As for Agu and Zhiyuannu, they obviously did not notice this fleeting faint red light. Instead, they struggled to push aside the half-planted onion-shaped witches one by one, like dreamy mushrooms, and worked hard to move forward.
Especially when these witches took possession of them, they were gently waved and pushed away by Agu and Zhiyuan Nu. Many of the mushroom-shaped colorful fluorescent lights on their bodies will be scattered into the air, and the dazzling array is really beautiful.
However, these witches with residual fluorescence did not block Agu and the others, and they soon stood in front of the three murals.
When they were inspecting the Demon Soul Cave before, because they were still far away from the entrance of the cave, they could only see a rough outline of the three murals.
When I got closer, I discovered that the three murals were as lifelike as the work of heaven.
However, Agu and Zhiyuannu obviously had no intention of appreciating how great the carvings of these three murals were. Instead, he came closer and found that there were indeed three mottos underneath the three murals, but he didn't seem to see anything special.
This made him look at the garden slave impatiently and said: "Didn't you say there is some secret in this painting? Can you tell anything?"
The plantation slave obviously didn't see anything at all, so he could only shrink his neck and smile: "Grandpa, you are so wise and resourceful. If you don't see anything, my grandson, I'm afraid I can't see anything either. what."
The plantation slave's words made Agu choke, and he finally realized it now. He and the plantation slave are just two rough guys, how can they do such a delicate job as understanding the mystery.
I couldn't help but secretly regret whether I should have recruited Qian Yunsheng to rescue him.
But no matter what he was thinking, he couldn't lose face in front of the plantation slaves.
Therefore, he could only straighten his neck and continue to pretend to look at the mural, while thinking about how to get off the stage and leave this difficult matter to Qian Yunsheng.
But what he didn't notice was that when the two of them raised their heads and continued to look at the murals, there were small changes in the three murals.
I could only see that in a mural on the left, a rainbow that was supposed to span the sky quietly disappeared. As the colorful light gradually faded, it quietly turned into six colors.
As for the mural on the right, the golden dragon under the immortal's crotch is also missing two horns. The Nanming Lihuo spitting out from the mouth of the brilliant Minghuang Golden Dragon seems to be missing a little bit.
As for the mural in the middle, the thousands of demons that were originally crawling under the witch of manners like Guanyin, now seem to be creeping up just a little bit on the witch's calves.
It's just that these changes are so subtle that it would be impossible for the witch who wasn't guarding these murals to notice the clues.
So when Agu was still wondering whether to ask Qian Yunsheng for help, he stared at the mural from left to right suspiciously.
Suddenly, the triangular celestial light on the top of the cave shone faintly again.
This time, after the star flashed again, not only did it not disappear like the last time.
Instead, it seemed like he opened his mouth slightly, and the red light flashed, like a silent curse, or like a whisper.
It's just that this low moan was silent, and Agu didn't notice it at all. On the contrary, the plantation slave standing behind Agu had a condensed look on his face.
It was as if he heard some extraordinary whisper in his eyes, his eyes slowly widened and bulged outward. As his hands gradually tightened, his expression became more ferocious.
At this moment, the flashing red light on the dome became even more intense. The silent sound fell on the ears of the plantation slave, as if it were a melodious funeral song.
Not only was a black and cyan dark energy slowly taking shape within his body.
What was even more frightening was that the plantation slave felt as if he had fallen into a muddy and depressing dream, with countless fragments of information that did not belong to him intertwined.
At this time, the plantation slave felt that he was like a great monk holding a sword to cut the sky, and he could turn mountains and seas with just a raise of his hand. Standing in the sky, facing the gods and Buddhas in the sky, I dare to stand proudly with my sword and not fall behind.
For a moment, he felt that he was the great demon king who crushed the Nine Abyss, with a bright armor surrounded by terrifying power. The huge and terrifying mask on his face shone with a frightening cold light.
He held a huge ax that could cut the sky in his hand, and it seemed that he could do it with just a single swing. He can make even the deepest abyss and easily cut out deep trenches like natural chasms.
He even felt that he was soaring in the sky driving the nine main cities of the Spirit Clan. These nine major cities were all built with the most luxurious, luxurious and complicated spiritual materials and skilled craftsmen of the Spirit Clan.
Each main city almost seems to represent one of the highest and most outstanding achievements of the Eldar race, let alone nine main cities gathered together. It was like a majestic floating mountain that was trampled under his feet.
At this moment, the plantation slave even felt that he was the master of the Spirit Tribe. He flew to the most sacred and supreme place of the Spirit Tribe, overlooking the pure mountains, blue clouds, and starry sky. He even felt the urge to merge into the world in an instant.
But the next moment, all consciousness suddenly mixed together. It was like the most violent drug, destroying everything in the plantation slave's original consciousness in an instant.
So when he opened his eyes again, it was like there were strands of black threads in his eyes, appearing and disappearing.
The next moment, he acted as if nothing had happened at all. He grinned with dark yellow teeth, pretended to be extremely surprised, pointed to a mural above it in a fuss, and said:
"Grandpa...Grandpa...look what that is?"
"Um?"
Seeing the exaggerated expression of the plantation slave, Agu quickly looked towards his finger.
It can be seen that in the center of the mural, the forehead of the witch who looks like the Goddess of Mercy seems to be slightly different.
This discovery made Agu frown. Although his current body was just a lemure, it did not prevent him from using foreign objects to pull the plantation slaves into the air.
This time, after their eyes were level with the Demonic Witch, they finally discovered her. The eyes of the graceful witch were not dead, but seemed to be flowing gracefully.
And not only that, there seemed to be some kind of frightening light in the eyes of this graceful witch. Even someone as determined as Agu still has the urge to worship him.
But while Agu was in a state of excitement for a moment, the plantation slave seemed to have no influence at the side. Pretending to be mysterious, he whispered in a low voice: "Is it possible that this place between the eyebrows is the answer?"
The plantation slave's words made Agu feel happy. He took a deep breath, suppressed his discomfort, and tried his best to look at the center of the Etiquette Witch's eyebrows.
It was as if a strange eye had opened between the eyebrows of the graceful witch. The suffocation, darkness and confusion in his eyes not only did not make De Agu feel uncomfortable, but actually made him feel extremely comfortable.
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