The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

The sky there was blood red and gloomy.

The ground under his feet also turned into tumbling magma.

There was still a strong smell of blood all around.

Many people in the black robe of the temple and the monks in the Shangshan District fell into the hot lava 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 there are countless vultures flying from the horizon.

The monk's attack can't hit the vultures, even if the sword is cut down, the sword will pass through, as if these vultures are just spirit bodies and illusions.

But when the vulture attacks humans, the pain and injuries are real.

It didn't take long before they were scarred, either forced to fall into the magma with no bones left, or were divided by countless vultures.

But in this half-dead painting, it is not without the slightest way of life.

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

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

The flames lifted up by the magma were sprayed on the wooden bridge continuously, and the bridge body already had a clear momentum of fire.

But this is already their only way to survive.

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

Therefore, all the survivors desperately climbed up the wooden bridge.

In order to survive, the friends who used to be brothers and sisters, and the greedy Shangfeng, all became their obstacles, and they wanted to kill and then hurry.

However, in terms of strength, how can these people have the ability to compare with Jiuli Shi.

So soon, the people who came with Jiuli's messenger, whether it was a temple messenger or a high-ranking monk in Shangshan District, were all kicked down into the tumbling magma.

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

But the wooden bridge is much longer than the eyes can see.

Over time, the tongue of fire began to roll on the wooden bridge, burning their bodies.

The cultivator of the immortal venerable level was not afraid of any flame burning.

Even if the [Golden Crow Fire Spirit] evolves to a perfect form, they will be slightly injured at most.

But the flame in this magma is completely different.

After being scorched by the flames, Jiuli wailed in pain.

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

The sound of Zi La La's skin being burnt came from the other side.

Miao An and others who saw this scene widened their eyes, watched the tragic scene for a moment, and couldn't help laughing.

Smiling and laughing, they cried again.

At this moment, the fear and feeling of being dominated in their hearts disappeared completely.

As for the others in the Lower Public District, looking at Mu Yan and Chu Moli's gaze at this time, there was no longer any doubt, only crazy worship and awe.

They were indeed messengers sent by the sun god.

They are stronger than Jiuli Divine Envoy, and they can also give them strength.

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

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The "painted" side is bloody hell.

The side of the "painting" is joyful and peaceful.

Chu Moli even took out the script again, and continued to look with relish in the bright moonlight.

This made the corners of Mu Yan's mouth twitch.

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

The Jiuli envoy on the other side of "Painting" finally couldn't hold it, and shouted: "Little Master, Little Master, please spare your life! I was waiting wrong, please forgive us!"