Within the painting, a group of people moved forward slowly.
The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, and every breath felt like inhaling a mouthful of human blood.
Bloody snow was floating in the sky, and wailing was heard on both sides.
“Tsk tsk tsk, this place is no different from the underworld…” Mr. Coffin sighed while sitting on the coffin.
"Amitabha, I hope the souls here can be liberated as soon as possible..." Even the usually humorous Fat Buddha was no longer in the mood to tease and play, "How many people have been swallowed by this painting?"
Yun Yao looked at the bloody surroundings, and then at the light around her: "If it weren't for this light, we would definitely be lost. It's the same here, it's harder to tell the direction than in the forest."
"This light is not for guiding us~~~" Lian in front said leisurely, turning her head and smiling at everyone, "It's... for fishing worms."
Everyone was confused, and Lian Youyou said something mysterious again. I have heard of fishing, but what does this fishing worm mean
When everyone looked at Lian Youyou again, she had already turned her head, with her hands behind her back, and hummed leisurely: "Insects love light, light is bait, insects, insects, come quickly, moths also fly into the fire, insects' hearts are towards the holy light, insects, insects~~~ come quickly~~~ My holy light tastes delicious~~~hum~~~hum~~~"
The way Lian Youyou shook her head was indescribably strange, just like the ghosts humming at night that Guan Ye and the others had encountered before.
Suddenly, the light beside them trembled!
The originally straight light really began to vibrate as if it had been baited, and the vibration became more and more violent, turning into a fluctuating light!
It is really light! How can it fluctuate
Did you really turn light into a line?!
No one in the Nine Gates of Divine Arts can do this! Even the magicians in this world cannot do it!
When the light fluctuated, Lian Youyou changed direction, proving that the light was not meant to guide Lian Youyou, because the direction Lian Youyou was walking in was no longer the direction the light was emitted.
The huge chopstick box also turned slowly with Lian. They were getting farther and farther away from the light. When they looked back, they felt that something huge was crawling quickly past them from behind, squeezing the strange plum tree that was originally towering on the side of the road and making it sway.
The plum trees are already huge, and if anything can squeeze them, it must be huge.
Several people couldn't help but swallow.
Fat Buddha looked tense: "I suddenly felt that... we are lucky to come in..."
Yun Yao also swallowed her saliva: "Didn't Sister Youyou say that if anything came out of the painting, Brother and the others would kill it without mercy? That light was a bait deliberately placed by Sister Youyou!"
The old man frowned and said, "This is the work of God, it is mysterious and unpredictable. It turns out that the bait has been put out long ago, waiting for the fish to take the bait. It is estimated that it will be very difficult for the outsiders to catch it, ahem..."
Fat Buddha quickly closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and chanted his own Buddha. Yun Yao's face was full of worry. Brother and the others should be fine.
Gradually, the sound of water was heard.
A bloody stream gurgled past them, and what was churning in it was not fish, but intestines. The intestines rolled in the stream like strange snakes moving in the stream.
The front was open, and a thin wall of blood mist blocked Lian Youyou's way. Behind the blood wall, another scene could be vaguely seen. There were green mountains, green waters, blue sky and white clouds!
This is the center of the blood realm.
Lian stretched out her hand and waved away the blood mist. Immediately, the real, clear plum fragrance drifted out. She raised her lips slightly and stepped in. The blood mist closed again behind her, forming a blood wall.
The chopstick box was about to follow, but suddenly, a long intestine jumped out from the stream nearby and immediately wrapped around the chopstick box tightly!
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!" Three more ropes tied the chopstick box tightly. Yun Yao screamed immediately: "Ah~~~~~ I want to go out! Can you not be so disgusting——"
“Amitabha, Amitabha!” Fat Buddha also stood up. He only knew how to chant sutras, but he had no weapons. “It seems that we will have to die here today.”
“Bah, bah, bah! Stop talking so depressingly!” Coffin Master also stood up and approached Fat Buddha and the others. “I still have things to do. I can’t die yet!”
"I can't stand it anymore--" Yun Yao held her head with both hands, going crazy, "Ice Jade--" When Yun Yao shouted Bingyu, immediately, a blue gun flew out from her hair and instantly turned into a blue ice crystal gun, emitting bursts of cold air.
Yun Yao stood on the coffin and began to wave her sword: "Cut them all - Bingyu!" As she spoke, the Bingyu spear immediately swept across the blood sausages. The blood sausages were broken by the cold air of the Bingyu spear, but more blood sausages jumped out and went towards Yun Yao and the others!
Yun Yao covered her mouth and fed it with disgust: "I will never eat intestines again, ugh!"
Fat Buddha looked at the flying gun and said, "Xiaoyao, when did you name your gun?"
Yun Yao waved her hands in panic, controlling Bingyu to chop off the flying blood sausages: "I heard my brother name his gun, but is this the time to say this?! There are too many intestines! Can you help me?"
The coffin master stroked his beard and said, "How about hiding in my coffin?"
“No!” Yun Yao jumped up immediately, “I don’t want to go in with your son!”
Master Guan pursed his lips and looked at Yun Yao angrily: "You still dislike my son? My son also dislikes you guys for squeezing in, humph!"
"Okay, okay, I'll think of a way." Fat Buddha took the pot off his head and looked at it gently and tenderly, as if he was looking at his favorite pet, "Pot, pot, you could make it big and small just now, can you make it a little bigger?"
As soon as the fat Buddha finished speaking, the black pot in his hand started flying in the air, getting bigger and bigger in the air. Then, it turned over, and a huge black pot fell down, covering them all!
In the darkness, three pairs of eyes sparkled.
"Amitabha, it really is a great treasure! Haha, a pot is indispensable for marching and fighting. It can protect against wind and rain, arrows and intestines, and it can also be used to cook. What a great pot, what a great pot! Hahaha—"
“Fat Buddha, can you please stop being so complacent?” Yun Yao’s voice was heard in the darkness, “Aren’t we too cowardly to hide under the pot?!”
"Hey~~~ You can't say that." The old voice of the coffin master also followed, "This is called retreating to advance. We can think about how to deal with the intestines outside."
“Tsk, you’re a coward so you can just be a coward, and you’re still making excuses for yourself.” Yun Yao said disdainfully.
"Then you get out." said the coffin master.
Immediately, under the pot, it was completely quiet...
The lotus slowly passed through the blood wall and stood between the green mountains and green waters, with red plum blossoms like clouds on both sides. This was the real beauty depicted in the painting.
A thin waterfall fell from the sky like a beauty's long white hair, floating among the red plums. Beside the gurgling water, a blue stone protruded, and on the blue stone, stood a beauty in white.
The beauty has a slender figure like a man, with black hair hanging down her back, emitting water light like a waterfall. (To be continued)