Chapter 1594: It’s not necessarily death that will never sleep forever.

Hanging Dragon Island.
Among the magnificent golden palaces, ten dragons stand on one side, and the atmosphere in the hall is a little nervous.
The dragons representing the top ten dragons, the top ten dragons standing at the top of the world, gathered in a hall.

Is the news from the Twilight Forest reliable? Is there a demon in this world?
Lorenzo, the patriarch of the Flame Dragon, asked loudly, and the tone was full of unbelief.
"Irina used the light to kill the evil that was attached to the son of Isaiah, and together with him to purify as nothingness, this is the scene that everyone on the scene sees.
When the Erba tribe was slaughtered, there were many doubts. We also found the evil atmosphere from the traces left on the scene, so we did not kill Rex, but held it in the Bastig prison. .
If, as Rex said, the devil's tentacles may have already reached the world, and we know nothing about them. The chilly sound of Douglas sounded, and the hot air suddenly became much colder.
"Our dragon family is the most powerful race in this world. It is the king of the sky. Even if the devil really exists, what is terrible." The amethyst dragon covered with lilac amethyst scales The elder Eustace smiled a little disdainfully: "It is ridiculous to bring together the top ten dragons for such a small matter?"
"I also asked the King of the Titans to fight. If there is nothing else, I will go first." Isaiah, the chief of the tyrannosaurus, suddenly got up and turned to walk outside the hall.
"If there is a demon in this world, this thing may not be as simple as we think." At this moment, the golden dragon chief who has been silent has said: "I found a pair in the taboo tomb of Golden Dragon Island." The huge murals were left by our ancestors. I have not understood what it is to say for many years, but today I should take you there."
"The murals left by the ancestors?" The dragons heard a few strange colors, and even Louis, who was about to walk to the door, stopped.
The dragon's long life allows them to leave traces of words and murals, and enough time for them to pass on their mouths.
However, as the birthplace of the dragon, the golden dragon island has left the murals left by the ancestors, and it is still the longest middle-aged dragon, and the most widely-experienced Louis can't understand. This makes the dragons mention a few. Interest.
"Let's go." Louis got up, his wings, and disappeared into the hall.
The dragons also followed.
After a while, the giant dragons appeared in a dark and huge crypt, a huge mural of length kilometers and widths of more than 500 meters appeared in front of them.
This is a grand project that only the dragon can complete.
Even the heads of the dragons, even under the ground, have such a grand mural, which is a bit of a surprise.
"I didn't expect that there would be such a mural under the gold dragon family's underground, but what are the paintings?" Loren opened a string of fireballs, and the fireball flew out, hovering over the murals in a hundred meters. prior to.
This panoramic view of the magnificent murals in the deep underground is truly present in front of everyone.
a mess.
There is only a chaotic scene that catches everyone’s eyes.
This is a complete picture with countless races and countless weird pictures.
The dragons bite and kill each other; the forest troll twisted the companion's head, and the mouth was still biting a half of the elf; the scarlet goblin on the eye was riding the orc madly chasing a group of monkeys; the endless sea was dyed red by the blood, densely numb The demon's body floated on the surface of the sea, being bitten by a group of terrible big fish, and many other races they had never seen before were madly killing each other and slaughtering other races...
In the center of the whole mural, a gray-black pigment is used to outline a huge, unnamed hill. The dragon is as small as a mosquito in front of it. Countless tentacles from the hexagonal seal on the top of its head. Under the spurs, those tentacles were covered with scarlet eyes, sparkling with fascinating light, as if they were going to break through the seal.
The giant dragons looked at this scene and their faces were slightly changed.
"This... what is this?!" Loren, standing in front of the indescribable, took a step back.
The weird and impactful picture made the dragons a little shocked.
"If there is an unknown and terrible devil in the world, this may be the case." Louis stepped forward and said calmly: "The age of this mural is even more recorded and passed down than our dragons. It’s a long time, and this time is counted in tens of thousands of years. But in the inheritance of our dragons, there is no such thing as this mural, so I once thought that this is the illusion of one of our ancestors."
"All kinds of ethnic groups are fighting each other, even the mutual killing between the same people. Is it really a record of a race war in ancient times?" Eustace frowned.
"No, it's more like the scene in which the Erba tribe described by Rex is killed by the devil." Douglas looked at the mural with a dignified look. The voice is heavy: "Race war is not like this, the dragon will not Crazy attacks of the same kind, no race will be so madly attacking their own kind, the elf is even less likely."
"This is not a mural, so what to do nervously." Isaiah grinned and smiled: "Maybe it is our ancestors who have nothing to do, deliberately draw something to scare us."
"No, I think Douglas is right. This mural should be a warning left to us by the ancestors. Three years ago, there was a vision at the bottom of the earth. I discovered this hidden crypt and the only mural in the crypt. In the past three years alone, there is a suspected devil in the Twilight Forest. There must be an inseparable relationship between the two.
Louis stepped forward, the golden scorpion stared at the big octopus head, but it had The invisible of the human body and the huge wings, "This guy, I was afraid that it was sealed somewhere by our ancestors, and now, it is beginning to extend its tentacles and affect our world."
"How is it possible! You said that this mural has existed for tens of thousands of years, and what can live for so long? Even our dragon, but only live for three thousand years." Lorenzo questioned.
"Look at the line in the corner." Louis's golden eyes fell to the corner.
There is a line of words written in the dragon language of sake.
"It’s not necessarily death that will never sleep forever..." Loren’s voice trembled.