But it was amazing that the blood flowed down the cup and into the stone. Then they heard a sound of "boom".

See in front of me is a stone wall place, as if the door slowly opened from the middle.

Then where they stood, the stone walls under their feet began to rotate.

Feng Sujin's reaction was very fast. She quickly grabbed Qiao Liuhua and Shen Huaiqiao for fear that they would shake down one by one.

I don't know how long it took for the stone to stop.

In their vertigo, they found themselves in another spacious place.

The key is that they are still very bright. For a moment, they thought they had left the old underground site of the ancient country!

In front of us is a spacious square ground, surrounded by stone pillars, above which are huge beads, as if emitting white light for years.

Then the inner platform seems to be a sacrificial platform, on which there are many things, various jewelry, and many fresh fruit grains.

It is strange that these fresh fruits and grains have not been corroded at all. They are always fresh, as if someone had just put them on.

"Look, it's a picture."

"This painting is not a mural, but a human painting. It should be the painting method of ancient times to see the painting skill."

Feng Sujin looked at the sacrificial painting. It was a man in fairy clothes. His clothes were calm and automatic, as if he stepped on the void and fell. The Fairy Spirit was floating.

It's a freehand feeling. There's no specific appearance, but it's extraordinary just by looking at the temperament.

Feng Sujin looked at the picture, did not know why, there was a strong sense of familiarity in her mind.

When she had dreamed before, it seemed that such a figure, a feeling, had appeared in her dream.

But she didn't remember much when she dreamed and woke up.

But when she saw the picture, she felt it.

Feng Sujin had a strong feeling in her mind that she wanted to scream out, but when she thought about it carefully, her head hurt so much that she couldn't think of it at all.

At this time, Shen Huaiqiao looked at the pictures below. "You see, people kneel down. Is the immortal in this picture the creator

Hearing the three words of chuangshishen, fengsujin trembled.

The creator is the master of the whole world.

It's the existence that everyone respects.

Even if there are nine realms later, no one can surpass the status and power of the creator.

But she also remembers what Shen Huaiqiao said, saying that the creator didn't know what to do later, and went from God to devil.

Looking at the picture, Feng Sujin felt that it was a pity that he had gone from being a God to a devil.

I don't know what the creator will look like.

Feng Sujin turns her head to see Shen Huaiqiao, "after the creation of the world, do you know?"

Feng Sujin didn't know why. She was suddenly interested in the creator and couldn't help but want to know everything about him.

"I went to the evil garden quietly for a short time. There were taboos and the evil spirit was too strong. So what I saw was only fragmentary records. Maybe I'll check it and find something else."

Feng Sujin nodded. What she thought now was that she would go to the evil garden to see the records of the creator.

She didn't know why, just wanted to know, as if something sealed in her mind made her feel so strong.

Feng Sujin stands here, and the feeling of what she does will appear in her mind.

She did it according to her mind. She found a lot of things from the walls and various organs.