After a short stalemate, Li Li and Wang Bian had already retreated into the door.

"Mansion Master, let's go!"

Li Li shouted at Li He and motioned for him to follow.

Li He did not hesitate, took out another porcelain bottle from his arms, and threw it towards the blood vine.

Before it hit the ground, it exploded violently, sputtering out a dark green solution, which was the concentrated human face tea venom, and the dose was very large.

Although it is not possible to pose a fatal threat to this level of bad omen, the guided cultivation of the human face tea is an atlas, which can greatly delay the breath of bad omen.

The branches of the blood vine were splashed with venom, and they immediately convulsed in pain and retracted the bundle.

In just a moment's time difference, Li He had already retreated to the grass temple and rushed along the dark road.

The long tables on both sides, which had been silent just now, began to shake inexplicably, and all the altars and jars burst, spilling disgusting smoke and solutions, and those inexplicable existences hidden above seemed to sense the prayer and woke up one after another.

It seems that Old Man Wang has also made a bloody effort to completely revive the Grass Temple and block the pursuit of the bad omen.

There was a sound of branches scurrying behind him, and it seemed that the human face tea venom had expired, and it was indeed impossible to delay it for too long for this level of bad omen.

But the revival of the grass temple, a mysterious and complex aura enveloped it, which seems to have played some role.

When Li He's body fell to the ground, Wang Bian's face turned pale, like a person who was about to die, and even five-colored smoke came out of the back of his head, which was very weird.

Wang Bian opened his mouth and said: "The grass temple can't stop it for too long, since the incense burner has been taken down, the rest depends on the means of the Li Mansion Master." ”

Li He didn't talk nonsense, threw out the paper painting, which was outlined by Zhumen, and opened the passage to return.

Several people were trapped in the hinterland of Rye Ridge, and they provoked bad omen and incense gods, and there were hundreds of crazy believers, if they broke through from the inside out, they would definitely encounter great resistance, so the passage of paper painting was still the safest.

Although the migration of paper paintings is full of bad omens, except for him, the owner of the paper itself, the rest of the people will be deeply imprinted, but Wang Bian and Li Li are not ordinary people, and they are capable of withstanding a certain bad omen, and there will be no violent death.

But the erosion of ominous breath is inevitable, and it is inevitable that the two of them will be guilty, and there will even be a certain degree of doom. But in the face of the current crisis, if you don't leave, you will die here, then there is nothing to hesitate about.

What's more, Li He has been thinking about the shortcomings of paper painting, and he has some methods in mind.

As for the other defect, the connection time is longer, and it is also relative, temporarily blocked by the strange obstruction of the grass temple, Li He can cast a spell to outline.

The pale paper painting floats in the air, the paper is traced in black and white, and behind the dark gate, a wild forest area is faintly revealed, but the speed of the tracing is really slow.

There is no way, the surroundings of Rye Ridge are blocked by the breath of the incense god, even to the extent of paper painting, it can only slowly corrode and open up its own passage.

It is precisely for this reason that Li He hired Li Li as a guide, otherwise there would not be so much trouble.

Wang Bian's state is getting worse and worse, even his white hair is polluted by the five-colored smoke, although he has not seen the magic power of paper painting, but the strong bad omen breath can break through the blockade of the incense fire god, which can see its terrifying side, so he is quite calm.

Li Li followed Li He through a trip to paper painting, and naturally knew the doorway, although she felt uncomfortable in that strange world, but the incense fire god and blood vine were not easy to mess with, if she could escape directly from the paper painting, it would naturally be good.

The background behind the paper painting door is getting clearer and clearer, but the sound of the grass temple is getting closer and closer, even to the extent that the ground is shaking.

Wang Bian trembled all over, blood gushed from his five holes, and his expression was extremely hideous.

"No matter how bad it is, I'm going to explain it here!"

As he spoke, he clenched the incense burner in his hand, and he never forgot this treasure until he died.

"Smack!"

Li He pushed the door with one hand, and the paper painting opened in response.

In the darkness, a long dirt road spread out, and there was no end in sight.

Wang Bian saw the formation of the passage, shouted, and then took out an ancient ceramic jar from his arms, a blue-black doll's head poked out of it, and there was a gloomy smile of "Ji Ji", but before he could speak, the entire clay pot was flattened by a huge force along with the weird.

Wang Bian broke off his shell, and his body briefly turned into a puff of smoke and drifted into the paper painting.

When he reappeared, his neck was blue and black, like the skin of a long-dead corpse, which was very oozing.

He also did his best, in order to seize this mysterious incense burner, he used all his family wealth, and even used life-saving things, and encountered an ominous curse.

Wang Bian staggered on the dirt road, Li Li stepped forward to support him, and was about to retreat into the distance, but there was a loud bang at the door.

I saw that the door, which was about to be closed one foot high, was suddenly supported by a strange claw and could not be closed.

With just one finger, it is close to the waist of a strong man, surrounded by brown and yellow hair, each of which is comparable to a human forearm.

The paws held up the paper door, getting bigger and bigger, and for the first time, so much light was revealed in the dark world of paper paintings, and the torn paper paintings kept bleeding, indicating its destruction.

When the paper door was torn to a certain extent, a scarlet and strange eyeball looked through the paper door. Li He and the others could clearly see that it was a huge rat head shrouded in a dense fog, full of the atmosphere of the market, wandering in the mountains.

"The Rat God of the Mountains and Rivers!"

"That blood vine actually let go of the theft of incense, and used these sacrifices to communicate with the gods, Rye Ridge is finished!"

Li Li mentioned that the system of mountains, wilderness, rivers and lakes is not only the rat god, if you talk about seniority, I am afraid it is far from reaching the core position of it. Therefore, the guy who does evil in Rye Ridge is essentially at the level of the eighth grade at most.

But looking at the state of the rat god in front of him, he is almost infinitely full of seven grades. What happened in this, and why there was such a disaster in Rye Ridge, I am afraid that I have to ask Wang Bian carefully.

But now is clearly not the time.

The rat inhaled slightly, and the surrounding area suddenly resounded with the noise of the market, as if there were countless hawkers shouting, peddlers and pawns, and even the "squeak" sound in the sewers.

Wang Bian, who was moving forward, stopped suddenly, and the whole person, including the incense burner in his hand, twisted like a puff of smoke, was absorbed towards the door.

Even Li Li on the side, his body seemed to be set on fire, his whole body was red, dizzy and faint, and he couldn't stand.

It seems that the people who cultivate the incense and fire gods seem to have vast and strange powers, but they also have irreparable weaknesses, and they are even extremely fatal at critical moments.

The mountains, rivers, lakes and rat gods in front of them must be restraining their existence.

But no matter what kind of cow, ghost, snake and god the other party is, if he wants to take the incense burner and shred his paper paintings, it is too much.

Li He stared at the paper door, and the paper field around him was permeated, and there were broken pieces of paper everywhere, which seemed to be mourning paper scattered all over the time.

A pair of dark green eyes opened in the paper world, without any emotion, as if looking at a corpse.

Gray, rotten ominous shredded paper fell on the claws and skulls of the rat god, and the surging white paper seemed to be for the other party's funeral.

Then, the white paper was like moldy hair, and a cloud of green oil paint on it was filled with madness.

"Squeak!"

As if burned, the ugly face of the rat god showed a struggling expression, and his paws trembled against the paper door, still unwilling to let go.

Even though its claws have been corroded to the point that they are out of shape, the brown and yellow hairs are falling out, revealing the white bones under the withered skin, and it is unwilling to let go.

The dark green in Li He's eyes became deeper and deeper, and even the cold aura was constantly expanding, and even in the dark world of paper paintings, there was a demonic wind.

Within a few breaths, the claws of the rat god were corroded so that only white bones remained, and it had no choice but to let go, flowing into a puff of smoke and escaping from the paper door.

Wang Bian and Li Li also collapsed to the ground, barely surviving.

The paper door slammed shut, and the light vanished, leaving only an endless darkness.

There was a terrifying roar outside the door, and under the strange green paper, it was reduced to unwilling whispering.