Chapter 827 Immersive

"Zhishengzun, you wait here, I'll go in and have a look." Zhu Minglang said to Zhishengzun.

When he arrived, Zhu Minglang saw that the eagle arhat had been broken, and he was limping away to a distant place.

Apparently that Eagle Arhat was seriously injured and it was very difficult to fight any longer.

It's still too late.

Zhu Minglang was very annoyed, but considering the importance of everyone's life, Zhu Minglang decided to break in and see what was going on, maybe everything will turn around.

Even if Eagle Arhat fled far away, it was not as easy as it looked. Dozens of colorful tails appeared in the direction he was running. Those tails seemed to be flipping under the tide, and sometimes they were as high as a thousand layers of waves. Slapped high, hanging terrifyingly above people's heads, sometimes sweeping wantonly in the maze of flowers, making those poisonous flowers surge like waves!

Eagle Arhat can be described as ups and downs, finally jumping into the sky, and will be slapped back directly, and on the ground, those small snakes that looked harmless to humans and animals before swarmed, and they tried their best to get out of Eagle Arhat's body. Bite off a piece or two of meat.

Eagle Arhat's claw skills are amazing, and there is a layer of fighting spirit on his body, but his magical powers seem to be infinitely suppressed in this dead gate, no matter how powerful his abilities are, they will be inexplicably drowned in the sea of ​​vines and snakes .

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Branches and vines criss-cross, like an ancient and complicated town street. The deeper you go, the less and less the shadow of the city. Instead, it is like stepping into an ancient flower forest. There are few people, but a small world is naturally formed.

There are more and more snakes, and some of them can't even be called snakes anymore. Their colorful bodies are covered with some clear scales, and there are protrusions on their foreheads, like horns, and some even have strong front claws and hind limbs .

It is clearly a city in the capital of the gods, but it seems to have a long history, surpassing the time and space where the capital of the gods should have existed.

The holy head Hua Chong and the red-eyed Arhat stepped in front of an ancient tree with tangled branches.

This ancient tree does not have a trunk or leaves, it is entirely composed of branches, and those branches spread out in a star-like shape at the crown of the tree, spreading to the entire Lost City of Flowers, as if the entire city of Huahai Zhitian was formed by Origin here.

Under the vine tree, a slender figure was sitting alone, her hands were placed in front of her, and in front of her was a guqin woven from flowers, trees and rattan.

She just sat there in a simple rain dress, with her head slightly lowered, as if she was listening carefully to her playing.

"Your tricks can't escape my eyes!" The red-eyed Arhat said with a bit of disdain and indifference.

The world that the red-eyed Arhat sees is not colorful, he can only see three kinds of black, white and red, so these means of blinding his eyes will not have much effect on him, and the red he can see is The lifeblood of life flow, simply put, is blood.

No matter how complicated this flower city is, it needs the support of life after all. Their strange combination, strange changes, and strange phagocytosis all require a key thing to operate and control... just like the blood vessels and blood in the human body, no matter how twisted Can not do without the heart.

This is the heart of the Lost City of Flowers, and the one who controls all of this is the woman in rain clothes under the branching tree.

"Look up, let me see what you look like as a rebellious heretic!" Shengshou Huachong said.

The woman in rain clothes seemed to be unable to hear, she continued to play, but her playing did not make any sound.

Shengshou Huachong frowned, and he glanced at the red-eyed Arhat beside him,

He said coldly: "Take her down!"

The red-eyed arhat stepped forward, he wanted to see what the other party was doing, but the other party still didn't move, even though the red-eyed arhat had entered an attackable distance, she still didn't respond.

The other party's arrogance and arrogance made the red-eyed Arhat feel a little angry.

He approached again and almost reached the woman. He stretched out a palm, and the palm was entangled with huge golden energy. It is the rising sun in the sky!

"Shua!!!!!!"

Jin Xu's palm slashed at the woman's head, and the woman's head fell down.

A very ordinary body, even equivalent to a mortal woman, without any special features at all. The red-eyed Arhat couldn't believe it when he saw the woman's head on the ground.

After being dazed for a moment, the red-eyed Arhat saw that the woman's body and clothes inexplicably turned into wisps of strange colorful mist, which dissolved into the surrounding air...

Not a puppet, not a shadow puppet, this woman seems to be a thin paper painting, just like that, she disappeared lightly, and the person fell into the water like a painting, turning into a mess of ink shadows.

"Huaying???" Shengshou Huachong said in astonishment.

"Yes... this woman is fake."

"No." Then Shengshou Huachong slowly turned his head, looked around, and a kind of anger of being teased rushed into his heart, and he said angrily, "This city is also fake!!"

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A ray of morning light fell, and the crystal dew hung on the tips of the delicate flower branches. The clean and clear dew reflected the brilliant life colors of the lost city of flowers, reflecting thousands of flowers...

However, all of these are slowly dissipating with the arrival of morning light.

Like the playful sunshine in front of the window sill, breaking up the early morning dream.

All the flower branches melted into colored ink, all the flowers scattered into ink dots, all the eaves, walls, alleys, and streets turned into outlines and lines...

This is a painting.

It is so exquisite that even a dewdrop in the night reflects the colorful paintings around it.

There are gossip and strange gates hidden in this painting, and the little tattooed snakes are painted vividly, with terrifying aggressiveness.

The original appearance of the Lost City of Flowers gradually faded under the sun's rays, and the illusion and romance gradually faded away, revealing mottled walls, broken tiles, ruined walls, and grassy streets...

A dilapidated ancient city that no one cares about, located in the northernmost suburb of the gods, where no one lives at all, and there are only those little colorful snakes...

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Everyone woke up like a dream, with shock and horror written in their eyes.

They are in the picture? ?

This "immersive experience" made so many ascetic monks and gods and gods unaware of it!

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Not far away, among the bamboo forests on the mountain, there is a pavilion where you can see the whole flower city. A woman who looks like an orchid stands quietly in the pavilion. The eaves in front of her and the pillars on both sides of the pavilion are like a square. The picture frame that captures the scenery of this area is like a painting hanging in front of her. It is already hard to tell whether she is copying the real and delicate scenery in the hanging painting, or adding an incredible touch to the reality!