Finally, after walking inside for who knows how long, Zhou Yuan realized that he had actually seen the entire mural without even realizing it.
After reading all the murals, Zhou Yuan felt as if he had had a big dream that had suddenly traveled through a thousand years.
Looking at the hairball next to him again, the look in his eyes was no longer the same.
As if he noticed the strange look in Zhou Yuan's eyes, Mao Tuan asked Zhou Yuan in surprise: "Master, what are the contents of these murals? Tell me, Mao Tuan."
I don’t understand!”
"Maodan, you are just a spiritual beast who has just awakened your intelligence. Of course you can't understand such a complicated mural. In that case, the master will explain it to you..."
After saying that, Zhou Yuan slowly raised his head and looked at the mural on the wall.
The firelight danced, and his eyes focused on the mural.
Those mysterious murals, accompanied by the jumping firelight, made Zhou Yuan's thoughts once again travel through endless time and space, returning to the time he didn't know how many years ago...
I don’t know how many years ago, this so-called forest of death was actually not a forest of death.
The Death Forest at that time was still very beautiful, and the aura here was quite abundant.
Throughout the jungle, there are countless rare and exotic animals living there, and countless exotic flowers and plants growing in it.
However, such peace did not last long.
On a sudden day, the tranquility here was disturbed by an unexpected guest.
The uninvited guest staggered over, limping, and seemed to have been seriously injured.
However, this man's whole body was shrouded in darkness, and countless black energy emanated from his body, making it difficult for people to see his face clearly.
Just from the moans/moans he made from time to time, we could tell that this person was a man.
Anything in the surrounding forest that comes into contact with this trace of black energy on his body will instantly die as if all its life force has been sucked out.
If trees are contaminated with this trace of black air, they will wither instantly; if animals are contaminated with this trace of black air, they will die instantly.
Everywhere this person walked seemed to have turned into a purgatory on earth.
The smell of death spread throughout the jungle.
Just at this moment, a sound piercing the air was suddenly heard.
Immediately afterwards, a cheerful male voice sounded: "Lian Chonghua, don't leave!"
brush--
A sword shadow flashed past and stopped in front of this person.
The man who called Lian Zhonghua had a sharp look in his eyes, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
He held a big tree with one hand and dug his nails into the trunk, making a "click-click" sound.
This voice was all too familiar, it was his voice.
It seemed that he had finally made it here.
Perhaps this is the fate of being a demon! You can never escape the pursuit of the so-called righteous path.
However, Lian Chonghua felt unwilling to do so.
He was not willing to die like this, and he was not willing to let him be the one who was chasing him right now.
Along with the flash of sword light, a dragon's roar could be heard.