The sky there was blood-red and dark.

The earth under my feet also turned into rolling magma.

There was still a strong smell of blood around.

Many people in the temple black robe and monks from Shangshan District fell into the hot magma because they were unprepared. After making short screams, they were burned to ashes.

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

Because countless vultures flew over the sky at some time.

The monk's attack could not hit the vultures. Even if he slashed his sword, his sword body would pass through it, just like these vultures were just spiritual bodies and illusions.

But when vultures attack humans, the pain and injuries are real.

Not long after, they were covered in scars, either forced to fall into the magma and remained untouched or dismembered by countless vultures.

But there is no way out in these half of the paintings.

I saw a narrow wooden bridge on the rolling magma that made it difficult for people to stand on one foot.

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

The flames stirred by magma kept spraying onto the wooden bridge, and the bridge body was already in a clear fire.

But this is their only way to live.

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

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

In order to survive, the friends who used to call each other brothers and flattered the Shangfeng, all of which became their obstacles, and they wanted to kill them so quickly.

However, in terms of strength [Literature Museum www.wxguan.info], these people have no ability to compare with Jiulizhan.

So soon, the people who came with the Jiuli envoy, whether they were the Temple Envoy or the high-level monks in Shangshan District, were all kicked off the rolling magma.

Only the nine people hugged the wooden bridge tightly and climbed here desperately.

But the wooden bridge is much longer than the one you see with your eyes.

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

Originally, cultivators at the level of Immortal Lord were not afraid of any flames burning.

Even if the [Golden Crow Fire Essence] evolves into a perfect form, it will at most cause them to suffer a little minor injury.

But the flames in this magma are completely different.

After the Jiuli envoy was burned by the flames, he immediately let out a painful wail.

They tried their best to slap these flames, spells, spiritual power, and divine power, but they were useless.

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

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

As they smiled, they cried loudly again.

It was not until this moment that the fear and feeling of being dominated in their hearts completely dissipated.

As for the others in Xiazhong District, when they looked at Mu Yan and Chu Moli's eyes, there was no longer any suspicion, only crazy worship and awe were left.

They were indeed messengers sent by the Sun God.

They are even stronger than the Jiuli Gods, and they can also give them strength.

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

...

The one end of the "painting" is a bloody hell.

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

Chu Moli even took out the storybook again and continued to look with relish with relish.

This made Mu Yan's mouth twitch.

She was about to come over and see what stories could make people so addicted.

"Draw" the Jiuli envoy on the other side finally couldn't hold on and shouted: "Little master, please spare your life! I'm waiting wrong, please spare us!"
Chapter completed!