When two commander-level Sky Blood Lions flew out, I thought there would be a rare bloody battle.
However, he didn't expect that the really powerful ones all had rivals, so he had to vent his anger on a group of flame horses.
It only took a moment to deal with the flaming horse, but that was not enough. The lion group was not satisfied with the current results, especially the two Sky Blood Lions, who immediately turned their attention to the many mud and stone cattle and sand lizards that were being toyed with by the Divine Dust Tiger.
Instantly, a steel torrent formed and rushed forward, and immediately, this group of slave-level demons met with disaster.
His gaze turned to Diana, who was now suppressing the Rock Bull. The crushing strength and attributes made the Rock Bull no match at all. In the hands of Diana, who possessed spatial power, the bulky Rock Bull had no chance of escaping.
On the other hand, even though Ding Yumian’s Hellfire Stone, which is also of the Fire Element, has the amplification of the Soul Seed, it is still at a disadvantage when used with the Fire Element and the Fiery Horse.
However, Ding Yumian's soul seed Tribulation Destruction Divine Flame has a strange and powerful effect. It will continue to burn all substances with energy. Over time, if the Flame Horse does not run, it will probably be killed by the Tribulation Destruction Divine Flame transformed from the energy he carries on his body.
"Let's make it quick and decisive."
The silver hairpin spear in Bai Mo's hand flashed, and he walked towards the Rock Demon Bull on the side of Jiaoyue. He had only taken three or five steps, and when he took the next step, his figure appeared just above the Rock Demon Bull.
"boom!"
Another brutal collision, Jiaoyue was like a star falling from the sky, bombarding the Rock Demon Bull's back with thunder. The huge force directly broke the Rock Demon Bull's back, and made its entire body collapse to the ground.
The thunder rushed out of Jiaoyue's fist and flowed into the body of the Rock Demon Bull through the cracked wound.
Crackling electric currents ran through his body, piercing back and forth on the Rock Demon Bull, paralyzing it in the blink of an eye.
"good!"
Bai Mo's eyes lit up, and the silver hairpin spear in his hand fell immediately. The spatial spear light with powerful destructive power slashed down, cutting off the rock demon bull's head like cutting tofu.
The ghost bracelet on his wrist glowed slightly, and it enveloped him with the suction force of soul-calling power, collecting all the soul essence that exploded from the rock demon bull, as well as some soul essence and residual soul that naturally dropped from killing enemies on the battlefield.
Over there, Ding Yumian did not continue to use the Fiery Horse to hone his fire element. Instead, he exerted all his mental power, and after just one round, he had beaten the Fiery Horse to the point of being on the verge of death.
Seeing that the Flame Horse Commander was hit 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 ethnic groups that posed a great threat to the nearby Dunhuang City were eliminated.
In the shadows in the distance, a military magician in charge of the defense near Dunhuang opened his eyes wide, somewhat unable to believe that what was happening before his eyes was real.
He originally received an order from above to come here and watch, saying that someone was going to enter the Mogao Grottoes. He thought he was here to serve as a bodyguard for that powerful young man.
However, they did not expect that the Fiery Horse Demon Tribe that had caused their Dunhuang military such a headache was solved just like that!
That’s right, because there are three commanders, and these three commanders know how to help each other and cooperate with each other, so they have raised the level of the demons here to the level of a tribe.
Because the group of demons is centered around the Flame Horse tribe, it is named the Flame Horse Demon Tribe.
It was not until this time that the military magician, who was usually in charge of the control and prevention of demons near Dunhuang, understood the meaning of his superiors asking him to keep an eye on it for the next few days.
"You are not here to be a bodyguard, but to let us seize the opportunity to recapture the Mogao Grottoes and re-establish the Mogao Military Post."
On the other side, someone was watching secretly, and both Bai Mo and Ding Yumian noticed it, but after Ding Yumian realized that there was no ill intention, they didn't plan to care anymore.
Coming to the top of the hill and standing in front of the largest cave, Bai Mo took a look inside.
In his original world, Mogao Grottoes is a symbol of Chinese civilization. It was excavated during the period of the Five Barbarians and Sixteen Kingdoms and continued until the Yuan Dynasty. It has spanned thousands of years and also recorded the customs and historical changes of China for thousands of years.
But this magical world seemed even more mysterious. Bai Mo remembered that he had called Professor Shi before leaving and got some information about this place.
The so-called Mogao, derived from the word "unfathomable and profound", refers to the magical structure inside, which is said to record things from the totem era and the early days of mankind.
In modern times, there is no document recording its origin.
Looking inside, Bai Mo could only see a huge stone cave that looked like a dance hall. The walls of the cave were a little red, which were traces of the flames left by the Fiery Horse not long ago.
When you look deeper, you can't see anything, as if you are shrouded in a layer of darkness and chaos.
"Let's go in." Bai Mo said.
"good."
After entering the cave, he found that it was not as dark as it looked from the outside. After walking two more steps, he suddenly realized that Ding Yumian disappeared in his peripheral vision.
Bai Mo's expression froze and he turned around suddenly, only to see that the cave entrance behind him was still there, but the familiar figure was gone.
Then, he felt an extremely subtle spatial fluctuation, like the slight itch on his face after the wind blew.
With a frown, he took off the Mogao Grottoes entrance certificate given to him by Old Man Bao hanging around his waist, and saw the strange crescent-shaped stone emitting a faint light.
He had some guesses in his mind, and turned his head to look at the wall that he had just turned his head to find was wrong.
"Sure enough, only with the certificate can you enter the real Mogao Grottoes."
Bai Mo muttered to himself, but stared at the wall without blinking. He saw murals on it. The murals had no colors, were not bright, and were not well-painted. They were simple and rustic.
But even so, it is easy to understand the content of this mural.
It was a picture of a group of people being caught in the rain.
It can be seen that both the elderly and children are getting wet in the rain.
“Huh!”
After taking a look, Bai Mo suddenly felt that the scenery in the picture was moving, and his body seemed to be really in the heavy rain, soaked by the cold rain.
Then, he felt a flash before his eyes, and he really found himself in a rain curtain, surrounded by many people wearing linen clothes.
Bai Mo was startled and felt that this feeling was extremely familiar, just like when he was reading the spiritual mural in the ancient king's tomb.
He didn't think about going out, and it seemed impossible for him to go out, so he just stood there in the rain among the crowd.
The rain was pouring down without stopping. He didn't know why he had to get wet in the rain here, but his intuition told him that it might be related to the so-called natural school.
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 people around are clear, but they are all ordinary faces. The only thing worth noting is the yearning and determination in their eyes.
Determination is more common in older people, while yearning is more common in younger people.
Everyone was speechless, as if being able to get caught in the rain here was already a great fortune.
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 the eyes of everyone when his magic was awakened.
The rain was like a column, getting heavier and heavier, and gradually he felt as if there were tons of rocks falling on him. The increasingly heavy force made him feel as if his soul was about to be crushed.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he just felt his eyes go dark and his body was no longer his own.
But at this moment, a cheer rang out. Bai Mo turned his head with difficulty and opened his eyelids to look, and saw a young man with water surging on his hands, trying hard to separate the heavy rain on his body.
And 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. Why were they still laughing so enthusiastically?
After an unknown amount of time, his last bit of consciousness could no longer hold on and he fainted.
What surprised Bai Mo was that he did not leave the painting in his heart, but watched the follow-up from the perspective of a bystander.
The rainstorm stopped and the open space became rippled with waves. Some people were standing there, controlling the current and pulling out swollen corpses from the water.
Seeing this scene, Bai Mo couldn't help but be stunned. If he couldn't wake up, he would be washed to death by the rain?
No, it should be awakening with the determination to die.
It was not until this moment that this heart painting kicked Bai Mo out.
As soon as he regained consciousness, Bai Mo grimaced. 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 two more times, he should be able to break through.
This mural is far more advanced than Sha Yuan's heart painting.
Taking a look at the painting in front of him that was covered in rain, Bai Mo took the initiative to focus his attention on it.
"Hmm? No way!"
With his head tilted, Bai Mo gathered all his thoughts and charged forward, but the result was that his thoughts seemed to hit nothing. The feeling of using the wrong force was extremely uncomfortable.
"No, then no, I'll look at something else."
Muttering to himself, Bai Mo turned his head to look at the wall on the other side. The content on this wall was even simpler.
But it can also be seen that it seems to be even longer ago, with several people in a home in the cave, grilling meat and making a fire.
Bai Mo stared for a few seconds, and as expected, his consciousness was pulled into the mural, and he became one of the people warming themselves by the fire.
You can even smell the aroma of roasting meat in the hands of a man wrapped in animal skins sitting in the middle of the fire, but you still can't move.
Looking at the fire in front of him, Bai Mo thought to himself, "Do we have to bathe in fire?"
However, he was obviously overthinking it, as the mural seemed to be purely recording one thing.
As the family gathered around the fire, suddenly, a boy of about thirteen or fourteen began to show signs of awakening.
Seeing this scene, many people sitting around the fire all had surprised expressions on their faces and made exaggerated body movements, as if they had received a great blessing, and some even knelt down in front of a strange pattern.
After reading the content, he was kicked out immediately. After feeling his own spirit, Bai Mo did not find any increase in feeling.
"It seems that what is here is just a simple narrative of the situation and has no effect."
He secretly agreed in his heart, but did not really make this judgment. When he looked inside, he could see that there were still patterns on the wall leading to the cave.
But when he stood here, he could only see the murals here clearly. Even the mural just one step away, he couldn't see it clearly.
His eyes moved around, and Bai Mo took a step forward. As soon as he took this step, his expression changed, and he felt that the magic energy in his sea of spirituality was consumed at a rapid rate.
With one step, half the galaxy's magical energy is gone!
The agreement of the spring cannot be triggered here, and he only has six galaxies in total!
Secretly complaining about the mechanism here in his heart, Bai Mo immediately turned his head to look at the mural.
The mural still shows a circle of people surrounding a fire, but what makes people's eyes twitch is that this group of people are not warming themselves by the fire, but burning their hands. They all put their hands into the fire as if measuring the temperature of the flame.
“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 piercing pain in his hand and couldn't help but gasp.
Enduring the pain that made my veins throb, I observed the scene as usual. Unlike the previous painting of being caught in the rain, there were no children in this scene. The youngest one was about fifteen or sixteen years old.
What is the same is their determined eyes, as if they are pursuing something.
Next, Bai Mo began to sit in jail, watching his hands turn into charcoal bit by bit in the flames.
But this is not the end. The hand is gone, but 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 finally awakened the fire element, and then the content of the mural ended, he breathed a sigh of relief.
After exiting the mural, Bai Mo relaxed a bit. Instead of measuring the increase in his mental strength, he looked at the narrative mural on the other side.
I put my mind into it, and this time the narrative will be longer.
But the main theme remains the same, which is awakening.
This is still a matter of awakening, but Bai Mo has become the protagonist in the mural.
It was a small village with drizzling rain. He walked in the rain and then awakened the water system.
He informed the villagers about this matter, and seemed to have said something, and also communicated with two other villagers who had also awakened the water system.
After that, all the villagers came out to feel the drizzle.
After leaving the mural, Bai Mo was thoughtful. The things narrated in the two paintings seemed to be the same, but the core was different.
The former also regards the mastery of an elemental power as a coincidence, a favor and favour from the gods.
The latter is to find the patterns and try to apply them.
The other two paintings are similar, both telling only 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 stupid now.
Bai Mo said nothing, and no one else could say anything, so he just kept walking forward.
After reading the content of this step, he inexplicably felt his mind startle, as if he had broken through something, and his mind became more open.
"The sixth level."
He smiled slightly, but the murals now concerned him more, so he walked forward without stopping.
He walked nine more steps, feeling more energetic, but before he reached the end of the cave, his magic power was gone.
But the content of these nine-step murals basically completed his guesses.
On the surface, this place records the trivialities of awakening magic, or rather, it records the trivialities of awakening magic.
Rather, this is a record of the ancient exploration of magic by humans on this land, the origin of magic! (End of this chapter)
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