They were respectful and receitful, as if they were the people of a thousand years ago.

The fake real person is still dressed yesterday, but his body is inexplicably a little illusory, but neither he nor the people around him are aware of it.

"Thank you for coming to watch the ceremony, it's not too early, so let's open the altar!"

With the words of the fake person, he turned over his hand and actually threw out a blood-red coffin. There was no one in the coffin, only a thumb-sized heart-shaped crystal remaining, constantly shining with blood-red light.

The light was like the lanterns at night in the strange realm.

Immediately, the fake person began to raise the altar, and a strange wave spread out, enveloping the entire puja square.

As the festival progressed, on the square, the remaining dozens of people watching the ceremony actually walked into the coffin formation with a peaceful face, and a mouthful of coffins automatically appeared, and one by one with a face full of peace, they automatically lay down.

As all the outsiders lay down in the coffin, there was no spiritual precipitation at all.

On the contrary, as the puja progressed, the blood-red crystal in the center shone more and more, and after a long time, it finally reached its limit, and finally burst into a dazzling red light.

Just like a thousand years ago, the burial failed.

Red light swept around like a tsunami shock wave. The coffin array that was affected did not appear to be disturbed at all. Instead, they turned into paper coffins one by one, and quickly evolved towards the pages.

With the spread of red light, some of the coffins directly turned into pages of books and flew towards the fake real person in the center. On the page, a lonely coffin is drawn, and a peaceful person lies inside.

In a moment, in the square shrouded in red light, all the coffins turned into pages of book drawings, revolving around the fake person.

The fake person's body gradually became transparent at this moment, and inside his body, a blue-black cover and a blood-stained book loomed.

And on the square, as the last coffin turned into a page, the red light broke out again, spreading outward rapidly, and the red light swept over the buildings and pedestrians in Fang City.

The original real buildings and pedestrians quickly lost their vitality and turned into lines like ink paintings. In the blink of an eye, it evolved into a picture scroll.

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In Tianxiang Building, Wang Zijia had already called more than 20 girls in one breath at this moment.

"Knock knock!"

"Why can't you get it yet?" Wang Zijia opened the door a crack, stuck out his head and looked at his mother impatiently.

"My lord, why don't we rest, there are a lot of benefactors in the building, and there are not enough girls." Mom said.

"Such a big Tianxiang Building, even a girl ······"

Wang Zijia's face changed suddenly, and a red light swept over everyone like a ring shockwave, and the mother in front of her was stiff, degrading towards the paper figure, and then quickly collapsed, turning into a painter with ink lines.

Wang Zijia watched this scene, and there was a sudden fear in his heart.

When I looked down, I realized that I didn't know when I had become some people outlined by ink lines, but the colors were much brighter, not black and white.

Ignoring nothing else, he turned around and jumped out of the window on the second floor, floated onto the roof, and looked around the city.

Heaven and earth have lost their color, and he is like a small man in a painting.

"Damn, did you get to the final chapter plot so soon, this strange domain follows the plot normally, and it is impossible to break it at all." Wang Zijia scolded secretly, didn't dare to delay any longer, and rushed straight towards the Dharma Square in the center of the city.

Now in this situation, he doesn't care about danger or not.

If it drags on like this, the Strange Domain will be completely re-included in the books, and Wang Zijia doesn't know what his own result will be.

Even if he can exist in his current identity, it is estimated that it will be as if he has been sealed, and I don't know how many years it will take before it can be unfolded again.

Again, this is the ideal case based on an equivalent balance!

In a flash of thought, Wang Zijia kept flying on the roof.

"Stop, in the market, you can't climb the rock and walk the wall, and the offender will be detained in the water prison for half a year!" At this time, countless people on the surrounding streets looked at Wang Zijia, and a team of law enforcement teams did not know where to come out and pursued him.

Looking down from the sky, I saw a huge ink painting scroll, a person flying on the roof, and several people around were chasing.

In the blink of an eye, another team came, closing in from the side.

Without waiting for a few people to approach, Wang Zijia's body shook and turned into another identity.

The law enforcement team that pursued him subconsciously stopped, and suddenly returned to its original demeanor, intending to turn around and go back to patrol.

But after three breaths, they looked at Wang Zijia flying on the roof again.

"Stop, ······ in the city"

With a roar, the pursuit began again.

"Three-breath stress reaction? You should be able to fight it! Wang Zijia's thoughts flickered, and he changed his identity again, constantly flying on the roof.

In this way, I saw Wang Zijia constantly flying and changing his identity, but the law enforcement team chasing him always stopped and stopped, as if it was stuck.

In less than half an hour, Wang Zijia rushed to the puja square.

At this moment, the Nanfei Square has been shrouded in countless papers, and in each paper, there is a coffin.

Most of the coffins were painted with a sleeping dead man, and a small part of the coffins were still glowing, as if they were constantly resisting something.

In the center of the page, a book full of rich and ominous has been opened, as if trying to put the pieces of drawing paper into the book.

Wang Zijia looked around, the house he was standing on had completely become a picture scroll, he had become a moving animated character in the picture scroll, and even the color of his whole body was beginning to lose and evolve towards ink painting.

Wang Zijia, who knew that he couldn't drag it any longer, gritted his teeth and turned over his hand and found out two talismans.

The second-grade essence blood charm, the blood escape charm, and the explosion yuan charm.

Without the slightest hesitation, his face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the two talismans like no money.

The two talismans turned into blood light and submerged into Wang Zijia's body, causing his breath to be shocked, and the mana rose rapidly in the midst of the blood mist.

At the same time, the Essence Yuan Zhu in the center of the eyebrows broke out again, and Wang Zijia's whole person swelled a little, and the mana was churning around his body like a wave of qi, making the Dao robe and hair continue to wave.

After doing this, Wang Zijia's eyes were cold, and the whole person turned into a streamer and rushed towards the center of the altar.

As soon as he rushed into the page area, the book in the center shook for a moment, and an illusory figure recondensed. The fake person looked at Wang Zijia and said, "Evil obstacles, retreat quickly!" ”

With his words, Wang Zijia's figure turned into blood suddenly stopped, turning into a turtle crawling, moving towards the other party.

Wang Zijia ignored it and gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

(End of chapter)