Chapter 653 (1/2)

A silence, only four people walking quietly in the endless corridor.

Quiet, quiet to frightening, the loneliness of the corridor in the dark lingers in people's hearts, from the invisible oppression in the deep darkness, which makes everyone seem relaxed, but their nerves are tense.

”Wait a minute.” After walking about several hundred meters, Xu Yangyi raised his hand. Although the sound was very light, it spread out in the long dark corridor.

Everyone stopped. He flew to the walls on both sides of the corridor and watched carefully.

”What's the problem?” Andre also did not understand. In his eyes, the wall was resplendent, just like the most gorgeous palace he had ever seen in China.

It's just a cold palace.

”There's something wrong with this wall.” Xu Yangyi puts his hand on the wall. With the input of spiritual power, the wall even emits blue lights: ”a Dharma array that can be seen at a glance in the realm of Dagong can't be perceived under Dagong. It's not covered up. It shouldn't be a secret. ”

With the input of aura, the walls began to shine from here to the opposite side, and then spread out. Half an hour later, an endless blue ocean has formed here.

Countless murals, lifelike, blue light floating as if alive. One hundred meters high, the wall can't see the head. The blue light reveals a kind of unspeakable dignity.

”This is... An emperor of China?” Andre pushed his glasses, pondered for a moment and asked, ”this should be the famous scholar burning books. Is this Qin Shihuang?”

On the wall in front of them, the blue light outlined a bloody pattern. With a wave of his hand, a domineering man with high crown and gorgeous clothes was pushed into the endless pit in front of them. Countless books and scholars in long clothes were pushed into the fire pit. Under the blue light, it seems to have come to life and become a human tragedy.

”Why is there Qin Shihuang here?” To his own field of expertise, Zhao Ziqi suddenly spirit up: ”is this the tomb of the Qin emperor?”

”No Xu Yangyi searched the mural inch by inch: ”this must be the domain of monks. Qin Shihuang must not be a monk, otherwise Xu Fu would not have asked for immortality. However, just because of this, why do friars burn books and pit scholars? Such a specific mural

”Not only that, it's only when you set it up as a Dagong that you are qualified to light it up... Can I think that the worst people here were all Dagong?” Said Andre.

Zhao Ziqi looked at the endless corridor and could not help shaking.

Are you kidding?

It can hold thousands of Dagong at least. Is the ancient earth so powerful?

”What are you still looking at?” Andre asked, ”Sir x, I don't think there's a problem with this mural.”

Xu Yangyi turned around and said, ”it's just a secret place once, because the mural changed the final form and formed a habit. Let's go. ”

A few people went on.

It's still a story of burning books and burying scholars. It's very long. About 100 meters later, a new image finally appeared.

All kinds of fairies.

”This is... Sanqing?” Zhao Ziqi finally played the role of DPS. Standing on the murals, he enthusiastically counted the past one by one: ”Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, Taiqing moral Tianzun... This is... Um... Nvwa Niang? Is this Gonggong? Are these four fierce beasts

Slowly a mural, almost all the characters in Chinese mythology, whether it is Buddhism or Taoism, as for Confucianism without God, once again for hundreds of meters.

Xu Yangyi and Andre both frowned.

Unnatural

I always feel that there is something unnatural in.

However, they did not speak and went on.

More than 300 meters of immortal murals, 300 meters later, the murals changed again.

Unlike just now, this is not a complete mural, but a collection of numerous murals.

A scholar is writing hard on his desk. Under their pen, a familiar Chinese immortal, who is the one on the mural just now, ascends by the auspicious clouds. Under a tree, an old man shakes a fan, and the immortals ride on the cloud one by one, floating out of it. There are also Taoist halls and private schools with different gods floating out.

Their costumes are obviously older than those of Qin Dynasty. Even some people are already the clothes of the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

”This... Myth?” Xu Yangyi's eyes flashed and finally understood what was wrong just now.

It's not in the right order.

”It's flashback.” His hand flicked across the mural: ”how the narrative myth spread.”But the next picture makes them frown more deeply.

The people in the picture, even before Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, even entered the tribal era.