Ye Wuque's eyes instantly became sharp!

What if the old nerve really lied to him?

After all, so far only the old nerve can interpret the supreme divine text.

If the old man really wanted to deceive him in this respect, he would not be able to tell.

After all, who stipulated that the corresponding meanings of the nine supreme divinities must also be nine characters?

Ye Wuque immediately began to carefully recall the situation when the old nerve interpreted the supreme divine script at that time.

But even thinking about it now, there is no flaw.

And because of his relationship with Chong Chong, coupled with the special relationship between the old nerve and the Yong Ye Tian Tomb, and the possible cause and effect between himself and himself, he didn't question it at the time.

for a while.

In front of the tomb that was cut in two, Ye Wuque and Brother Xiaosa were all lost in their own thoughts.

A memory of desperately holding his head, whispering in his mouth.

One has no expression on his face, but his eyes are flickering, extremely sharp!

There was a dead silence in the temple.

"wrong!"

"There is another possibility!"

Suddenly, Ye Wuque's eyes moved, he looked at Brother Xiaosa, and said in a deep voice: "How do you know that the Yongyetian Tomb only has 30 floors? What evidence do you have?"

Brother Xiaosa thought hard, and after hearing Ye Wuque's words, he raised his head subconsciously again, felt Ye Wuque's sharp eyes, and immediately said in a daze: "Brother, I don't know either!"

"But these memories just emerged from my mind. My brother saw the chaotic picture, so it shouldn't be wrong! It shouldn't be wrong!"

Brother Xiaosa's answer made Ye Wuque narrow his eyes slightly, then frowned and said: "Now the problem is yes, something went wrong!"

"According to what you said, there is something wrong with the tomb, which doesn't match what you remember."

"Your memory may also have a problem."

"The Eternal Night Tomb was moved from an infinite height by a great existence, and it has been a long time since it appeared in the Sanhuang Realm!"

"After the vicissitudes of life and the evolution of the years, the current Yongyetian Tomb has undergone many changes from the previous Yongyetian Tomb."

"And you..."

Ye Wuque's voice became calm. In a short period of time, he thought of a lot, but with a thought in his mind, a beam of false **** power illuminated the void, and two murals were outlined!

Surprisingly, it was one of the murals that I saw in the hall reflecting the long river of time and space before!

In the first mural, the handsome brother Bao looks solemn, sitting cross-legged on a high platform, accepting the worship of all living beings, and the power of faith surges and shines in all directions.

In the third mural, Brother Xiaosa, Fairy Miaomiao, and Madman with a masked sword, the three of them are sitting around the bonfire, as if drinking wine for a celebration banquet.

"According to the chronological order, from these murals, it can be proved that you have entered the Eternal Night Heaven Tomb in the past!"

"However, what entered may not be the current Tomb of Eternal Night Heaven, but the original Tomb of Eternal Night Heaven that was still in place at the beginning and was not moved to the Sanhuang Realm."

"Remember carefully!"

After Ye Wuque evolved the two murals, Brother Xiaosha's bright little eyes had already looked over, staring closely, as if recalling.

This is a possibility that Ye Wuque thought of!

What if the memory left by brother Xiaosa is the tomb of Yongyetian in the past?

In the past, the Yongyetian Tomb had only thirty floors.

Now, there are three more layers.

This, perhaps also the handwriting of old nerves!

Then the old nerve didn't lie to himself at the beginning, but brother Xiaosha's memory had gone wrong.

"These murals... murals... Brother, have you ever been here? Have you been here?"

Brother Xiao Sa muttered to himself, his small face showed pain again, the beard on his head was shaking, but he still stared at the two murals.

"Are there any other murals?" Brother Xiaosa suddenly asked.

Ye Wuque didn't speak, but pointed out.

Buzz buzz!

The power of the False God shone everywhere, and Ye Wuque immediately evolved all the murals he saw in the hall.

In that hall, there are a total of nine murals.

Except for the first and third.

Second mural.

Endless corpses, **** and bloody, spreading red across the sky, indescribable killings and boiling evil spirits, recorded a terrifying battle.

Fourth mural.

It peeled off so cleanly that nothing could be distinguished.

Fifth mural.

Huntian's body flew across the void, and there were endless corpses floating on the ground below, and black tombs stood behind him, and in the deepest distance, one after another, the vast and terrifying realms were filled with the extremely cold and dead breath of death.

Sixth mural.

It records the moment of the battle between Fairy Miaomiao and Huntian!

The background is a dilapidated vast realm, which is the embodiment of the background of the fifth mural.

Seventh mural.

It was also peeled off completely, and nothing could be seen.

Eighth mural.

Another high platform, the scene is exactly the same as the first mural, and there are countless people kneeling down to worship Brother Xiaosa.

But it exudes a strong breath of death!

The high platform is no longer brilliant, it will be lightly, and the brilliance of faith is replaced by the black brilliance of death.

The difference between life and death, Brother Xiao Sa is completely opposite.

But on the high platform, shrouded in a light cluster of faint brilliance, surging the only vitality, being enshrined, what permeates is death rather than vitality. Can't last long.

Ninth mural.

It was Ye Wuque who recorded his encounter with a member of the Zongdi Ling clan who was imprisoned here.

Brother Xiao Sa's gaze has been completely concentrated on the nine murals.

"The fourth mural and the seventh mural have long been peeled off, and we cannot see any recorded content." Ye Wuque explained.

"These, these..."

Brother Xiao Sa had a reaction at this time!

"what!"

The next moment, Brother Xiao Sa let out a low growl of pain, he put his head in his hands, and even rolled directly to the ground, rolling continuously, excruciating pain!

Obviously, Brother Xiao Sa seems to have recalled something, but it also touched some kind of restriction in himself, life would be worse than death.

Ye Wuque didn't bother, he understood that now is a critical moment, and this may also be a process that Brother Xiaosha is destined to accept personally.

After Brother Xiao Sa struggled for ten breaths, his bright little eyes widened suddenly, then he sat up and stared straight at all the phantoms of the murals in the void again.

"if it is like this.."

"No wonder!"

"This is a fake tomb!"

"The real 'tomb' should be..."

"hiss!"

Brother Xiao Sa suddenly gasped, as if he realized something.

"Who else would do it?"

Brother Xiaosa's self-talk made Ye Wuque's eyes move, and he immediately said, "What do you think of?"

Brother Xiaosa raised his eyes and looked at Ye Wuque. At this time, bloodshot eyes were crawling in his pair of bright and small eyes. Obviously, the memory confusion just now was very uncomfortable!

"Little boy, you are right. The Yongyetian Tomb in my memory is from the past, and there are only 30 floors."

"But right now, this Eternal Night Sky Tomb...is different!"

"Someone made a change!"

"The Eternal Night Sky Tomb has been transformed!"

"There should be more than 30 floors! There are still deeper areas! There must be more!"

"The 'coffin' is in a deeper place!"

In the end, Brother Xiaosa's voice became decisive.