"I understand." King Qing nodded and sighed: "It's just that we can't help but think that if we were born in this world, you and I would be more than this. A genius like Master Zhushu should also be able to shine.

boundary."

"Those short-sighted tribal leaders often say in private that the king just picked up a royal power contract. Who knew the king's great strategy? Who knew that the king had a heart for all the people in this world?" Qinghuo Yuanchen said: "I

When you act like a king, your heart and mind will be ruined."

His prostrate figure was hidden in the shadow of Prince Qing.

Prince Qing's face was shrouded in light and blurred like the ancestor in the portrait.

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…

"Mountains and rivers are no more than landscapes in a pot, and the world is no more than lines on the palm of your hand. Do you know who said this?"

In the deep cave, a slightly cold voice sounded.

However, after getting to know him, he no longer likes to fake smiles like he did at first. Or maybe he knows that such things are meaningless. Jiang Wang actually doesn't care whether he is polite or not.

At this moment Jingli is reciting silent sutras.

Jiang Wang and Xi Ming used the Buddha's light to quietly look at the rock paintings. Their shadows were reflected on one side and distorted in the twisted paintings, and they seemed to have become a part of the distortion.

The rock paintings on the stone wall have a long history, definitely more than thousands of years. If the description is true, it should be the beginning of the floating land human race - why must it be tens of thousands of years ago?

Maybe hundreds of thousands of years.

Time cannot be concretely verified by them now.

The only thing that can be determined is that the rock paintings are painted with blood that contains spirituality, so they can survive such a long time. As time goes by, the spirituality is exhausted, but the paintings are carved into the rocks.

The rock itself becomes a long-lasting memory.

According to the depictions in the rock paintings, in ancient times, the Fulu people were not born to live in Shengshou Mountain, but had to live in Shengshou Mountain.

Because outside the Holy Hunting Mountain, the wild world is full of evil spirits!

There is a natural holy taboo in Shengshou Mountain, which prevents evil spirits from touching it.

The remaining people who were wantonly killed and teased in the wild world fled to the Holy Hunting Mountain.

Evil spirits live around the mountain.

Some sacrificed their own people to the evil spirits in exchange for a short period of peace. Some became the evil ghost's minions, going up the mountain to plunder, and then coming down the mountain to be protected. Some were willing to be raised by the evil ghost, giving birth to children and eating blood for generations...

Of course, there should also be resistance, not giving in, and the courage and wisdom to walk out of the Holy Hunting Mountain step by step. But the rock painting in front of me does not depict it.

It only depicts a cruel, bloody, naked and primitive period. It depicts the evil spirits of the ancient times and the human hearts surrounded by evil spirits...which are more cruel than the evil spirits.

"Who said that, so arrogant?" Jiang Wang came back from the mural and responded to the fateful topic.

Xi Ming said calmly: "Xu Yuan's."

The founder of Taixu Sect, the builder of Taixu Illusion! A peerless strong man who is famous in the world, but hidden in the world.

But in fact, compared to building the Taixu Illusion itself, his ability to convince the world's powerful people to promote the layout of the Taixu Illusion is perhaps more worthy of admiration.

A very important factor in why Mr. Jiang was able to achieve the state of sound hearing by accident was that he accidentally heard the true voice of this powerful man in the illusion of Taixu.
Chapter completed!