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Chapter 1144 The Year of the Great Desolation (2)

However, after entering the secret realm of the prehistoric world, it is allowed to slowly advance. Moreover, there is no limit on the upper limit of promotion.

Such a strange restriction is simply unimaginable in talisman art. The general damage to the formation is more obvious and effective to attack the weak. The strong have the chance to protect themselves and escape, but the restriction in the secret realm of the prehistoric world is the opposite. He specifically suppresses strong people, and even refuses to let go of the Five Desolations. Therefore, for a while, Long Jue and Yaorao could not think of this level.

But for the creators of the prehistoric secret realm, this bizarre and weird restriction has its own reason for its existence.

The ability of the god of war to enter the territory is artificially limited, which means that this is a security line. The god of war below the peak of the sixth level is not enough to pose a threat to the once prosperous residents of the territory. This strange and fierce restriction is like a selective mountain-locking formation, thus eliminating unprepared war disasters.

"I haven't fully interpreted this ban clearly yet. Because it's too awkward and difficult to understand, I'll take time to study it later."

Because countless war gods have verified the security of the prehistoric secret realm, the three of them did not regard the cracking of the ban as a top priority. Shangguan Zihen immediately changed the topic and whispered: "The ban is second, I just feel that there is a message that must be mentioned." Looking at Yao Rao and Long Jue, she continued: "The sacrificial cave seems to be the last bunker before the residents of this land were extinct."

Hiss! It is indeed an important message!

Yao Rao and Long Jue listened to Shangguan Zihen’s statement with breath holding their breath. In Shangguan Zihen’s gentle voice, an ancient mystery seemed to be unfolding layer by layer in front of them. So the atmosphere around them couldn’t help but become heavier.

"The golden powder broken wall records a 'destroying battle'. It seems that for this battle, the master of the secret realm who had been stationed in the secret realm of the prehistoric world also left resolutely, taking his war beast into the fire, but never came back!"

"So the last line of war god who lost the lord took the egg of the beast to live in seclusion underground. In extreme fear and anxiety, in the face of extreme fear and anxiety, they poured the history of the prehistoric secret realm, and everything they were familiar with on the magnificent walls."

It is understandable that the mood people in extreme fear and anxiety are in their feelings.

The gold and gems scattered in the hall of the 吧少 also tell the wealth of the ancient secret realm. However, in that kind of long-term war, the suppression of life in danger made the former residents feel extremely confused, so they used the most extravagant means and the most exquisite craftsmanship to record everything they saw in their lives underground, continued their lives in another way, and exuded their enthusiasm in another way.

Those lifelike pictures and texts burn one crazy soul after another.

Yaorao and Long Jue fell into silence, while Shangguan Zihen's statement had not stopped yet.

Yes, why has such an amazing battle to destroy the world never happened in the history of Chuyuan? This is the biggest question.

"The 'War of Destruction'..." Shangguan Zihen's voice was also trembling. "What he said was a group of ferocious foreign creatures with horns, holding devastating dark powers, and suddenly fell from the sky. He wanted to occupy all the settlements of the human race, causing almost everything to destroy. Countless human race powers fell in this battle, and the Lord of the Prehistoric World was just one of them."

Buzz!

Yaorao and Long Jue suddenly felt that their heads were hit hard by someone in the back of their heads, and then they buzzed wildly uncontrollably!

In this way, everything can explain! Why are there no relics of demons in the secret realm of the prehistoric world? Because the demons are originally extraterritorial creatures! A long time ago, there were no demons in the Chuyuan Continent!

The prehistoric age... It is indeed the real prehistoric period. The golden powder wall records the history before all the history of the human race in the world! It was lost or erased in the long river of time and was unknown!

No wonder Shangguan Zihen tried his best to restore this passage. Yaorao bit her finger, and as long as she touched a corner of history, there would be endless guesses in anyone's heart.

The demon clan... comes from time and space outside the first Yuan. He originally wanted to erase all humans, but after that "War of Destruction", although the glorious history of the human race was interrupted and countless strong men fell, the demon clan's wish to "purify" did not seem to have been realized, but was also seriously damaged. Then he had to live with the human race, continuing his hostility in the current way of constant war!

In the dark era, I don’t know how many shocking battles happened. Unfortunately, the secret realm of the prehistoric world was first affected by the war, so the description of the magnificent battlefield at that time came to an abrupt end before the beginning.

"Then...?" Shangguan Zihen felt relieved after telling Yaorao and Long Jue all this, because the truth was so amazing that she could not bear it alone and had to find someone to share it. At this time, she looked at Yaorao and Long Jue with solemn expressions.

"Don't mention this matter to others." Long Jue said firmly.

This is a secret matter, and it is also a taboo, otherwise the upper class of the human race would not have blocked the news for so long. And there are some key things that have not been found yet, such as what turned the situation around the war? And what prompted the war to stop.

"Yeah." Yao Rao nodded repeatedly. Before the prehistoric world, there were no four slave divisions of Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, Green Dragon, and Black Tortoise. In the dark, she felt that the ancient powerful Morris created these small worlds, but she was impulsive because she was so idle that she had to do it. There was something that must be penetrated by the truth.

"Okay, I won't mention it." Shangguan Zihen nodded desperately.

Xiao Wu, Tianxia Wudi and others over there were eating oily faces, waving chicken bones at Yaorao with thrills.

"If you whisper, there will be no food left!"

After a little rectification, a group of seven people began their last journey in the secret realm of the prehistoric world.

In three years, all the war gods who entered the turtle breath came out of the mountain to find the last opportunity. It is a strange thing to be able to survive until now, such as Shangguan Zihen.

Some war gods passing by Yaorao and Long Jue looked at each other. However, seeing Su Qiang's aura, Yaorao and Long Jue's ethereal pressure and astonishing faces, everyone quietly hid aside. Looking at the auras of these three people, it is not a strange thing to live as a weak sermon.
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