The sky there was blood red and dark.
The ground under his feet also turned into tumbling magma.
There was also a strong smell of blood all around.
Many people in black robes in the temple and monks in Shangshan District fell into the hot magma because they were unprepared, and after making short screams, they were burned to ashes.
And those who want to fly up are not much better off.
Because countless vultures flew from the sky at some point.
The monk's attack couldn't hit the vultures, even if he slashed with his sword, the blade would pass through, as if these vultures were just spirit bodies and illusions.
But when vultures attack humans, the pain and injuries are real.
It didn't take long for them to be scarred. They were either forced to fall into the magma without leaving any bones, or they were dismembered by countless vultures.
But in this half-que painting, it is not without the slightest way of life.
I saw a narrow wooden bridge on the tumbling magma, which made it difficult for people to stand on one foot.
The place where the wooden bridge leads is the safe side.
The flames raised by the magma kept spraying onto the wooden bridge, and the bridge itself was already showing signs of catching fire.
But this is their only way of life.
Because only on the wooden bridge, those vultures will not fly down to attack, nor will they be swallowed by magma.
Therefore, the surviving people all desperately climbed up the wooden bridge.
In order to survive, their friends who used to be called brothers and sisters, and Shangfeng who flattered and flattered them all became their obstacles, and they wanted to kill them quickly.
However, in terms of strength, how can these people have the ability to compare with the envoy of Jiuli.
So soon, the people who came with Jiuli envoy, whether they were envoys from the temple or high-ranking monks in Shangshan District, were all kicked down into the tumbling magma.
Only those nine people hugged the wooden bridge tightly and climbed desperately toward it.
But the wooden bridge is much longer than the eye can see.
As time passed, tongues of flame began to roll up the wooden bridge, burning their bodies.
Originally, monks at the level of immortals were not afraid of any flames burning at all.
Even if [Golden Crow Fire Essence]unless it evolved into a perfect form, they would at most suffer a little injury.
But the flame in this magma is completely different.
After the envoy of Jiuli was scorched by the flames, he immediately wailed in pain.
They tried their best to face these flames, spells, spiritual power, and divine power, but it was useless.
The sound of Zi La La's flesh being scorched came from the opposite side.
Seeing this scene, Miao An and the others widened their eyes, watching this tragic scene for a moment, and couldn't help laughing out loud.
Laughing and laughing, they wailed again.
It wasn't until this moment that the shadow-like fear and feeling of being dominated in their hearts completely dissipated.
As for the other people in the lower district, looking at the eyes of Muyan and Chu Moli at this moment, there is no longer any doubt, only crazy worship and awe.
They were indeed messengers sent by the Sun God.
They are stronger than Jiuli God Envoys, and they can also give them strength.
It is self-evident to choose who to follow in the future.
…
The other end of the "painting" is a bloody hell.
This side of the "painting" is joyful and peaceful.
Chu Moli even took out the story book again, and continued to read it with relish under the bright moonlight.
This made the corners of Muyan's mouth twitch uncontrollably.
She was about to lean over to see what stories could make people so addicted.
The envoy of Jiuli on the other side of the "painting" finally couldn't hold on, and shouted: "Little master, little master, please spare me! I was wrong in waiting, please forgive us!"