Two commander-level sky blood lions flew out thinking that there was a rare bloody battle.
Unexpectedly, those who were really interested had opponents, so they had no choice but to vent their anger on a group of flaming horses.
In just a moment, the Flame Horse was dispatched, but this was not enough. The lions were not satisfied with the current results, especially the two Sky Blood Lions, who immediately aimed their spears at the one who was played by the Shenchen Tiger. Numerous mud buffalos and saloon lizards.
In an instant, a steel torrent formed and rushed over. Suddenly, this group of slave-level demons ushered in a disaster.
The eyes turned to the bright moon. At this moment, it was crushing the rock demon bull. The crushing strength and attributes made the rock demon bull no match at all. In the hands of the bright moon with the power of the space system, the bulky The Rock Demon Ox had no chance to escape.
On the other hand, even though Ding Yumian's Hellfire Stone, which is also of the fire element, has the increase of soul seed, it would still be a bit of a disadvantage when used with the fire element and the flaming horse.
However, Ding Yumian's soul-seed tribulation divine flame has a strange and powerful effect. It will continue to burn all substances with energy. Over time, if the flaming horse does not run away, I am afraid it will be turned into energy by himself. Killed by the calamity-destroying divine flames.
“Let’s fight quickly.”
The silver hairpin gun in Bai Mo’s hand shone brightly, and he walked toward the Rock Demon Ox on the other side of the bright moon. He saw that he had only taken three or five steps. , when the next step fell, his figure appeared just above the Rock Demon Bull.
“Boom!”
Another brutal blow, Jiaoyue's whole body was like a star falling from the sky, bombarding the back of the Rock Demon Ox with thunder. The huge force directly shattered the back of the Rock Demon Ox, causing its entire body to collapse. Get down on the ground.
The thunder rushed out of the bright moon's fist and poured into the body of the Rock Demon Bull along the open wound.
Crackling electric currents densely circulated throughout the body, piercing back and forth on the Rock Demon Bull, paralyzing its entire body with the snap of a finger.
"Okay!"
Bai Mo's eyes lit up, and the silver hairpin gun in his hand immediately fell. The space gun light with strong destructive power chopped down, and chopped off the head of the rock demon cow like cutting tofu. open.
The dead soul bracelet on the wrist shone slightly, shrouded with the suction of soul-calling power, collecting some of the residual souls naturally dropped by killing enemies on the battlefield, including the commander-level souls exploded by the rock demon bull.
Over there, Ding Yumian did not continue to use the flaming horse to hone his fire element. He used his spiritual power with all his strength, but in just one round, he beat the flaming horse to the point of death.
Seeing the leader of the flame horse being beaten by Ding Yumian, Bai Mo knew what she meant. He raised his gun and immediately ended the life of the commander-level flame horse.
In just a few sticks of incense, the three original ethnic groups here that could be said to be a great threat to the nearby city of Dunhuang were wiped out.
In the shadows in the distance, a military mage staff officer responsible for the defense near Dunhuang stared wide-eyed, somewhat disbelieving that what was happening in front of him was real.
Originally, he was ordered to come here to watch as someone wanted to enter the Mogao Grottoes, but he thought he was here to act as a bodyguard for the powerful man.
Unexpectedly, the Flame Horse Demon Tribe, which was a huge headache for the Dunhuang military, would be solved like this!
Yes, because there are three leaders, and these three leaders know how to help each other and cooperate with each other, they have raised the level of monsters here to the tribal level.
Because it is a demon group centered on the Blazing Horse tribe, it is named the Blazing Horse Demon Tribe.
It was only then that the military mage staff officer, who was usually responsible for the control and prevention of demons near Dunhuang, slightly understood what he had been asked to watch these days.
‘Emotions are not about being bodyguards, but letting us seize the opportunity to take back the land of Mogao Grottoes and re-establish the Mogao Military Station. ’
But on the other side, someone was watching secretly. Bai Mo and Ding Yumian were aware of it, but after Ding Yumian realized that he had no malicious intent, they had no intention of taking care of it anymore.
When he came to the high hill and stood in front of the largest cave, Bai Mo took a look inside.
In his original world, the Mogao Grottoes were a symbol of Chinese civilization. They were excavated during the Five Hus and Sixteen Kingdoms period and continued to the Yuan Dynasty. After thousands of years, they also recorded the thousands of years of Chinese scenery and historical changes.
But this magical world seems to be more mysterious. Bai Mo remembered that he called Professor Shi before setting off and got some information about this place.
The so-called Mogao comes from the unfathomable depth, which refers to the magical structure inside, which is said to record things from the totem era and early humankind.
In modern times, there is no volume of literature recording its origin.
Putting his gaze in, Bai Mo could only see a huge stone cave that looked like a dance hall. The walls of the cave were still a little red, which were traces of the Flame Horse's flames not long ago.
Looking deeply, you can't see anything, as if you are enveloped in a layer of darkness and chaos.
“Let’s go in.” Bai Mo said.
"Okay."
Entering the cave, I found that it was not as dark as it looked outside. After taking two more steps, I suddenly noticed that Ding Yumian disappeared in the afterglow.
Bai Mo's expression condensed, and he turned around suddenly, only to see that the hole behind him was still there, but the familiar figure was gone.
Immediately afterwards, he felt an extremely subtle spatial fluctuation, as if it was the strands of itching that appeared on his face after the wind blew.
With a slight brow, he took off the Mogao Grottoes entry voucher given by Old Man Bao hanging on his waist, and saw the strange crescent-shaped stone emitting a faint light.
He had some guesses in his mind, and then turned to look at the wall where he had just turned around and noticed something was wrong.
"Sure enough, you can only enter the real Mogao Grottoes with a voucher."
Muttering to himself, Bai Mo stared at the wall for a moment, only to see a pattern on it. The murals have no color and are not bright, let alone the painting skills. They are simple and simple.
But even so, the content of this mural can be easily understood.
That was a picture of a group of people getting wet in the rain.
It can be seen that both the elderly and children are getting wet in the rain.
"Eh!"
After taking a few glances, Bai Mo suddenly felt that the scenery in the picture was moving, and his body felt as if he was really in a torrential rain, and his whole body was soaked by the cold rain.
Immediately afterwards, he felt his eyes blur, and he was really in a curtain of rain, surrounded by many people wearing linen clothes.
Bai Mo was startled, feeling that this feeling was extremely familiar, just like the spiritual mural he was reading in the ancient king's tomb.
He didn't think about getting out, and it seemed he couldn't get out, so he was soaked in the rain among the crowd.
The rain was endless and pouring. He didn’t know why he was getting wet here, but his intuition told him that it might have something to do with the so-called naturalism.
Bai Mo tried to move, but finally found that he couldn't. Only his head could move, so he turned around and looked around.
The characters around are clear, but they are all ordinary faces. The only thing worthy of attention is the yearning and determination in their eyes.
Determination is more common in older people, while yearning is more common in younger people.
All of them were speechless. It seemed that they were extremely lucky to be able to catch the rain here.
Bai Mo was puzzled, but he had some guesses in his heart. It was difficult for him to judge this kind of determination, but that kind of yearning was very similar to what he saw in everyone's eyes when he first awakened to magic.
The rain was like a pillar, getting heavier and heavier, gradually making him feel like there were tens of thousands of tons of rocks coming over him, and the heavier and heavier power made him feel like his soul was about to be crushed.
I don’t know how much time passed, but he felt that his eyes were black and his body was no longer his.
But at this moment, there was a burst of cheers. Bai Mo turned his head and opened his eyelids to look, and saw the water on the hands of a young man surging, and he used force to separate the heavy rain on his body.
Beside him, people cheered and celebrated. This made Bai Mo a little confused. He could see that the young man had awakened the water element, but the people around him were still enduring the heavy rain like him, so why were they still smiling so enthusiastically.
I don’t know how long it took, but he couldn’t hold on to his last bit of consciousness and fainted.
What surprised Bai Mo was that he did not leave this mental painting, but watched the follow-up from the perspective of a bystander.
The heavy rain stopped, and the original open space was filled with waves. Some people were standing. They controlled the current and fished out swollen corpses from the water.
Seeing this scene, Bai Mo couldn't help but be stunned. He couldn't wake up and was washed to death by the rain?
No, it should be awakening with the determination to die.
Until this moment, this inner painting kicked Bai Mo out.
As soon as his consciousness returned, Bai Mo grinned. The endless water pressure was truly borne by his consciousness.
He could feel that his mental strength had increased a lot. If he watched it twice more, he should be able to break through.
This mural is far more advanced than Sha Yuan's paintings.
Looking at the rain-soaked painting in front of him, Bai Mo took the initiative to put his thoughts into it.
"Huh? No!"
Tilting his head, Bai Mo gathered all his thoughts and rushed forward without believing in evil. As a result, the thoughts that rushed away seemed to be empty, and he hit nothing. The feeling of using the wrong force is extremely uncomfortable.
“If it’s not there, then it’s not. I’ll look at something else.”
Muttering secretly, Bai Mo turned his head and looked at the wall on the other side. The content on this wall was simpler.
But it can also be seen that it seems to be even longer ago. Several people are at home in the cave, grilling meat and warming themselves over the fire.
Bai Mo stared at it for a few seconds before his consciousness was pulled into the mural as expected, and he became a member of the group warming themselves up.
You can even smell the aroma of barbecue in the hands of the man wrapped in animal skins above the fire, but you still can't move.
Looking at the fire in front of him, Bai Mo thought to himself, ‘Are we going to bathe in the fire? ’
However, he obviously thought too much. This mural seemed to be purely describing one thing.
As the family was warming up around the fire, suddenly, a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old shone with the light of awakening.
Seeing this scene, many people sitting around the fire had surprised faces, making exaggerated body movements, looking like they had received a great gift, and even kneeling in front of a strange pattern.
After reading the content, Na Mo was kicked out immediately and felt his own spirit. Bai Mo didn't notice any increase.
“It seems that what is here is just a simple narrative story, which has no effect.”
He secretly thought about it, but he did not really make this judgment. Looking up, he could see patterns on the walls leading into the cave.
But standing here, he could only see clearly the murals here. Even if the murals were just one step forward, he couldn't see clearly.
Looking around, Bai Mo took a step before. As soon as he took this step, his expression changed, and he felt that the magic energy in the sea of spirit was being consumed at a rapid speed.
With one step, half the galaxy’s magic energy is gone!
Unexpectedly, the Yongquan Covenant cannot be triggered here, and he only has six galaxies in total!
Secretly complaining about the mechanism here, Bai Mo immediately turned his head to look at the mural.
On the mural, there is still a circle of people surrounding a fire, but what makes people’s eyes twitch is that these people are not warming themselves by the fire, but burning their hands, and everyone puts their hands in In the fire, it seemed as if the temperature of the flame was being measured.
"This is a joke!"
Bai Mo couldn't help but complain, but his thoughts flew in honestly.
As soon as he entered, he felt a sharp pain in his hand that made him take a breath.
Enduring the pain that made people jump, I looked around as usual. Unlike the previous rain painting, there were no children in this scene, and the youngest one looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.
The same thing is their firm eyes, which seem to be pursuing something.
Next, Bai Mo began to go to jail, watching his hands turn into ashes bit by bit in the flames.
But this is not the end. The hand is gone, there are still arms and feet. When Bai Mo watched calmly as one of his thighs turned into ashes, and finally saw that one of the many people sitting around the fire had awakened the fire element, and then the content of the mural ended, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Exiting the mural, Bai Mo relaxed his mood. Instead of measuring the increase in mental power, he looked at the narrative mural on the other side.
I put my mind into it, and the narrative this time is longer than the previous one.
But the theme has not changed, that is, awakening.
This is still a matter of awakening, but Bai Mo has become the protagonist of the matter in the mural.
A small village, soft rain, he walked in the rain, and then awakened the water system.
He informed the villagers about the incident, seemed to have said something, and had some exchanges with the other two villagers who had also awakened the water element.
After that, all the villagers came out to feel the light rain.
After exiting the mural, Bai Mo was thoughtful. The two paintings seemed to describe the same thing, but the core was different.
The former also regards mastering an elemental power as an accident, which is loved and favored by the gods.
The latter is to find the rules and try to apply them.
The other two paintings are pretty much the same. They both only tell one thing, that is, the ancients’ pursuit of magic and their attempts to pursue magic.
Although their attempt was extremely simple, it still seems absurd and silly now.
Bai Mo had no words and no one to speak to, so he kept walking forward.
After reading the content of this step, he felt inexplicably stunned, as if he had broken through something, and his mind broadened.
“It’s the sixth realm.”
He smiled slightly, but now it was the mural that concerned him even more. He kept walking forward without stopping.
After walking nine more steps, he felt much more energetic, but before he reached the end of the cave, his magic power was gone.
But the contents of the nine-step mural basically completed his guess.
On the surface, this is a record of the trivial matters of awakening magic, or rather the trivial matters of the recorder's awakening of magic.
It is better to say that this place records the exploration of magic by humans on this land in ancient times, and the origin of magic! (End of this chapter)