"He just went in, but there was no footprints. We can't know which door he entered, what should we do?"

Si Jianlan asked.

"Let's just choose one and be careful, I don't know what traps he will set in it."

Zhou Xing stood at the door, his spiritual power entered it, and planned to explore the depths of the three doors.

However, when consciousness enters it, it is like a rock sinking into the sea and has no effect at all.

The space here seems to be able to absorb Zhou Xing's spiritual power, making all Zhou Xing's spiritual power invalid.

"Let's choose... the one on the left."

Zhou Xing frowned, but he still had to choose one of the three, so he chose the left.

"Okay, I'll go to the left."

Si Jianlan also followed Zhou Xing into the left.

This house is extremely ancient, and its shape is the style of the Heavenly Court tens of thousands of years ago. The entrance is a living room, but there are a large number of murals on the four walls and the roof of the building.

As soon as Zhou Xing and Si Jianlan entered it, they were attracted by the murals here.

Because, Zhou Xing and Si Jianlan looked up and found that most of the murals were about a person with a broken head, holding his head in one hand and an axe in the other, fighting against many people.

This is a very long story, and every picture tells this story.

Zhou Xing was very familiar with the axe in his hand, which forced Zhou Xing to pick up his Xingtian axe and take a look. He confirmed that the axe on it was indeed exactly the same as the Xingtian axe in his hand.

"This...what is this painting?"

Zhou Xing frowned. This man with a dead head was still able to fight. He remembered a story told by his mother.

That is the story of Xing Tian, ​​Xing Tian dances to Gan Qi, and fights against the Emperor of Heaven.

On the mural in front of you, those who fought against countless golden-armored warriors were obviously Xing Tianshi in the story of his mother.

What he faced were many golden armored warriors, and six powerful men with their own characteristics. One of them was wearing a golden crown, the most majestic and tallest, and the most powerful feeling, which was the legendary Emperor of Heaven.

The five around him are five peerless powerful men around the Emperor, one bald, one with a Confucian shirt, one with a white shirt, one with a golden armor, a wide sword, and one with a black robe, even her face was covered.

These five strong men, wearing golden armor, were obviously the commander of the army, and the other few, Zhou Xing had to suspect that they were the strong men of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Baishu.

"Is this the legendary Emperor, and several gods?"

Si Jianlan looked at the mural in front of her in surprise, and watched Xing Tian confront the six strong men in the end. The six strong men, the Emperor of Heaven, took action first, and the five people behind also took action together.

This battle was very tragic. Five strong men suffered heavy damage and the Emperor of Heaven also consumed powerful power. However, in the end, Xing Tian was defeated. The six strong men divided Xing Tian's body into three parts.

His head was suppressed into an endless abyss, and endless darkness wrapped him like hell. In order to suppress his head, eighteen layers of worlds were built directly on the abyss. Each layer of world was filled with resentment and death.

"Eighteen Hells? Eighteen Hells are actually intended to suppress Xing Tian's family?"

Zhou Xing said in surprise.

"Xing Tian family? Is this the Xing Tian family in the legend? Even my father has only heard of this name, but there have never been more legends. I only know that this was the one who fought against the Emperor of Heaven back then."

"Even, almost no one outside knows this story, and may not even know the major holy places. Oh, by the way, the name of Xing Tian was still what your mother told me to my father."

Si Jianlan said in surprise.

"However, how strong is he to build the eighteen layers of hell to suppress him?"

Si Jianlan was extremely shocked.

As they continued to look at the mural, they found that Xing Tian's body was suppressed in a volcano. The boundless fire built a pool of endless magma in the center, and threw Xing Tian's body into the magma, enduring the rolling of magma every day.

Zhou Xing felt numb all over when he looked at such a scene. What kind of body was that he was thrown into such a magma and suffered such torture every day.

However, Xing Tian's body seemed to be without any damage in the endless magma.

Finally, it was Xing Tian's heart. His heart was taken out alone, put into the heavenly court, placed under the seat of the Emperor of Heaven, and suppressed by the Emperor of Heaven himself!

The five people fighting together, Confucian scholars, monks, and men in white, all suffered heavy damage and then began to cultivate in seclusion. However, the man in golden armor still led the army, while the man in black turned into a black shadow and completely disappeared.

Zhou Xing looked at the mural and it was obvious that the mural was telling such a story. The battle between Xing Tian and the Emperor of Heaven was finally completely suppressed by the joint efforts of the Emperor of Heaven and the five powerful men.

However, it seemed that he was not dead and could not kill him completely, so he suppressed him separately, even with the eighteen levels of hell, the boundless magma, and even the power of the Emperor of Heaven.

Looking at the complete mural, Zhou Xing and Si Jianlan's breathing seemed a little rapid.

They knew very well what the story this mural told was, and it was a battle between several characters that they could not imagine. Although the content of the mural was limited and many things could not be displayed, it was enough for them to understand the terribleness of this.

"The Emperor of Heaven, Xing Tian, ​​the leader of the three major demon sects. If I was not wrong, the man in white might be the master of truth in the legend."

Si Jianlan's voice was trembling.

"Yes, it should be him, but Xing Tian's clan is too strong. They joined forces to suppress Xing Tian's clan. But where is his weapon? I don't know where the weapon was thrown."

"But who witnessed the whole story and painted the story here?"

Zhou Xing thought.

The two of them stood under the mural and didn't speak for a long time. The mural shocked them so much that they had no intention of finding Wanshouyi or finding more treasures inside.

"There seems to be small words here."

After a long time, Si Jianlan found a line of small characters at a corner of the wall and under the mural.

"It's actually some annotations, which must be left by the painter."

Zhou Xing also leaned over and looked at the words on it.
Chapter completed!