He turned around, stepped aside, and carried the golden coffin on his back. Liu Ziang looked towards the Divine Palace on the Heavenly Gate in the distance.

"Don't waste any more time, let's go."

"If you don't kill the immortal evil before the incense is extinguished, it will be difficult."

With a slight bow, Liu Ziang wanted to run.

"Wait a minute!" But Xu Ling stopped him again.

Xu Ling didn't say anything, just raised his hand, stretched out his thumb, and bit it heavily on his thumb.

Bites off a piece of flesh, allowing blood to flow out.

"What are you?" Liu Ziang and the fat man asked Xu Ling strangely at the same time.

Xu Ling sucked the blood on his thumb dry, and ** formed a fist and hid his thumb in the fist.

Then he looked at Liu Ziang and the fat man.

"I thought the world was going to be like the VR virtual panorama that is popular today."

"What you see in front of you is just an illusion of some kind of stimulus to the eyes!"

"But now it seems that everything is true. We're in a different world. ”

Liu Ziang paused for a moment.

Then he shook his head.

"Miss Xu, there is a saying that smart is mistaken by smart, have you heard of it?"

"From the beginning, I thought that the world in the painting was the real world."

The words fell, and Liu Ziang walked quickly towards the Divine Palace.

"You're just thinking too much." The fat man pointed to his head, and after knocking lightly, he also followed Liu Ziang.

Xu Ling chuckled helplessly, and hurriedly ran away.

Through the clouds and fog.

The three of them ran quickly, scattering piles of cold clouds.

Within a few minutes, he ran to the gate of the shrine that glowed with gilded light.

The Jingu palace wall is not too high, about five meters or so.

The gate of Jingu Palace is also less than five meters.

When the palace gate is closed, you can hear the bustling voices of people coming from within the palace walls.

"Knock on the door?" Xu Ling asked Liu Ziang.

Liu Ziang straightened his head and smiled lightly, "Deduct? ”

"Smash!" With a heavy drink, Liu Ziang looked towards the fat man.

When the fat man was lying in the coffin, he took his bow and wore arrows.

Entering the world of the painting, his bow and arrows naturally follow into the painting.

Hearing Liu Ziang's words, he smiled fatly.

Bear the bow and shout in a deep voice.

His body sank, and he raised his eyebrows at Xu Ling, "Miss Xu, it's time for you to see the true consciousness of the person who knows the Divine Division!" ”

With a loud shout, the fat man stepped out of his horse and raised his fist to smash it towards the gate of the shrine.

This punch is whirring and loud, and the fist wind is everywhere. On its fist, there is even a faint blue light coming out!

"Boom!"

The fist slammed into the door of the shrine, and a terrifying explosion was heard.

The heavy gate of the Vermilion Shrine trembled in response.

The rumbling sound came from the door as it trembled.

The fat man did not withdraw his hand, but flipped his fist into a palm and slammed it on the door.

Finally, the gate of the shrine shook violently.

Even though he saw the huge thick gate of the shrine, it broke away from the door frame and fell backwards.

There was another terrible thud.

The heavy divine gate smashed down in the clouds, stirring up clouds and mist.

There are many people in the shrine inside the shrine.

It's all rich and noble people in gorgeous clothes.

But one by one they either lay on the ground or fell on their knees.

is obviously a rich person in the world, but he is a poor person in this fairyland.

Before the door fell, they were attracted by the sound and turned their heads to look at it.

The moment the door fell, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

Outside the door, there is actually someone?

I don't know how many years have passed in this world in this painting.

In the endless wind and moon, they just repeat one thing over and over again.

It is to bow down to the God who brought them here.

Praise it, worship it, believe in Him!

Day after day, year after year.

I thought that I came to this fairyland to be a fairy.

I never thought that this was a foreign prison at all.

Here, they can't die.

They will be doomed to the end of torment and suffering.

Immortal? Is this a fairy?

Three hundred years ago, someone questioned.

Three hundred years later, some people went berserk.

In another three hundred years, someone will want to escape.

After another 300 years, everyone will be numb.

If you ask questions, you can't get an answer. He who is mad will not find death. Those who escaped couldn't get out.

In the end, only numbness.

can only resign himself to being a living corpse in this so-called fairyland.

Until this time.

The door that has been closed for two thousand years has actually been opened.

And outside the door, there were three other people?

Everybody looked at the three of them. Stunned, confused.

Even after too much time, they are not sure if what they see is a human being.

"Hmph, interesting!" The fat man's soft grunt was heard. Sweeping the people in the shrine, "Looking at the appearance of these people, it seems that the world in this painting has been hard to survive for more than 2,000 years." ”

"Immortality? Not old? If you don't pay the price, how can you live forever. ”

Liu Ziang had a cold face and stepped inside.

The moment his feet stepped into the shrine.

The people in the shrine all screamed and rushed towards the door in a frenzy.

After more than 2,000 years of confinement, they seem to have forgotten even normal communication.

Everyone is just running and screaming!

They ran past Liu Ziang and the three of them and ran outside the Divine Palace.

It's a pity that in this world in the painting, how can they get out on their own!

After getting out, there is only one dead end left!

Ignoring them, Liu Ziang, Fat Man and Xu Ling walked forward and quickly moved towards the Divine Palace.

In the shrine, there are still clouds!

After only walking more than ten steps, the three of them stopped at the same time.

In front of them, there was a heavy rain.

Judging by its shape, it should be a cumulonimbus cloud.

But instead of being black, the clouds were shining brightly.

In the light flowing from the clouds, a head with horns could be faintly seen.

Obscured by clouds, there seems to be nothing!

"That's you!" Knowing that the immortal evil thing was in sight, Liu Ziang smiled.

Untie the golden coffin behind your back and stand on the ground.

He stopped talking, but looked through the clouds at the seemingly absent sheep's head behind him.

The fat man also silently took the string and raised the bow!

Knowing that the battle is coming.

Xu Ling had no intention of joining the battlefield.

She just silently backed away until she was under the walls of the shrine.

The fat man, Liu Ziang raised his head and did not make a sound for a long time.

Behind the clouds, the sheep's head was silent.

The clouds were, and its eyes had fallen on Liu Ziang and the fat man.

The eyes of the sheep are straight.

It's too.

The eyes of sheep also have the ability to charm.

And so it is.

The eyes that look through the clouds seem to have magical powers.

In his eyes, he seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and he seemed to be angry but not angry.

It can be seen that people's hearts are panicked, and it can also be seen that people's hearts are afraid.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two of them did not move.

On the contrary, it was the golden coffin beside Liu Ziang, which shook incessantly, shaking so much that it seemed illusory, but in fact it was a solid incomparable cloud, banging and banging.

The thing in the coffin also seemed to be striking the lid of the coffin.

The violent, ferocious, and crazy aura emanated from the cracks in the coffin lid.

"Huh!" Liu Ziang grinned, and looked at the fat man slightly, "I didn't expect it to be my ancestor who couldn't help it." ”

"It's the first time I've seen such a calm immortal thing. If your ancestor wants to do it first, then move first. The fat man just smiled faintly.

"That's it!"

Liu Ziang drank heavily.

The hand placed on the golden coffin knocked lightly on the golden coffin, knocking out a wound that was neither deep nor shallow.

As blood spilled from the wound, Liu Ziang threw it towards the golden coffin.

Bright red blood was thrown out.

It was connected to each other and formed a line.

As if alive, through the gap in the golden coffin, it did not enter the coffin.

At the same second, Liu Ziang grabbed the lid of the coffin and lifted it.

Suddenly, the howl of ghosts and wolves rose to the sky.

Shocking the world, crying ghosts and gods.