The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Thinking of this, Yan Weilou felt a little sad.

Under the control of this subtle emotion, Yan Weilou came all the way to the end of the corridor and in front of the last secret room.

Following the method explained by Xu Hui, he opened the mechanism and pushed open the last door.

Before he had time to see what was in the secret room, Yan Weilou's eyes were first attracted to the wall facing the stone door.

There are several paintings hanging on the walls, all with different characters in them.

Yan Weilou didn't recognize the first two paintings.

According to the inscriptions in the painting, they seem to be the emperor and empress of Dayou.

The artist painted it with great ink and ink, and the colors look very warm and comfortable.

The tone of the latter one is exactly the opposite. At first glance, it has a cold, forbidding and weird atmosphere.

It seems to depict a scene from hell.

The fire was raging, and only charred tiles were left in the palace. Some people walked out of the flames, wearing white clothes and dark hair, not walking in the dust.

In one hand, he held a demigod and half-ghost mask that Yan Weilou was very familiar with, and it seemed that he was about to put it on his face.

And most of the face that was not completely covered by the mask was revealed, like a creation of gods, unlike anything in the world.

The man raised his eyes slightly, and his blank eyes looked in the direction of Yan Weilou, with an indescribable loneliness in his eyes.

...It seems lifeless.

Yan Weilou was completely shocked: "...Ming Guang?!" Chapter 76 Sighing on Life (10) The three paintings found in Dayou's secret collection completely broke some of Yan Weilou's perceptions.

If the first two portraits of Emperor Dayou with bright tones are for commemoration at first glance, then the last portrait with cold tones and placed alone is obviously different.

Yan Weilou discovered some kind of ancient magic secret pattern on the scroll. If he remembers correctly, it should come from the same sect as some forbidden secret patterns that seal corpse puppets; the paper used in the scroll is also the talisman paper used by the corpse refining sect to deal with the corpse master. raw materials; even the smell of the paint on the scroll has a special earthiness... All these combinations remind Yan Weilou of a certain folk legend: It is said that painting a portrait of a person with certain special materials can attract ghosts and gods, and the soul of the enemy can be attracted. Sealed in the portrait, there is no peace day and night.

——If you want to ask why Yan Weilou knows so much strange knowledge, it’s Zu Kuimen’s fault.

These guys who deal with corpses all day long have mastered many evil secrets that are different from the mainstream in the world.

Before he could recover from the surprise of suddenly seeing an acquaintance in the scroll left by the Dayou Dynasty, Yan Weilou discovered the curse that the painting symbolized. He couldn't help but shake his head and fell into thinking.

There was a slight mockery in the corner of his mouth: "Tsk, how should I put it? Could this be the legendary incompetent rage?" This world is not a fairy tale world, gods, gods, ghosts and the like do not exist.

Those so-called folklore are just false stories made up by ignorant people for the purpose of comforting themselves or venting their resentment when they encounter a tragedy that they cannot resist and do not have enough strength.

It stands to reason that the painter who painted the portrait of Empress Dayou was probably a person of good family background and good knowledge, and he might even be a member of the royal family.

We should not believe in such cursed legends like the ignorant people.

But he believed it.

And he actually took action and drew out his enemy.

Expecting to rely on "curse" to deal with the other party is like a drowning person grabbing the last life-saving straw... This kind of behavior of seeking medical treatment in a hurry is enough to show how weak Dayou was at that time, so that the other party We can only place our revenge on ghosts and gods! And how deep the hatred in the other party's heart is! "The person above... is Mingguang?" Yan Weilou carefully looked at the scroll he had taken off, his eyes scanning the features of the person in the painting inch by inch.

According to his judgment, this scroll was at least hundreds of years old, so the people in it were at least people who existed hundreds of years ago.

Maybe it was just a person who looked similar to Xing Xinghan.

After a long while, Yan Weilou finally confirmed: "It's him.

"A trace of deep confusion flashed across Yan Weilou's eyes, mixed with some curiosity and inquiry.

He didn't expect that Su Xinghan, whom he met in the Vast Sea Realm not long ago, was so extraordinary.

He was definitely not the heir to the reclusive family he originally thought.

In fact, the other party was probably the driving force behind the destruction of the Great You royal family eight hundred years ago, which is why he incurred such resentment! Eight hundred years, this is really an extremely subtle number.

Legend has it that the lifespan of a celestial saint is only eight hundred.

If Su Xinghan really survived from Dayou to this day, wouldn't his lifespan be far longer than that of a heavenly being? Could it be that someone has already achieved the higher realm that countless heavenly beings have longed to break through since ancient times? In just a short moment, many thoughts passed through Yan Weilou's mind, but he put them aside temporarily.

These doubts will naturally have the opportunity to be verified in the future, but what is more important now is another thing - he stretched out his hand and moved back, and Xu Hui, who had been controlled remotely by Zhenqi, flew in. Yan Weilou pointed his finger at the center of the opponent's eyebrows, and he fell unconscious. Xu Hui's eyebrows felt stinging in his state, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

"You -" When he saw Yan Weilou, his pupils shrank violently, showing obvious fear, but the next moment, his finally awake look became confused again.

Yan Weilou lowered his head and stared straight at the confused Xu Hui. A deep ink color appeared in the young man's pupils, giving his handsome face an indescribable aura.

He unfolded the scroll with one hand and handed it to Xu Hui. He said calmly: "How much do you know about this painting and the person in it?" Xu Hui stared at the portrait blankly for a while, and said like a murmur: "God, ghost... No——" His emotions fluctuated violently, and he seemed very unstable: "Not a human, but a monster, a monster without humanity... a traitor..." Yan Weilou's eyes flashed with surprise, and he knocked the man unconscious again, feeling a little distressed.

"Could it be that he was captured twice in a short period of time, so his intelligence was affected? It seems that I can't capture his soul anymore..." Simply and roughly throwing the man aside, the boy took back the scroll and unfolded it in front of him.

"It seems that there is no way to get an answer for the time being..." He lowered his head and glanced at the man in white on the scroll, his eyes met his cold and lonely eyes, then the corners of his lips slightly bent, and a wisp of flame popped out of his fingertips.

Huh... The boy let go.

The scroll slowly fell from the air, accompanied by the burning white flames, as if the flames in the painting came alive, and in an instant, the entire scroll was devoured, turning into nothingness.

——No matter what Su Xinghan's true identity is, as long as the other party is still his friend, this ominous thing with a curse, since he has encountered it, even if it has no effect, it should not exist in the world.

The white flames burned in the air and disappeared in a flash.

Yan Weilou calmed down and began to look at other things in this secret room.

This look opened Yan Weilou's eyes.

Compared with the previous secret rooms, there are not many things here, and there are all kinds of things, it looks like a utility room.

But the rich uses really made him happy.

For example, the soul-losing incense that can make the great masters of Taoism fall into dreams after being lit, the dragon-breaking stone that is stained with the blood of ancient demons and used to forge divine weapons, the special hidden weapons inherited from ancient sects that do not require spiritual energy to activate... These are nothing special.

After looking through all six secret rooms, Yan Weilou looked very regretful.

Because although there are many treasures, he can't take many away.

The space of the Qiankun ring in his hand is not large, and the things he can carry are limited.

Although he seized another Qiankun ring with a larger space from Xu Hui, it is still not enough to take away everything here.