The current craftsman, thinking that he is sure to win, is the time when his psychological precautions are the lowest.

Chen Rulong tried his best to calm down his emotions and said: "I'm going to die anyway, I don't want to be a fool in the future, can you make some things clear to me?" ”

"If you make it clear, I'll fully cooperate with you later."

The craftsman said appreciatively: "It is worthy of Chen Qinghe's grandson, and this momentum is really similar to your grandfather." ”

"For your death's sake, I will fulfill you, and if you have anything to say, just ask."

Chen Rulong asked: "After you get the pen, can you help me go to another world?" ”

"To another world? Haha, you're really a fool. ”

The craftsman said happily: "The array gate I drew for you before does not lead to a specific place, but with your mental power, you decide where you want to go. ”

"If you're imagining a specific place, it can teleport you straight through."

"But you're a psychopath, imagining a place that doesn't exist, and the array gate will definitely collapse."

"I fooled you to help you get the pen, you really think you can shuttle between the two worlds."

In an instant, Chen Rulong's eyes dimmed.

Forget it, if the craftsman doesn't admit it, it doesn't mean that the world doesn't exist.

Chen Rulong quickly cheered up and asked, "In this case, what is the use of you still wanting to take the pen?" ”

"That's a lot of use."

The craftsman looked at him with a wistful look in his eyes, and said word by word: "With my ability, after I have the Yang Returning Pen, I will be able to draw a portal that shuttles between the future and the present." ”

"I can see what's going to happen in the future, so I can take advantage of it and avoid it. You can also go back in time and kill those enemies before they grow! ”

Hearing this, Chen Rulong couldn't help but shudder.

If the craftsman really has this kind of ability to reach the sky, it is estimated that no one in the whole world will be his opponent.

Soon, the donkey cart crossed the mountains and came to the temple.

At this time, the temple was densely packed with people, more than 200 villagers gathered together, Luo Chenggen and several old people in the village stood in front of the courtyard, holding a few pillars of incense, inserting the incense burner in front.

Cigarette smoke wafted into the main hall, and the three-meter-high mandrill paper sculpture in the hall had its nostrils closed one by one, as if to inhale these gases into the stomach.

As the sun sets, hundreds of people's cigarettes waft into the main hall, and the three-meter-high mandrill paper sculptures in the hall have their nostrils closed one by one, as if they want to inhale these gases into their stomachs.

As the sun sets, hundreds of people kneel on the ground reverently, their mouths singing as if they were scriptures from time immemorial.

Suddenly, a giant red lantern hung from the top of the mountain temple and swayed. The red light shone on the faces of this group of believers, looking a little weird.

"O mountain god!" All the villagers prostrate on the ground and pray to the lantern hanging in the air.

I saw a phantom figure in a white robe slowly descend from the red light. He was rickety, wearing a black hood, and his face could not be seen clearly, except for a pair of eyes that shimmered with a faint green luster.

Holding a tattered book in his hand, the Phantom gently flipped through two pages, and then said in a deep voice, "Everyone, please get up." ”

As soon as the words ended, everyone stood up from the ground.

I saw that the worn-out book in the phantom's hand emitted bursts of red light, and it knelt on the ground reverently, and a brush that was as black as ink and red at the tip of the pen suddenly floated in the void.

Holding a pen and paper in his hand, the phantom prostrated forward little by little with his knees, and finally stood under the statue of the mountain god, and then got up little by little, and put the pen on the center of the mountain god's eyebrows.

The tip of the pen fell, and the body of the mountain god suddenly rippled with golden light, and this light formed a huge light shield, instantly covering the entire origami village for hundreds of miles!

Although Chen Rulong couldn't understand the light, he could feel a kind of holy power from it.

Fu Xi Tongxin looked at the sky with a little blank eyes, and muttered: "It is estimated that the craftsman will not get his wish, what is hidden here is a true god, if he rashly provokes the true god, he will die a miserable death." ”

The smith's eyes suddenly burst into ejaculation, "Chen Rulong, hurry up and grab the magic pen!" ”

Under the coercion of the craftsman, Chen Rulong had no ability to resist, so he could only grit his teeth and rush forward, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, he snatched the magic pen and immediately ran in the direction of the donkey cart!

Before Chen Rulong could take two steps, the craftsman slammed the rope, and the huge drag force directly caused his body to fly to the car.

The rope was strangled around his neck, Chen Rulong's face turned red and he gasped for breath, and when he moved his neck slightly, he made a creaking sound, followed by a pain in his heart.

It is estimated that the craftsman dragged his neck out of place, and if he did not return in time, he would be completely paralyzed.

The illusion could not support the high-speed running of the donkey cart, and soon shattered and disappeared.

After a brief pause, the villagers shouted angrily to the door, "Damn thieves, catch them!" ”

The craftsman ran forward with all his might, and a group of villagers chased after him.

In the origami village, the power of the carpenter was greatly suppressed, and he had to provide energy for the donkey cart while restraining Chen Rulong, and the use of power was already very stretched.

The donkey cart did not run fast in the mountains, and the pursuers threw stones at the side of the cart, and several times they were thrown into the wagon.

The craftsman hurriedly said, "Quickly drop this little girl!" ”

Chen Rulong gently grabbed Luo Yun's shoulders and whispered, "Goodbye" and left her on the grass on the side of the road.

Luo Yun rolled a few times and got up from the ground, and shouted to Luo Chenggen behind him with tears in her eyes: "Grandpa, Chen Rulong has been kidnapped, and he is still in the car!" ”

When the group arrived, Luo Yun also joined the pursuit team.