The game starts with a ghost mask, and the cold school beauty sticks to her face

In the scroll, a ferocious beast with huge wings stood on the top of the mountain, with a pair of scarlet eyes looking down.

This beast was dark blue, with three ferocious heads like snakes, one in the shape of flames, one in the shape of thunder, and the other in dark green, emitting a cold color.

Behind the ferocious beast covered with scales, there was a pair of broad and boundless wings.

On the wings, there were mysterious and obscure rune patterns, which seemed to hide some secrets.

The mountain was very high, as if it reached the sky.

However, in the scroll, the sky that the giant beast looked up at was dim yellow, like the scene of doomsday.

In the doomsday-like sky, a disc-shaped sun slowly rose, emitting dazzling light, covering everything.

This scroll contains a strong historical atmosphere, as if it had experienced a long time.

The eyes of the beast were gray, as if they came from the netherworld.

Ling Qingxue felt that the painting contained a terrifying and murderous intent.

Ling Qingxue's breathing became a little rapid, her heart was pounding, and a look of shock appeared on her pretty face.

Next to the beast, there was a human who was covered in a white robe and whose appearance could not be seen clearly.

The man in the white robe had an upright posture, exuding a domineering and fierce aura, looking down on the world, as if he was the king, overlooking all living things, which made people palpitate and tremble.

The beast roared to the sky, as if to declare its own strength, while the man in the white robe was silent.

The beast was filled with a murderous intent, as if it came from the ancient wild beast, which made people tremble.

The figures of the beast and the man in the white robe were obscured by the thick haze, except for a pair of scarlet eyes that were particularly obvious.

"What is the relationship between this beast and the white-robed human? Why is it painted on this scroll?" Ling Qingxue muttered to herself, with doubt and confusion in her beautiful eyes.

Ling Qingxue looked at the beast and the white-robed man in the mural with a serious look, and vaguely felt a palpitation of danger.

She lifted her pointed chin with her jade hand and observed carefully, and a strong interest gradually emerged in her beautiful eyes.

She found that the beast seemed to have no substantial body, but just an illusory existence.

Moreover, the beast's eyes were blood red, revealing bloodthirsty cruelty and tyranny.

It was like a demon crawling out of the abyss, which made people tremble with fear.

In addition, under the feet of the beast, there were countless corpses in the soil, piled up like a mountain, exuding a rotten smell. It seemed that a tragic war had just happened here, and countless warriors died.

Ling Qingxue continued to look down and found that there were still many standing figures, all looking up at the sky, glaring.

The ferocious beast's ferocious face was filled with brutal murderous intent, and six pairs of scarlet eyes were fixed on all the humans below.

They seemed to have hatred for the beast. Perhaps in ancient times, a war broke out between the beast and the warrior. In the end, the warrior won the final victory and sealed the beast, or killed it...

Ling Qingxue's eyes fell on the human in white robe.

Although it was very far away, she could still feel the sharp sword intent and murderous intent emanating from him.

"Could it be that this white-robed man has slaughtered thousands of lives?" Ling Qingxue guessed.

It was obvious that this white-robed man and the beast were in the same group.

Ling Qingxue even had a bolder guess in her heart, that the beast might be the martial soul of the white-robed man...

If so, it would be too shocking.

The more Ling Qingxue looked at it, the more she felt that this scroll contained an astonishing amount of information...

But the content of this scroll ended here, and there was no more useful information.

Then, Ling Qingxue continued to observe the murals behind her.

Suddenly, her eyes froze, and her delicate lips slightly opened.

On this mural, a lifelike dragon was depicted.

A majestic, agile dragon covered with scales.

The dragon pattern was vividly depicted, with a row of dragon claws under its belly.

There were two horns on the top of its head, and two small bulges on its forehead, like two burning flames, flashing brightly.

The dragon's whiskers, dragon scales, dragon head, dragon tail, dragon claws, and dragon tail were all covered with a layer of light green dragon scales.

This was a real dragon that was vivid and alive.

The eyes of this real dragon were burning with blazing flames, emitting a terrifying and murderous aura that seemed to be able to devour everything.

Ling Qingxue stared at this lifelike real dragon and had an illusion that she was being stared at by the real dragon.

This dragon seemed to be alive.Generally, it exudes infinite pressure and dragon power, which makes people palpitate.

The dragon exudes a vast and majestic dragon power fluctuation, strides forward with a monstrous momentum, crushes the earth, and roams above the sky.

It has mysterious patterns flowing on its body, the rhythm of the avenue resounds, and the breath it exudes is extremely strong, giving Ling Qingxue a suffocating sense of oppression.

At this moment, Ling Qingxue only felt that she was as small as dust. The real dragon in front of her was as majestic as a god, shaking the world, making her awed and wanting to kneel on the ground and worship this dragon.

Fortunately, the next moment, a majestic and cold energy enveloped Ling Qingxue, which made her wake up from this loss of consciousness.

"What is going on? How come I almost got lost in it!?" Ling Qingxue was secretly shocked in her heart.

"Keep your mind focused, don't be bewitched by other forces."

A bone-chilling voice with unparalleled solemnity rang in her ears, like the words of a devil, making people dare not refute.

Ling Qingxue quickly put aside her thoughts, gathered her mind, and said respectfully and guiltily: "I'm sorry, Master..."

"Hmph!"

A light hum sounded, and Ling Qingxue suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if her soul was torn apart.

Ling Qingxue covered her chest, clenched her teeth, and a streak of bright red slowly flowed down her white cheeks.

"This time, treat it as a punishment, and also as a warning. Remember not to make such a low-level mistake again." The cold voice continued to sound, without any emotion.

Ling Qingxue did not dare to neglect it, and nodded respectfully, saying: "Yes... yes... yes, Master, Qingxue knows."

She knew that the master was talking about how she was almost bewitched by the power of the real dragon and lost her mind.

Ling Qingxue glanced at the scroll on the wall in front of her with lingering fear.

"This scroll is so strange that it almost made my soul sink. Fortunately, the master helped me regain my sanity in time." Ling Qingxue thought to herself.

"Is this the dragon clan?" Ling Qingxue murmured softly, with ripples in her beautiful eyes.

She frowned slightly, with doubts on her pretty face, and she always felt that this mural seemed familiar.