Then, a warm light lit up, and all the masters cast spells to illuminate the darkness.
"I also thought it would be such a powerful force, but I didn't expect that power didn't appear." Ah Jian raised her beautiful eyebrows and said with some suspicion. Could it be that the method used was wrong and that it came to the wrong place?
After seeing that there was nothing in this dark cave, Ah Jian became more sure of his idea.
Must be wrong!
She has painstakingly investigated for many years and found out that there is indeed a supreme treasure in the treasure of Emperor Hades, as well as the worry-free flower that can save her life!
"Hey, this place was destroyed not long ago, which means Su Qianqian did come here." Bai Yi on the other side raised the bright pearl in his hand and shined it on a cave wall. There was a huge pit on it.
There is still some heat around the pit, which proves that it was created not long ago.
The one that can create this effect must be Su Qianqian's Vulcan Crossbow.
Everyone else walked over to have a look. Baoyu took Zi Liufeng's hand, raised his head and asked, "Is mother still here?"
Zi Liufeng looked up at the big pit, then shook his head: "She is not in this cave."
"Your Majesty, please come and take a look. There are many carvings on the walls of this cave!" Haitang discovered the murals on the other side.
The group of people walked over again, and the light released by the magic weapon was enough to illuminate all the murals.
Those narrative pictures were presented to everyone one by one, and everyone was attracted by some kind of power to see the stories described in those pictures.
There was only one person with a cold face, his eyes quickly swept over the mural, then he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled sarcastically.
Sure enough, those old guys don't allow secrets to be brought into the dust. No matter what, they want future generations to have the opportunity to see it.
Even though that means endless shame to them!
He sneered at the mural, his purple eyes full of disdainful ridicule!
The palm of his hand was pinched. He lowered his head and looked at Baoyu's tender and delicate face.
"Dad," Baoyu said cautiously, with a hint of evasive uneasiness in his black eyes, "is the person who was tied up...my mother?"
Baoyu's voice is childish, as agile as snow in the darkness
When he finished speaking, those who were concentrating on looking at the murals all looked down at him, surprised.