Chapter 6950: Brother Xiaosha's Memory

Ye Wuque's eyes instantly became sharp!

What if it was really Lao Shenjing who deceived him?

After all, Lao Shenjing was the only one who could interpret the Supreme Divine Text.

If Lao Shenjing really deceived him in this regard, he would have no way to tell.

After all, who stipulated that the meaning of the nine Supreme Divine Texts must be nine words?

Ye Wuque immediately began to carefully recall the situation when Lao Shenjing interpreted the Supreme Divine Text.

But even now, there is no flaw.

Because of the relationship of the collision, coupled with the special relationship between Lao Shenjing and the Eternal Night Tomb, and the possible cause and effect between him and himself, he did not question it at the time.

For a while.

In front of the tomb that was cut in two, Ye Wuque and Xiaoshage were both immersed in their own thoughts.

One held his head and desperately recalled, and kept muttering in his mouth.

The other had a blank expression, but his eyes flickered endlessly, extremely sharp!

There was a dead silence in the sacrificial hall.

"No!"

"There is another possibility!"

Suddenly, Ye Wuque's eyes moved, and he looked at Brother Xiaosha, and said in a deep voice: "How do you know that the Eternal Night Tomb has only thirty floors? What is the evidence?"

Brother Xiaosha pondered, and after hearing Ye Wuque's words, he subconsciously raised his head again, and felt Ye Wuque's sharp eyes, and immediately said in a daze: "Brother, brother doesn't know!"

"But these memories emerged from my mind, and I saw the chaotic picture, so it shouldn't be wrong! It shouldn't be wrong!"

Brother Xiaosha's answer made Ye Wuque narrow his eyes slightly, and then frowned and said: "The question now is Yes, it is indeed wrong!"

"According to what you said, there is something wrong with the tomb, which is inconsistent with your memory."

"Your memory may also be wrong."

"The Eternal Night Tomb was moved from the endless heights by a great existence and has appeared in the Three Wastelands for a long time!"

"After the vicissitudes of life and the evolution of the years, the current Eternal Night Tomb has changed a lot from the previous Eternal Night Tomb."

"And you..."

Ye Wuque's voice became calm. In a short period of time, he thought of a lot. He saw his mind move, and a virtual god power shone in the void, outlining two murals!

It was one of the murals seen in the hall of the long river of time and space before!

In the first mural, Brother Xiaosha was solemn and sat cross-legged on the high platform, accepting the kneeling worship of all living beings, and the power of faith surged and illuminated the ten directions.

In the third mural, Brother Xiaosha, Fairy Miaomiao, and the masked sword madman, the three of them sat around the campfire, as if drinking a celebratory wine.

"According to the order of time, these murals can prove that you have entered the Eternal Night Tomb in the past!"

"But you may not have entered the current Eternal Night Tomb, but the original Eternal Night Tomb that was still in its original place and had not been moved to the Three Wastelands."

"Recall it carefully!"

After Ye Wuque evolved two murals, Xiaosha's bright little eyes had already looked over, staring closely, as if recalling.

This is a possibility that Ye Wuque thought of!

What if the memory left by Xiaosha was the Eternal Night Tomb in the past?

The Eternal Night Tomb in the past only had thirty layers.

Now, there are three more layers.

This may also be the work of Lao Shenjing!

Then Lao Shenjing did not deceive himself at the beginning, but Xiaosha's memory was biased.

"These murals... murals... Brother, have you been here before? Have you been here before?"

Xiaosha murmured to himself, and his little face showed pain again, and the whiskers on his head were shaking, but he still stared at the two murals.

"Are there any other murals?" Suddenly, Brother Xiaosha asked.

Ye Wuque did not speak, but pointed out with one finger.

Buzz buzz buzz!

The power of the virtual god shone everywhere, and Ye Wuque immediately evolved all the murals he saw in the hall.

In the hall, there were a total of nine murals.

In addition to the first and third.

The second mural.

Endless corpses, bloody and fleshy, spread across the horizon, indescribable killing and boiling evil spirit, recording a horrible war.

The fourth mural.

It was peeled off cleanly, and nothing could be distinguished.

The fifth mural.

Hun Tian's body flew across the void, and there were endless corpses floating on the ground below. Behind him stood a black tomb. In the deepest distance, one after another vast and terrifying realms were filled with the extremely cold and silent breath of death.

The sixth mural.

Recorded the moment of the battle between Miaomiao Fairy and Hun Tian!

The background was the ruined and vast realm, which was the concrete background of the fifth mural.

The seventh mural.

It was also peeled off completely, and nothing could be seen.

The eighth mural.

Another high platform, the scene was exactly the same as the first mural, and countless people were kneeling to worship Brother Xiaosa.

But it exuded a strong breath of extinction and death!

The high platform was no longer brilliant, it would be light, and the light of faith was replaced by the black light of death.

The difference between life and death, Brother Xiaosa was completely opposite.

On the high platform, the light ball shrouded in a faint glow, surging with the only vitality, was worshipped, but the death was greater than the vitality, as if it was hollow inside, a candle in the wind, although tenacious, but it could not hold on for long.

The ninth mural.

Ye Wuque recorded his experience with a member of the Buried Emperor Spirit Clan who was imprisoned here.

Brother Xiaosha's eyes were completely focused on the nine murals.

"The fourth and seventh murals have long been peeled off, and no content can be seen." Ye Wuque explained.

"These, these..."

Brother Xiaosha reacted at this time!

"Ah!"

The next moment, Brother Xiaosha let out a painful roar, holding his head with both hands, and even rolled directly to the ground, rolling continuously, in great pain!

Obviously, Brother Xiaosha seemed to recall something, but it also triggered some kind of restriction in himself, and he would rather die than live.

Ye Wuque did not disturb him. He understood that this was the critical moment, and this might also be the process that Brother Xiaosha was destined to accept personally.

After struggling for more than ten breaths, Brother Xiaosha's bright little eyes suddenly widened, and then he sat up and stared at all the phantoms of the murals in the void again.

"If that's the case..."

"No wonder!"

"This is a fake tomb!"

"The real 'tomb' should be..."

"Hiss!"

Brother Xiaosha suddenly took a breath, as if he realized something.

"Who else could have done it?"

Brother Xiaosha's mumbling made Ye Wuque's eyes move, and he immediately said, "What do you remember?"

Brother Xiaosha raised his eyes and looked at Ye Wuque. At this time, his pair of bright little eyes were bloodshot, and it was obvious that the memory confusion just now was very uncomfortable!

"Little white face, you are right, the Eternal Night Sky Tomb in my memory is in the past, only thirty floors."

"But this Eternal Night Sky Tomb now... is different!"

"Someone has made changes!"

"The Eternal Night Sky Tomb has been transformed!"

"It should have been more than thirty floors! There are deeper areas! There must be more!"

"The 'coffin' is in a deeper place!"

At the end, Brother Xiaosha's voice became decisive.