The fog on the steps has completely disappeared, allowing people to see the steps clearly.
This is a very ancient stone staircase covered with various simple patterns that look like comic strips depicting the life of the ancient Yuan people.
In this picture, the life of the ancestors of the huge Yuan tribe is hunting, practicing and fighting, and even performing sacrifices and celebrations, all of which are lifelike and very detailed. It looks like a complete exhibition of the history of the Yuan tribe.
Even the excited curser looked at these pictures in shock, moving up step by step.
Zhuo Yifan watched especially carefully.
He slowly looked at the pictures one by one, as if he wanted to carve them into his heart.
The other monks were eager to hunt for the treasure. After a cursory look, they ran upwards desperately.
Soon, a large number of monks passed Zhuo Yifan and rushed to the highest point, giving out bursts of cheers.
Ouyang Qingzhi said: "Yifan, are these really left by the people of the Yuan clan? It still feels like yesterday after so many years. They are really a magical and powerful race."
In the picture, in addition to the tall and powerful warriors of the Yuan tribe, the most common ones are all kinds of strange and weird monsters.
Zhuo Yifan has seen many of these monsters in the underground palace, but the records here are even richer.
But the monsters at that time were really monsters. Not only did they look very ferocious and terrifying, but their heads were often divided into two, three or even more, which looked very scary.
The fighting power of these monsters is amazing.
In the picture, there is even a picture of a monster volleying and breathing fire, directly burning a planet into ashes.
There are also many pictures with the vast starry sky as the background.
These Yuan clan warriors actually came and went freely in the starry sky, hunting giant beasts.
Their fighting power is even more amazing and terrifying, some can even blow up the planet with one punch.
The monks' methods were as ridiculous as those of children in front of them. Any source master could easily destroy them.
They all have one thing in common, that is, their physical strength is very strong.
In these scenes, almost every warrior is carrying a simple stone weapon, and no one is using magic attacks at all.
"Yifan, are these Yuan clan people the gods in legend? They... actually hunted the dragon clan?"
Ouyang Qingzhi suddenly pointed at a picture and said in shock.
When Zhuo Yifan saw it, his expression changed.
It was a vast starry sky, with a giant dragon hovering in it, one hundred thousand feet long.
However, a Yuan clan warrior killed the giant dragon with one punch and dragged it away on his shoulder.
Although it is just a simple picture, it is extremely shocking.
That giant dragon surpassed the Yinglong and Qinglong that Zhuo Yifan had seen. The latter looked like an infant in front of it, pitifully small.
Dragons are different from other races. The bigger they are, the stronger they are.
Zhuo Yifan simply didn't dare to estimate how powerful this giant dragon measuring 100,000 feet was.
He only knew that he might not be able to take even half a move in front of it.
This is really terrible.
Who would have thought that the extremely powerful dragon clan was once hunted as a small animal?
Because the last scene is that of the huge dragon being skinned by cramps and grilled on a huge fire.
In addition to the giant dragon, other spiritual beasts cannot escape the fate of prey.
Even the legendary phoenix was hunted by Yuan clan warriors and used as a delicacy.
Zhuo Yifan was speechless.
The history of the Yuan clan is simply a history of brutal conquest.
All kinds of exotic beasts were tamed or hunted by them.
They are like standing at the top of the food chain, and all the mythical and spiritual beasts in the world are their prey.
In addition to the hunting scenes, there are also sacrificial scenes.
Countless tall giants knelt down in front of the altar and sacrificed the hunted spiritual beasts.
Looking at this simple altar, Zhuo Yifan's eyes changed.
Although the altar painting was very simple, Zhuo Yifan could tell at a glance that the appearance of the altar was exactly the same as the square altar he had seen.
In other words, this ancient blood sacrifice technique actually originated from the Yuan clan.
But what makes Zhuo Yifan even more puzzled is that the Yuan clan is so powerful that they can be called gods. How powerful must the object of their sacrifice be?
Could it be that the objects of their prayers are the 12 true gods?
Zhuo Yifan fell into deep thought.
"Yifan, something seems wrong. Why are An Chen and Yin Dang not in a hurry? Aren't they afraid that the treasure will be obtained by these monks?" Ouyang Qingzhi reminded in surprise.
Zhuo Yifan turned around and saw that, sure enough, An Chen and more than a thousand people were standing in front of the stairs and were not walking up.
Zhuo Yifan's heart moved: "Why don't we go up first to see what the mystery is."
Ouyang Qingzhi nodded and said, "Okay, I feel something is wrong."
Zhuo Yifan said: "There's something wrong. An Chen is very deep in the city and full of evil. He must have his own intentions when he stops there."
The two of them stopped observing the strokes and quickly walked up the stairs.
Climbing the thousand-story stone steps, your eyes suddenly open up.
Above this, there is actually a huge platform.
This platform is at least the size of ten football fields.
There is a pool in the center, with endless netherworld energy floating in it, making it look a bit hazy.
Ouyang Qingzhi exclaimed in surprise: "That's the Netherworld. No wonder these monks are so happy. Yifan, let's go there quickly!"
Zhuo Yifan's expression changed drastically, he grabbed Ouyang Qingzhi and said in a deep voice: "Wait a minute, something is wrong. This pool cannot be the underworld, there is something weird in it."
Ouyang Qingzhi said doubtfully: "What's weird? This pool is exactly the same as the legendary Netherworld Spring. You see, the endless Netherworld Qi is almost condensing into a solid body. If you can find the real water of the Netherworld, you can temper yourself.
, the soul can be sublimated once, you can’t miss this opportunity!”
Zhuo Yifan's spiritual power exploded, and he said in surprise: "This is not the Netherworld, but an altar!"
Ouyang Qingzhi said in surprise: "Is there an altar here? What is it used for?"
"Of course the altar is used for sacrifice." Zhuo Yifan trembled: "Everyone who enters the pool will become a sacrifice."
Ouyang Qingzhi looked at the densely packed monks and felt a numbness in his back. He said in shock: "We have to stop them."
"It's too late, the formation has been activated, what a ruthless method." Zhuo Yifan's eyes shined with anger.
Suddenly, a mysterious wave came.
Ouyang Qingzhi exclaimed: "The pond has changed."
boom!
There was a loud noise, as if a 12-magnitude earthquake had occurred on the ground. Even Zhuo Yifan and Ouyang Qingzhi could hardly stand still.
Looking at the huge pool, brilliant light burst out, the blood was dazzling, and screams came one after another.
Zhuo Yifan murmured: "The blood sacrifice has started, and everyone who stands on the altar will undoubtedly die."
The monks around him were shocked and retreated violently.
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