4733 Hell in the Painting (Please Ask for a Ticket)

The sky there was blood red and dark.

The ground beneath his feet also turned into tumbling lava.

There was 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. After a short scream, they were burned to ashes.

And those who want to fly up are not much better off.

Because there are countless vultures flying in the sky.

The monk's attack could not hit the vulture, and even if a sword was slashed, the sword would pass through, as if these vultures were just spirit bodies and illusions.

But when the vultures attacked humans, the pain and injuries were real.

It didn't take long for them to be scarred, either being forced to fall into the magma with no bones left, or being dismembered by countless vultures.

But this half-queen painting is not without the slightest way of life.

I saw a narrow wooden bridge over the tumbling lava, making it difficult to stand on one foot.

The place where the wooden bridge leads is on the safe side.

The flames stirred up by the magma kept spraying onto the wooden bridge, and the bridge body was already on fire.

But this is their only way to survive.

Because only on the wooden bridge, those vultures will not fly down to attack, and they will not be swallowed by the lava.

Therefore, the survivors all tried their best to climb the wooden bridge.

In order to survive, the friends who used to be brothers and friends, and the peak of flattery, all became their obstacles, and they wanted to kill them and then hurry up.

However, in terms of strength, how could these people have the ability to compare with the envoy of Jiuli.

So soon, the people who came with the envoy of Jiuli, whether they were the messengers of the temple or the high-level monks in Shangshan District, were all kicked off the tumbling lava.

Only those nine people hugged the wooden bridge tightly and tried their best to climb here.

But the wooden bridge is much longer than the eyes can see.

As time passed, the flames began to roll up the wooden bridge, burning their bodies.

The monks of the original Immortal Venerable level were not afraid of any flames burning at all.

Even if [Golden Crow Fire Essence] evolves to a perfect form, they will at most be slightly injured.

But the flames in this magma are completely different.

After Jiuli was scorched by the flames, he immediately let out a painful wailing.

They tried their best to face these flames, incantations, spiritual power, and divine power, but it was useless.

The sound of Zilala's flesh being scorched came from the opposite side.

Seeing this scene, Miao An and the others widened their eyes, staring at this tragic scene for a moment, and couldn't help laughing.

Laughing and laughing, they wailed again.

Until this moment, the fear and the feeling of being dominated in their hearts were completely dissipated.

As for the other people in Xiazhong District, looking at Mu Yan and Chu Moli's eyes at this time, there is no longer any doubt, only crazy worship and awe.

They were indeed the messengers sent by the sun god.

They are stronger than the gods of Jiuli, and they can also grant them power.

It is self-evident that you have to choose who to follow in the future.

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The "painted" end is bloody hell.

The end of the "painting" is joyful and peaceful.

Chu Moli even took out the script again, and continued to read with relish in the bright moonlight.

This made Mu Yan's mouth twitched.

She was about to lean over to see what story could make people so addicted.

Jiuli envoy on the other side of the "painting" finally couldn't hold it anymore, and shouted: "Little master, little master, spare your life! I was wrong, please forgive us!"