My elf is 100 million points stronger

The flashlight pierced a white beam of light, and Bai Luo squinted his eyes to look at the space he was in at the moment.

Only now did he realize that the rock wall where the gap was located should be the outer edge of the mysterious ruins. It was only because of the passage of time that the mountain moved and part of it was shaken open, revealing the built road.

"This is...the mausoleum? The ruins?"

After Bai Luo walked through that road, he twisted and turned into a space similar to a spacious stone room. Out of caution, he didn't act rashly, but asked the night watchman to investigate, in case there were any institutions in this place. Things are not good.

The white flashlight beam hits the top, and under the light of the flashlight, the complex lines on the top are exposed, full of ancient and wild flavor.

The purple halos in his eyes were concentrated, and Bai Luo roughly understood that this was a connected mural, and the general meaning seemed to describe the story of an ancient trainer whose elves attacked the enemy, defended the city, and quelled the war.

The rough lines formed a simple human figure, and there seemed to be a few glowing spheres floating around the man, like stars guarding the bright moon.

Surrounding the figure, there are several elf figures stitched together with lines. Unfortunately, the age is too old, and the style of painting is so abstract that it is impossible to distinguish the specific types of elves.

"I couldn't have broken into someone's grave." Bai Luo was a little helpless, why was his painting style always not right, and what was going on with this strong smell of tomb robbery?

"Looking for the dragon and dividing the gold to look at the mountains..." At this moment, Ye Xunling's body flickered back, a pair of scarlet eyes looked at his master who had started to talk again, and a few black lines hung down from his forehead.

Pulling the corner of Bai Luo's clothes, he woke up someone Bai who was cosplaying Captain Jin from YY, and the night watchman waved his arm, which meant that everything was safe and there were no traps or other things to make it feel dangerous.

"Let's go, let's go ahead and have a look." Bai Luo said with a smile, the soles of the shoes left clear footprints on the dusty ground, the weak vibrations were transmitted through the ground, somewhere in this underground space, like a clay sculpture The figure trembled for a moment.

Froggrass used vines to move away the boulders blocking the way, Bai Luo frowned, his eyes wandered over the wide stone gate in front of him.

Two lines were written on the door in an ancient font that Bailuo could not understand. The font was twisted and twisted, deep into the stone gate.

Fingertips brushed over the notch, and Bai Luo gritted his teeth secretly: "I can't understand this thing either."

Isn't this just bullying me for being uneducated?

He is not a scholar of ancient history, and he can't figure out the font of the unknown age. Maybe Sirona can understand something when she comes?After all, professional counterparts.

Withdrawing his divergent thoughts, his mind would be uncontrollably happy every time this happened.

"It's time to summon the omnipotent system." Bai Luo rubbed his cheeks, calling his own system in his mind: "Yuanfang, what do you think?"

[Ancient text detected, do you want to translate it? ]

"Good guy, do you still have a translation function?" Bai Luo joked.

[The translation is complete and has been converted to a commonly used font. ]

Two lines of flashing blue fonts appeared on Bailuo's retina.

The first sentence: You are here, a predestined person.

The second sentence: open the door, come in and see me.

What the fuck? ? !

Bai Luo was so frightened that he almost breathed out the fragrance, he suddenly felt the temperature in this ghost place suddenly drop, a ray of chill went all the way up from the tailbone, and exploded in Bai Luo's mind.

These two sentences are really scary, combined with the environment he is in, Bai Luo always feels that there is a piao blowing cool air on the back of his neck.

"Where is the evildoer dare to pretend to be a ghost?! Eat me Dawei Tianlong!"

Bailuo let out a strange cry, and bounced his body backwards. The frog grass beside him covered his eyes with vines, and sighed wildly, not looking at his master's behavior.

Under the "painful persuasion" of Frog Grass and Ye Xun Ling, Bai finally put away his tricks and began to seriously think about the meaning of these two sentences.

His first reaction was that the owner of the ruins was suspicious, scaring off the later tomb robbers, but this idea was soon overturned, because there was no trap along the way, it should not be used to guard against tomb robbers.

Maybe it's the bad taste of the owner of the ruins?Or is it the unique humor of ancient humans?

Anyway, I don't wear Liaozhai, and the world of Pokemon is not fashionable in the world of Piao and Zongzi, so Bai decided to go in and have a look.

Didn't you say to let me, a predestined person, go in to see you?Then I went in to see what was behind the door.

"I don't believe you can really pop out a big red-haired rice dumpling." Bai Luo muttered, and asked Frog Grass to open the stone door, while he was under the protection of the night watchman to prevent accidents from happening.

The vines had a green luster and directly penetrated the stone gate. The thick stone was like a piece of soft tofu in front of the frog grass. After all, the strength of the half-step heavenly king is considered to be first-rate everywhere, and should not be underestimated.

The Shimen was easily dismantled by Froggrass, a puff of smoke and dust stirred up on the surface, and an old smell diffused, Bai Luo wore a gas mask on his face, and cast his eyes cautiously inside.

It was a wider space, almost the size of a formal battle field, and the walls on all sides were carved with rough lines, which were more refined than those outside.

It's a pity that Mr. Bai really doesn't have the vision to appreciate outstanding ancient art. He can only distinguish the general meaning of this series of murals.

The first one is a sun hanging from the sky, with radial lines surrounding the circle, and a human figure standing below, as if it fell from the sky?

Below are some entangled human figures, which seem to be attacking each other. The shapes of elves are outlined with lines around them, and Bai Luo can vaguely see the shape of a fire-breathing dragon.

"The old spray still has a face..."

Bai Luo complained silently, and continued to browse. The murals that followed were roughly human figures descending from the sky surrounded by elves, which had a similar meaning to the murals outside.

The shapes of those elves were still indistinguishable, only that they were majestic beasts.

It is worth mentioning that in these murals, there is only the pattern of the human figure surrounded by multiple elves, and the others are a combination of a person and an elf.

The next mural is that the figure landed in the center of the battlefield, quelling the war, and then sat on a high throne, surrounded by elves, and under the throne were humans and elves who worshiped and saluted.

The next murals began to become abstract, anyway, Bai Luo couldn't understand what it meant, only the last one could see that the human figure flew up into the sky under the traction of a shape composed of complex lines.

"What do you mean?? Ascension?" Bai Luo scratched his hair with a wonderful expression. Was he really looking at the murals of the Pokemon world?What a fat thing is this strong smell of cultivating immortals! !

Give me back the painting style I should have!

Someone Bai tore off a handful of hair, thinking with some pain, this kind of half-knowledge feeling is really uncomfortable.

Bai Luo took out the camera, turned off the flash, and recorded all these murals in a click, and then asked his old man if he could understand.

"It's probably enough." Bai Luo shook his head secretly, his father was an authority on elves, not archaeology.

He turned his gaze to the high platform in the center of the wide space. It was a simple and elegant seat, which should be the throne described in the mural.

There is only this one thing in the entire space.

Bai Luo approached cautiously. The throne was high in the air, and the base below was a series of steps. The damage was very serious, and it was full of scratches from time.

"It's not a coffin... what is this?"

Bai Luo stood still at the bottom of the steps, looking up at the black throne.

"There are characters??" Bai Luo brushed away the dust on the steps, revealing the characters underneath.Bai Luo looked up and found that there was a sentence on each step.

"Translator, what does this mean?"

Bai Luo began to call the system.

[He came from the sun and went to the sun again. He is the son of the sun, the incarnation of gods walking in the world, the master of monsters, and the light of redemption. ]

[We sing of his deeds, whose virtues shone like gold. ]

[God loves the world, so let him come down from the sky. ]

[He is redemption, bringing us what is most precious. ]

Bai Luo walked up the steps step by step, those words seemed to contain solemnity, which made his expression serious.

"This style of painting is getting more and more wrong..." Bai Luo thought to himself.

Going up, there are no more words and sentences on the steps close to the throne, as if out of great respect, the place where the throne is located is majestic and inviolable.

Bai Luo's eyes reflected the black stone throne, and there was writing on the broken backrest?

Bai Luo stretched out his hand, wanting to brush away the dust, revealing clear handwriting for the system to translate. The moment his fingers touched the throne, a great throbbing sensation suddenly surged in his heart, like a deadly needle pricking feeling all over his body. , sounding the alarm in frenzy.

The cry of Froggrass resounded, and the vines instantly entangled Bailuo's waist and pulled him off the stone platform. The figure of the night watchman emerged from Bailuo's shadow, and the shadow ball gathered in his palm, crashing with the oncoming white beam of light. bump.

As the air wave raged, Bai Luo was pulled back by Frog Grass, and looked at the strange figure floating behind the throne with a serious expression.

"Mind force puppet?"

Bai Luo asked in surprise, there are still elves in this place?Why didn't he notice any life when he came in?Even the froggrass didn't respond?

The Nianli clay puppet floats in the air, and the eyes on the head emit scarlet light, giving people the feeling of confusion, a bit like the confusion after a long time.

The body of the night watchman was blown away, and the strength of this Nianli puppet was almost at the level of a gymnasium.

Surrounded by the Nianli clay puppet, fluctuations of superpowers stirred up. It stopped in front of the throne, and Bai Luo's perception was full of chaos and confusion, and there was even anger?

"This Nianli clay puppet..." Bai Luo frowned, what happened to the breath left by it for a long time?Is it an elf that has survived in ancient times? ?

Or did the owner of this ruin stay behind as a guard? ?

Before he had time to think about it, the Nianli clay puppet had condensed a huge stone and smashed it down in Bailuo's direction.