Chapter 1861 Murals

Then, Ye Tian gathered his spiritual power into a light cluster, illuminating the entire hall.

It also illuminates those murals around it.

These murals are all carved on the whole stone slab and then embedded in the wall. At first glance, the lines are simple and clear, majestic and magnificent.

The first mural to the east of the gate is a doomsday scene.

The sky is dark, the wind is howling, floods are raging, the earth is overturned, volcanoes erupt, and trees are withered.

In the second picture, humans began to appear. They seemed to be working hard, but their bodies were as thin as skeletons.

The third picture is still the picture of working, but with a different scene. It was by the river, the sun was shining fiercely, the land was barren, and there were countless naked and emaciated people, their bodies were strung together by thick iron chains.

But they are not criminals, but trackers.

The other end of those iron chains was far connected to a big boat in the river. The river was turbulent and the rain was pouring. The big boat was struggling to move forward, and there was a danger of capsizing at any time. The people on the shore tried their best to stabilize the boat.

On the boat, several monks were exhaling and practicing, but after entering their bodies, the aura turned around and gathered towards a vague tower-like thing in the distance.

"Thousands of years ago, the nine temples that belonged to Shenzong and collected the power of incense!" Lu Wenbin next to him explained to Ye Tian, ​​pointing to those tower-like buildings.

Ye Tian nodded, he understood the content of the painting.

Under normal circumstances, if you travel in harsh natural environments such as wind and waves, monks can perfectly resist it with magic tools.

But the monks in this mural practiced hard, and basically most of their strength was dedicated to the temple. That's why they don't want to expend their strength to use magic tools, but directly drive mortals to do those things.

Mortals have limited power, and the effect they can achieve is naturally far behind that of a magic weapon.

But there is really no way.

In Ye Tian's eyes, this kind of situation is really unreasonable. For monks, what can be done with just moving a finger, so many mortals can replace it.

What's more, the first two murals have clearly explained the outbreak of various natural disasters. Ordinary people have no clothes, no food to eat, and the living conditions have been extremely poor. Looking at the miserable appearance of those trackers chained up by iron chains, it is like has been able to explain everything.

Especially behind them, there were obviously countless corpses lying naked along the road.

Ye Tian shook his head slightly, and continued to look at the next mural.

This is still a scene similar to the previous one. Countless mortals who were living in a difficult and miserable life exhausted their strength and life under the drive of monks.

Then the cultivation base of the monk was sucked away by the temple as if sucking blood.

The following paintings are basically the same, but with different scenes and different cruel and deformed methods.

Until the ninth painting, the content suddenly changed.

There are only mortals here, people who can no longer live.

They ate grass, soil, and bark, and they ate their offspring. They fought against each other and became brutal and crazy, just like countless demented beasts.

There are more dead people, their corpses are discarded randomly and piled up in the wild, husbands bury their wives and children, wives cry beside their husbands' corpses, and children who lost their families tremble in the howling wind, dazed and dazed...

In the following murals, a large number of monks began to appear.

They fought and killed each other, causing movement and influence thousands of times greater than that of ordinary people, making the already cruel environment even worse.

Then, in the following murals, after these monks killed their opponents, they devoured their flesh and blood, absorbed their spiritual power, and then became stronger to cause even greater killings.

And in this process, the nine temples behind have been continuously extracting everyone's strength and life.

The battle has been going on for many murals, getting bigger and more intense, until...the temples start joining the fray too.

The turmoil in the temple caused even more terrifying negative effects.

As a result, the whole world became darker and more depraved, mortals became more unsustainable, monks suffered more, and the temple further increased the turmoil...

An endless vicious circle has formed.

From the first picture, the angle of view gradually increases, but it suddenly becomes smaller from the fifteenth picture.

The picture is in a small city, still full of sorrow, still full of blood, still shrouded in darkness, like an airtight iron house.

But there are a few figures inside, they are wearing the student uniforms of Xiange Academy, and they are looking at everything around them seriously, as if they want to deeply engrave the pictures in front of them in their minds.

Then, in the sixteenth mural, these figures began to work.

They are obviously monks, and they can drive mortals from above. This is what all the monks appearing in the previous fourteen murals are doing.

But they are different, they do everything, they work together with ordinary people, work together, study together, and work hard together to resist the evil and oppression in the harsh world around them.

The next few murals are all scenes like this.

At the same time, under their efforts, under the efforts of all people who are gradually awakened, the environment in this small town slowly began to change, it began to become alive, it began to become orderly, and it began to change. Becoming... hopeful.

But then, many monks appeared from the temple. They destroyed the small city and killed many people in it. Many of the disciples from Xiange Academy also died.

Only a few people escaped with difficulty, and in the murals behind, they continued to do what they had been doing. They walked through villages, towns, and mountains and rivers.

Pieces of sparks appeared on the entire world, and they burned more and more intensely.

In this process, the death has been continuing, but what is abnormal is that there are more and more people around them.

There are more and more mortals, so there are more and more monks.

On the contrary, with the increase of monks, there are more and more mortals.

Countless people, men and women, young and old, monks or mortals, they are enthusiastic, singing and marching forward bravely.

Their power is getting stronger and stronger.

By the time of the twenty-first mural, the first majestic temple that stood for thousands of years was overthrown by them!

The decayed temple towers were turned into ruins, and the golden plaque that was shining brightly was broken into two pieces and was stepped on by people.

This is obviously just the beginning.

One after another, the temples and towers that symbolized and represented Shenzong were pushed down and collapsed one after another, returning to the dust.

In a blink of an eye, it was before the last mural.

This is also the largest of the twenty-eight murals.

All the people gathered together, no matter they were monks or mortals, they each had their own division of labor, digging mountains and reclaiming seas, and suppressing evil. They were still skinny and naked, but the expressions on their faces were full of determination and hope.

With their efforts, a brand new world appeared above the ruins!

...

This is all the content in these murals. Chao Shanhai and his companions destroyed Shenzong and built a new Jiuzhou world.

And in this hall, apart from these twenty-eight murals, there is nothing else.

It seems that this hall is built to carry these murals and carry that period of history.

Regarding the contents of the mural, that period of history, Ye Tian had already read about it in books and heard about it from Tao Ze.

So Ye Tian was not surprised by these contents. What he was puzzled about was the hall itself.

Lu Wenbin had already seen that this city should have existed ten thousand years ago.

And the existence of these murals in front of him also shows that this city, at least this hall, was built after the fall of Shenzong, when a new world and a new pattern had begun.

So, what about the bones outside?

They were obviously protecting the palace, but their strength was very different, and they all died tragically in the end.

Who are their enemies? Who killed them, and after that, slaughtered almost all mortals in the city?

Why did this small city named Nanyun City appear at the bottom of this green lake, in the seal of Huangquan, and was forgotten for countless years?

Yes, it is forgotten. In order to find the secret of luck, Ye Tian had read all the books in the temple about this period of history and even those similar to it.

But there is no book that records the history of this city, the history of this hall, or the history of the battles and killings that took place in this city.

Moreover, Lu Wenbin next to him was also extremely confused, saying that he had never heard any relevant information.

Obviously, there is no answer.

At least, there are no answers here.

After Ye Tian and Lu Wenbin checked again, they left the main hall, bypassed it, and continued to walk back.

Behind the main hall, through a wide street, there is a continuous building, which seems to be of roughly the same size, and seems to be a mansion.

These buildings have basically collapsed, and there are very strong traces of being burned by raging fire.

Walking into the building, after entering the first collapsed gate, there was a large open space in the courtyard, where Ye Tian saw countless corpses.

Most of these people are old and young women and children, and they also have obvious signs of fire.

But these people had no stab wounds, and there was no sign of restraint and coercion, and they all died facing the northeast direction.

They all seemed to commit suicide, and they were all burned to death in the raging fire.

"Obviously, in that battle at that time, there was a huge disparity in strength. All those capable of fighting died in the outer battle and that palace."

"And these old and young women and children who have no fighting ability are here, facing the same direction, lighting a big fire and committing suicide." Ye Tian said.

"What I'm curious about is why are they going in that direction and what's there?"

Lu Wenbin said with some doubts.

"Cuizhu Island hangs alone above the South China Sea. Its northeast direction is Qingzhou, the most easterly island in Jiuzhou, and the holy hall is on the bank of the East China Sea adjacent to Qingzhou." Ye Tian said hesitantly: "Could it be the holy hall?"

At this time, suddenly an old and hoarse strange voice sounded.

"Nearest to the holy church, there is a small seaside city called Nanyun City by the seaside of Qingzhou. Before they died, they were heading towards Nanyun City!"

"Who is it?!" Lu Wenbin next to him suddenly changed his expression and asked sharply.

Hearing this voice, Ye Tian also focused his eyes and became serious.

His spirit has been maintaining the highest level of vigilance, obviously no living creatures have been detected here!

And there is only one possibility that can be hidden under his spirit, and that is above the celestial beings!

If Ye Tian was at his peak, even in the immortal stage, he would dare to break his wrists.

But now even a Taoist Luo Liu in the true immortal stage is not something he can face!

The vigilance in Ye Tian's heart reached the extreme.

He stared closely at the back of these corpses, and the voice seemed to be coming from there.

"Ahem, don't panic, I won't kill you." The voice continued to sound, coughing a few times in pain.

At the same time, this sentence seems to be for guidance and reminder, Ye Tian finally saw the source of that voice under the ruins in the distance.

It was an existence that was no longer human.

His body was dry and thin, and he looked like a piece of charcoal stuck in the soil after burning. In addition, he didn't have any fluctuations in his cultivation, and his breath was completely hidden, so it was extremely difficult to see.

His head was bald with no hair, no eyebrows, his face was very old and covered with age spots, his pair of prominent eyes were full of kindness and kindness, and he was looking at Ye Tian and Lu Wenbin seriously.

But the most important thing was that in his skinny body, there were countless slender iron chains that forcibly passed through the flesh, locked him tightly, and finally extended into the surrounding earth.

Obviously, this is... a prisoner who was locked here for an unknown age!

Ye Tian stared at this person closely, full of vigilance in his heart, ready to deal with danger at any time.

Although those iron chains that bound him firmly could give people a lot of sense of security, but in Ye Tian's eyes, this person was far more dangerous than Taoist Luo Liu who was going to kill him earlier.

"Who are you?" Ye Tian asked in a deep voice.

"I...it's been so long, I almost forgot my name..." The man looked up at the space above his head covered by the black mist, with a look of confusion in his eyes, and after a long time, he continued: "My name is Tu Hongxue."

A strange color flashed in Ye Tianmu's eyes.

Lu Wenbin next to him also had a frozen expression, showing surprise.

They've all heard the name.

In those books describing the history of the collapse of Shenzong ten thousand years ago, Tu Hongxue is a name that appears frequently.

He was born in a very poor mortal family in a city called Jincheng in Qingzhou during the time when Shenzong was there.

That city is huge and full of people.

And in that era full of darkness and oppression, a place like Jincheng was the center of a vortex filled with corruption and death.

When she was very young, Tu Hongxue followed her parents and elders to work in the fields. At that time, there were no crops growing in the fields, so they could only starve and live hard.

As time passed, survival became more and more difficult. Tu Hongxue's parents first sold his three older sisters, and then sold his two older brothers, and the other two elder brothers died young.

Tu Hongxue was the youngest in the family. Before his parents sold him, the environment was so bad that he couldn't even sell his children.

Until the end, the surrounding people couldn't survive and couldn't find food, some starved to death, and some began to eat people.

They usually eat the dead first, and after the dead, they start eating the children.

Fearing that he would be eaten, Tu Hongxue sneaked out one night.

The environment outside is even more terrifying. He hides among the dead during the day and travels at night, eating leaves, dead grass, bugs, and animal corpses.

It's hard to imagine how a child of his survived, but Tu Hongxue managed to do it.

He didn't have any destination, just wandering like this, and finally spent three years, arriving at Nanyun City on the coast of Qingzhou.

Here, he met Chao Shanhai who had just walked out of Xiange Academy.