Standing up, her eyes turned to the miserable murals on the wall.

Suddenly, he pulled out the torch inserted in front of him, and Yan Yan poked the burning torch towards the wall with force.

Langyan wood is a spiritual sacred tree. When you touch the mural, you feel as if you feel the alien aura in the mural that repels it. Suddenly, it ignites the entire wall in the blink of an eye.

No one expected Yan Yan to set fire to the murals, and everyone was shocked.

Zhang Hui stared at the murals nervously and asked in a trembling voice: "Sect Master, if the murals are burned, will we be angry with the tomb owner?"

Several disciples from Jiange also nodded.

Obviously, their ideas are the same as those of Zhang Hui.

Sun Fan couldn't help but worry and said, "Although these are murals, there are restrictions on them. These must be carefully arranged by the tomb owner. If we destroy them, he may be unhappy."

Even Yueya looked at the murals with some regrets and couldn't help but whisper: "Although it's just murals, the people there seem to be real."

She had also entered the illusion before, and like Wu Xian and the others, she had experienced the unimaginable suffering in the illusion.

Thinking of the experience in the painting at this moment, I can't help but feel sad for those suffering people.

Yan Yan looked at the mural burning by the fire with expressionless face, and his voice was calm.

"It's not like the real thing. What you see is the real world."

Everyone looked at Yan Yan in surprise.

Yan Yan: "The world you see is the dark zodiac that the Chie tribe once lived outside the territory."

Yu Xinzhu frowned: "How could this tomb owner carve the life scenes of the dark Daze in his own cemetery?"

Yan Yan walked towards the burning murals, and the spiritual qi flames ignited by the lush wood could not hurt her at all.

She stretched out her hand and gently stroked the walled worlds that were about to lose the sea of ​​fire, and whispered: "Because I saw the owner of the tomb of this underground palace."

This sentence shocked everyone again.

There was a golden halo flowing in the dark children's hole, like a strand of thin quicksand, looming among the Yanyan's two children.

Her eyes staring at the mural seemed to pass through the sea of ​​fire in front of her, through the hard walls, and into the sad and dark world.

She seemed to have returned to the mural, and under the lonely tree, she saw Princess Tashalan again.

"I know this is what you always want to do."

"How do you know what I want to do?"

Ta Xialan's eyes were still calm, and she looked at Yan Yan quietly through the sea of ​​fire.

Yan Yan also had a quiet look: "From the body, family, village, country, country, and world, so..."

The voice paused slightly: "From my heart to see your heart. Therefore, I know what you think, and stop the war with war."

I don’t know if it was reflected by the fire or was excited by Yan Yan’s words, Tashalan’s white face finally blushed and there was light in his eyes.

As if he had found the soulmate in the cycle of reincarnation through time and space, Ta Xialan showed a sincere smile to Yan Yan: "I'm very happy to see you."

Yan Yan also nodded slightly to Ta Xialan, with sincere respect in his eyes.

Although it is separated by a distant space and time;

Despite the rush of time;

Although not even divine friendship;

But at this moment, Yan Yan had already thought of what Taxialan did back then.

She died in such a noble status, but why did she not return to the land of her hometown?

Yan Yan could understand how huge pressure Taxialan had to bear for peace inside and outside the Great Lakes and how much injustice and misunderstandings he had endured.

It's just that her people don't understand her.

In the end, she could only sleep in a foreign land.

The fire sucked the entire wall and finally burned to the lonely tree.

Taxialan is no longer under the tree, and even in the real world, the figure of the solitary figure no longer exists.

But no one except Yan Yan noticed this detail.

Because no one except Yan Yan can reach that tree.

Retracting the spiritual sense that was exploring into the painting, Yan Yan said softly to the lonely tree that was about to be burned out: "Please rest assured, your highness, I will go to Canglang City."

The flame licked the last small piece of mural. When Yan Yan finished speaking, the door to the inner room was opened slowly.

Everyone stepped up the steps, but Yan Yan still stood there without moving.

Seeing that she did not move, everyone stopped and looked at her in confusion.

Looking around the wall that had turned into a scorched earth, Yan Yan suddenly threw the torch towards the wall in the southeast corner.

The torch of Langyan wood was still burning, and a golden thread was drawn in the air and hit the wall violently.

A hole was chiseled by torches on the wall. In everyone's puzzled eyes, a green branch and leaf popped in from the narrow hole.

The tender branches were like a curious elf, carefully putting their arms into the tomb chamber, and then suddenly the green light shone brightly.

The trees in the next mural began to grow wildly in this room.

The green and tender branches and leaves covered the entire wall in the blink of an eye, including the charred dome, and the entire tomb chamber was full of green.

This scene in front of us shocked everyone.

It also touched everyone.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts at the same time.

It seems that the world full of sorrow has finally been redeemed.

Finally there is no regret.

Yan Yan turned around and stepped onto the steps deep into the underground palace.

"Thank you"

It was as if a sound came from the void.

Everyone stopped and turned their eyes to Yan Yan.

They all heard this sound.

Yan Yan walked inward with a calm face.

Yu Xinzhu and others naturally knew that the sound in the void was said to Yan Yan.

Yan Yan said before that she had met the owner of this underground palace.

What did the two talk about when they met? No one asked in a tacit understanding.

No one asked Yan Yan who the owner of the underground palace was.

Yan Yan walked inward in silence.

Everyone followed her silently.

Walking into the third stone gate, the main tomb chamber appeared in front of everyone.

Both abrupt and unusual.

Maybe the experiences of the first two tombs were too fantastic, and everyone was ready to go in and need to undergo more severe tests.

So, when everyone suddenly found that they had walked to the main tomb of the underground palace, their faces were filled with disbelief and at a loss.

Now come in?

Yan Yan was the first to walk into the main tomb. When she saw the furnishings in the main tomb, her expression was very calm, but she looked at her admiration for the owner of the tomb.

The furnishings of the main tomb are very simple, and they can even be said to be a bit simple.

It is said to be a tomb chamber, but it is actually more like the room where the tomb owner lived before his lifetime, because in this tomb, there is not even a coffin.

There are two stone boxes against the wall, inside which are some clothes for daily wear. Next to the stone box is a stone table with bronze mirrors for dressing.

That's all.

There is no gorgeous clothes or precious burial. Except for a jade-sharpened comb in front of the bronze mirror, there is not even a jewelry box.

In the center of the house is a stone bed, and the owner of the tomb lies quietly on it.

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ps: Yan Yan's words come from "Laozi Chapter 54" Heshang Gong's version: Cultivation of Contemplation
Chapter completed!