Vol 2 Chapter 667: painting

The carriage moves forward.
Morin sat in the carriage, and along with Sauron, and some of the guards commanded by Sauron, walked slowly toward the front.
They are going to the ruins that Sauron said.
Morin looked at the horses riding on the warhorse outside, walking and roaring, and brought up a gust of wind, showing the brave knights. Without saying much, he silently withdrew his gaze.
With his swordsmanship and breathing method that he once casually taught, Sauron had a strong strength in this year and became the commander of the guards of Ethan. In Morin's view, this is normal, Sauron It would be strange to fail to do this step.
Sauron is a good child and has always been respectful to Moline. For a year, he remembered Moline's request and helped Moline search for many ancient times and relics similar to the extraordinary existence.
After all, Morin's purpose here is for those ruins. He originally wanted to go through ancient ruins to find some clues about ancient trees of wisdom.
"During this time, I suffered a lot of injuries. I was not relaxed about searching for some remains." Mo Lin flashed such an idea.
Yes, Morin once fought against several thoughts of Garrods. He was seriously injured and almost died. He recovered slowly afterwards. He also had the ability to cast spells. In the past, Morin sneaked out in secret, he shot directly, and used witchcraft to control the power of Yisangli, and let them secretly help him in various ways.
They made some discoveries, and Mo Lin secretly looked at them and discovered the truth of the ancient ruins.
A large part of those ancient ruins are fake, meaningless, and only a few of them are slightly useful. There are some things left by powerful transcendents in the ruins, and even artifacts and powers left by ancient gods For ordinary people, these things are already unimaginable, but for Mo Lin, it is not a little novel.
Originally, Mo Lin thought that there was no other place here, but it was unexpected that Sauron had found other places, so, in fact, Mo Lin would go check it out no matter what.
To Morin's surprise, Ethan, there were so many ruins in this place, which really exceeded his expectations.
"Ethan, this place is really ..."
Mo Lin thought, there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart. He grasped his hands into fists and put them on his lips, coughing heavily.
Although his injury has improved a lot, he is still injured.
"Galrods, the original sin Hydra." Morin whispered, slowly lowering his fist on his lips.
Morin closed his eyes. After a long silence, he opened his eyes again, picked up the brush, and slowly drew it.
He likes to paint.
It is based on the oil paintings of the memories of his last life, some colorful and beautiful colors and soft and tough lines, not some memories of this life.
He likes the sense of rhythm quietly depicted, peaceful, indifferent and quiet.
The whole team went slowly towards the front, and after a long time, finally, Morin and they arrived.
"Mr. Green, Mr. Green!"
Sauron turned and dismounted. He gasped and came to the carriage.
"Sir, we are here!" Sauron said towards Morin.
The carriage curtain opened, and Moline slowly walked off the carriage.
There was a picture in his arm. The oil on it was messy, and he didn't finish the painting right away. Moline slowly got off the carriage and looked very quiet.
"Hey, hey, Green, Green, you ca n’t trap me, how long can you trap me, as long as you give me a little more time, I can break through the seal, and then come to kill you completely, kill you what!"
"Wait, you wait Green, it won't take long, it won't take long."
"Green, just wait!"
"I want you to be tortured, I let you die better than life !!!"
"what!!!!!!!!!!!"
The madness of Hydra sounded constantly in Mo Lin ’s ears, with a cross and a continuous intertwined, mixed with a lot of murmurs, giving a distracted feeling, making people slightly Listening will lead to insanity, loss of perception, and complete madness.
Bang Bang.
Bang Bang.
Bang Bang Bang.
Morin's heart beat at a distance, like a drum, and his heart was still changing in various shapes, but soon, a silver witchcraft circle appeared on Morin's heart, putting the heart Suppressed severely.
It looks very quiet.
Nothing happened.
Hula.
The oil painting in Morin's arm suddenly ignited and turned into countless small black flames, drifting and drifting in the air, disappearing cleanly.
"Come on, Sauron, take me over." Morin raised his eyes and looked at Sauron in front of him. His voice was hoarse, revealing an indescribable sense of vicissitudes.
Morin was injured.
In the past, Mo Lin paid a price of seven hundred years of life in order to suppress the original sin Hydra. He is a fifth-level spiritual ring, and he is an ancient wizard. He has a unique blood line. Seven hundred years is fundamental to him. Not much, but Morin is still a lot older.
He is not physically old.
The old is not his man, but his heart.
It was Morin's heart that was bound.
"Fine." Sauron looked at Morin in front of his eyes, pursed his lips, and nodded vigorously.
He greeted the samurai around him, walking in front of him and marching with Morin.
According to the news obtained by Sauron, some people originally wanted to steal the wealth of the rich family ancestors. They came to dig the coffin, but accidentally dug out an underground cave. The underground cave leads to an unknown distance. The breath that is revealed is very ancient, like it came from the ancient times, and many people have died in it.
"It was indeed something from the ancient times." Moline nodded and came to a conclusion.
They entered the cave, raised torches, and walked in the long corridor.
What surprised the warriors was that they walked along the road and did not encounter any strange things, nor did they encounter the terrible things in the legend. This peaceful and peaceful road made these warriors feel wrong.
This is of course because of Morin.
This is what an underground palace looks like. After they walked for a while, Morin came to the center of the underground palace.
There are a lot of corpses in the center, white bones piled up, and there are many corpses with daggers on the side, the air is dim, and there is an indescribable silence.
As soon as the samurai looked at it, they felt an unspeakable forest. They stepped back subconsciously.
"It was a certain religion, but it was very simple, with a natural and primitive atmosphere, and the piles of mountainous bones were all sacrifices dedicated to their gods." Mo Lin looked around, he looked around Some scratches on the walls, rough paintings, and scenes of sacrifices almost know what is going on.
"Sauron, you are waiting here."
Mo Lin gave a casual command and walked towards the pile of corpses in front of him.
He had just entered the corpse mountain range. Suddenly, there was a black gas at his feet, and the black gas was like fog, lingering from Mo Lin's feet, trying to rush into Mo Lin's body.
"Haha, hahaha, how many years, how many years, how many years have passed, I finally met the humans who came in again ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Humans, give your body, me, respect ... ... God? You are a !!! "
"Damn! Damn !!! Damn !!!"
"Respected God, I will leave immediately, please ...
"Don't ..."
"what!!!!!"
Morin didn't pay attention to the residual consciousness that rushed out, he wiped out the thing, and then stepped forward to the real central position.
"It feels a bit wrong here ..." Morin closed his eyes slightly.
He suddenly felt something.
Bang!
The central position collapsed and fell directly, falling into a dilapidated black stone temple below.
Morin and Rushan's body fell together.
Wow, wow, the bones are piled up in the Blackrock Temple.
And just as the center collapsed, the already dilapidated statue in the Blackrock Shrine suddenly appeared densely cracked, and then burst with a bang.
Morin's eyes fell on the shattered idol in front.
He walked slowly towards the front.
"Mr. Green!" Above, the warriors exclaimed in bursts. They ran over quickly, and Sauron shouted anxiously above.
"I'm fine."
Mo Lin said without looking back.
His eyes patrolled the fragments of the idol, and after a while, Mo Lin's mouth suddenly moved, and he couldn't help smiling.
Morin squatted in front of him, he reached out and slowly brushed away the gravel and dust.
A golden slate appeared.
There are many indescribable and indescribable lines on the gold slate. On the gold slate, there is a very abrupt half tree mark. This mark is light and clear, and it is simply left on the gold slate.