded by the giant trees, as if seeking the protection of the divine trees.

The branches and leaves of the divine wood finally stretched toward the zenith of the future, and spread out the entire picture that was originally blank little by little.

When the last leaf covered the blank in the corner of the wall, it started to rain from the dome above the sky.

The raindrops fell on everyone's faces, and Zhang Hui exclaimed: "This rain is actually real!"

Yueya reached out to receive the rain in her hand, and a warmth suddenly arose in her hand: "This rain is so comfortable and full of vitality."

Everyone felt the same way, nodded, and their eyes couldn't help but fall to the murals.

It was also raining on the murals.

The people who were worshipped and the soldiers who fought had all left their original positions in the painting.

They had more agricultural tools in their hands, and people walked into the fields and started to farm in the drizzle.

It was originally just a magnificent mural, but with this infusion of green, it seemed to come alive.

Just as everyone was feeling the busy spring farming picture, the sound of heavy stones moving sounded in their ears.

The first stone door is slowly opening automatically...

"Let's go."

Yan Yan said something

Her hands had left the mural, but the dome was still scattering fine raindrops down.

Everyone stepped on the rain to the second step.

When he walked by, Yu Xinzhu smiled at Yan Yan, and her expression was obviously much easier than when she first came in.

"I think the tomb owner is a good person."

Yan Yan also smiled at her.

But she said nothing.

Everyone walked into the second tomb, and Yan Yan walked at the end.

When he stepped onto the steps, Yan Yan stopped and couldn't help but turn around to look at the back in the upper corner of the mural.

She found that although the back was still standing next to the little rustling bun, she had turned around.

But my face is a little squinting and I can't see clearly.

Yan Yan turned around and turned her eyes to the next tomb.

It is darkness that cannot be worn at first sight...

Everyone stood in front of the door, no one walked inside.

When I entered the first tomb chamber before, light came in outside the open underground palace gate.

Although the light is still dark, you can barely see the environment inside the tomb.

When I arrived at this tomb, it was completely dark.

"Our cultivation seems to be restricted, and we can't see anything in this tomb chamber."

The monk had no obstacles to seeing things at night, but in this tomb chamber, he looked like a normal person, and his eyes were completely pitch black.

Yue Ya reminded everyone in a deep voice: "I have already said in the tomb just now that the ban in this underground palace is higher than my cultivation level. It is certain that there is a ban. You can't wait to act rashly!"

Yan Yan: "The more you go inside the underground palace, the formations and restrictions will only become stronger and stronger. Aunt Ya is right, everyone should be extra careful."

In order not to disturb the prohibitions here, Yan Yan did not use spiritual qi to generate flames.

She found a few wooden sticks from the ring, wrapped them with cloth strips on one end, and some grease was stained, and made several temporary torches to distribute them to everyone.

The torch was lit, but the flame in the heart of the flame was not as blue as ordinary flames, but appeared a dreamy golden powder, and the air was filled with the fragrance of fried rice.

Yu Xinzhu stared at the torch that Yan Yan had just sent her in her hand. She looked at the transparent and white wood in her palm, and couldn't help asking, "What kind of wood is this?"

Yan Yan grinned and said, "I will just use a few wooden sticks I found."

Yu Xinzhu glanced at Yan Yan with a calm look, her lips moved, and she didn't make a sound.

Of course, Yan Yan understood her lips and just smiled and didn't care.

Yu Xinzhu said, "Langyanmu, right?" and then said: "Popularity!

The Langyan Divine Tree is indeed a bit of a waste of money, but Yan Yan has no choice.

There are only a few yarn woods in her ring suitable for making torches.

Even if you go to the Sumeru realm to look for it, there is no cheap wood.

In addition to the large patches of lush wood forests, there are even more large patches of rubber forests.

In Yan Yan's mind, it is difficult to tell which tree is more valuable.

The torch quickly illuminated the second tomb, and the spacious tomb was clear at a glance, but no one walked in.

"What's this?"

Kou Mingcheng let out the first scream, staring at the mural on the wall with disbelief.

Although the rest of the people didn't say it, their expressions were similar to those of Kou Mingcheng. In addition to being surprised, they were also horror.

The tomb chamber is basically the same area as the structure they just passed by before. It is also a structure with a round sky and a square place. The only difference is the mural on the wall.

If the style of that mural is complex and magnificent, then the style of this room is dark and depressing.

The main color of the whole picture is dark gray, like a fog contaminated by smoke and dust.

Someone was vaguely shuttled and went around in the fog, as if he was doing some meaningless work.

Those who work hard are dark mud under the hoe and there is no dealer at all.

The woman holding the baby in her arms was feeding the child intently, but there was only a small skeleton left in her arms.

Although you can't see the expressions of the characters clearly, you can feel the people in the painting being enslaved by all kinds of heavy sufferings and endless sufferings.

There is no scene of a large area of ​​bloody massacre, but it will make people feel a strong sense of depression. If you watch it for a little longer, you will feel depressed, angry, or even commit suicide...

"What are these people doing? What they clearly do is meaningless, why do they still need to do it?"

Looking at the people on the murals, Wu Xian was born from the bottom of his heart with a strong sadness that he could not help but roaring out his pain.

His roar only echoed in the dark tomb chamber, but the sound seemed to be spreading far away.

After roaring, Wu Xian found that the farmers who were clearly dragging their hoe and hudging the mud without a crop had actually straightened their waists.

Wu Xian thought he was dazzled, so he blinked and calmed down and looked at the farmer again.

This time, he actually saw the farmer's face clearly.

The farmer's face has become thin and deformed due to long-term malnutrition, with almost no flesh and blood, just like a skeleton wrapped in a human skin. It is ugly and terrifying.

In fact, what made Wu Xian feel terrified was not the appearance of the farmer's thin appearance, but his eyes.

The farmer's big white eyeballs were like two white balls suddenly embedded in his eye sockets. The black eyeballs were extremely small, as small as rice grains.

At this moment, these eyes were staring at Wu Xian, staring straight at the ground.

Wu Xian staggered back in fright and almost fell down.

Because of the long-term suffering, those eyes no longer believe that there are still beautiful things in the world.

From those eyes, everyone looks like an evil ghost who wants to seduce him into hell.

After watching this for a long time, my eyes became resentful.
Chapter completed!