ebookslot Chapter 513 Not Good, I Fell For It
Chapter 513 Not Good, I Fell For It
Shang Zhan only felt a burst of white light attacking him, and his six senses suddenly failed. His body was pulled by an extremely powerful force, and he fell rapidly, and he even felt a faint sense of tearing.
This made him feel very uncomfortable. In the age of mythology, he had never felt this kind of discomfort.
Now that he cut himself with a knife, his strength was only maintained at the first level of the True Yuan Realm.
Even the lower realm has become so difficult.
Fortunately, this discomfort only lasted for more than a dozen breaths, and when I opened my eyes again, the lower realm had already arrived.
A breath of "drought" hits the face, not lack of water, but lack of aura.
There is still a trace of aura remaining in the Biluotian Palace. Although it is far from enough, it is completely different from the feeling of not having it at all.
In this lower realm, there is no trace of "drought".
Like the heat wave gushing out of the fire, and like the wind blowing from the boundless desert, it makes people feel dry in their hearts.
Open your eyes, this is a slightly dim space.
In front of him was a large area of yellow and white, and when he looked closely, there were actually many paper figurines.
The paper man is lifelike, with smeared cheeks and a smile on his face, but this kind of smile gives people a cold feeling.
The inside of the paper figurine is filled with grass, and it is arranged around messily.
There are piles of sundries on the ground, there are criss-crossed logs, and a large number of trees that have just been felled. The ground is black and sticky, like coal mixed with kerosene.
Farther away is a circle of pillars for receiving and guiding formations, like ice crystals, forming a large circle.
Outside the circle are three larger paper figurines, whose appearance is actually very similar to trolls.
Not only the appearance, but also the aura is the same as that of a troll.
In such a scene, Shang Zhan only felt a chill from the soles of his feet to his forehead.
The troll is fake, and the paper figurine sensed it carefully, and the aura on it was the same as the aura on the heads of more than a hundred human demons in the capital. They were selected as the carrier for the avatar to come, It's also fake.
"No, this is the sky prison!"
"be cheated!"
"We were designed!"
"..."
At this time, there is no need for commercial war reminders, and the false gods who came first have already woken up.
They all exclaimed.
Shang Zhan hurriedly surveyed the environment, and found that there was indeed a dim barrier farther away from the pillars of the formation, and a majestic breath was restrained in it.
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It is like a weak person facing an iron wall, unable to help feeling hopeless.
Shang Zhan came to the barrier in an instant with a flash of his feet, reached out to touch it, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.
Heavenly Prison!
It's really a prison!
Compared with the Age of Mythology, the Sky Prison Formation is much weaker, but still powerful.
Whether it can be broken or not, even if it is broken, everyone here will be exhausted.
The only result of exhaustion is death, and because of falling into the devil's way and being entangled in the karma of the golden dragon that devours luck, it is unknown whether it can be reincarnated.
This is why false gods fear death.
"He Fangxiao is young, how dare you tease the gods, how brave you are, come out!" At this time, Toutuo shouted angrily, and the sound was like thunder.
"Sneaky, come out and talk!"
"Dare to blaspheme the gods, and your soul will be scattered, and you will never recover."
The rest of the false gods also sternly cursed.
They patrolled around, paused, and many false gods looked at a big iron gate not far away one after another.
It was a large broken iron gate, and above it was a formation. At the edge, a very vague figure stood there, almost blending into the surrounding darkness.
"who?"
Shang Zhan took a step forward, came to the false gods, stared at the figure above and asked.
"They're all here."
The blurry figure gradually became clear, it was actually a young man in a flying fish suit, carrying a big black shovel with a beast head handle, grinning at them: "If I knew you were coming in real body, I wouldn't bother Take off your pants and fart, blinding so many paper figurines for nothing."
It was Qin He.
After the last wave of rewards was burned out, Qin He came up with a careful plan to lure the false gods down.
The implementation of the plan is actually not complicated, the key lies in the transfer of flowers and trees and the illusion of breath.
Transferring Flowers and Connecting Trees: The secret art of witches from the age of mythology. After learning this art, you will comprehend part of the profound meaning of "moving art".
Phantom breath technique: The technique of phantom breath from the age of mythology. After learning this technique, you will be able to imitate the breath of a human being, making the real one look like the real one.
In the lower realm of false gods, the anchored auras are trolls and more than a hundred human demons.
Qin He only needs to make a batch of paper figurines, and transfer these auras to the paper figurines to deceive the false gods.
Then do another illusion of double moons and same sky.
Afterwards, activate the receiving array
Just wait for them to enter the nest.
As for the location, what better place than the dungeon?
Qin He was trapped in the sky prison last time, but it took a lot of effort to break through a gap.
But to his surprise, not only did false gods come, but so many came, and all of them came with real bodies.
More than one hundred people.
Those paper figurines prepared for the arrival of the clone were all in vain.
this scene.
It's like going out with a small fishing rod to catch a few crucian carp, but you are surrounded by a large group of fat heads weighing tens of kilograms.
Excited heart, trembling hands.
If I knew it earlier, I would take the cannon out, and then replace the fishing line with a fire line.
I'm afraid that Xiao Yugan won't be able to hold on.
"Who is coming? Report your name!" Toutuo pointed at Qin He and shouted angrily.
Qin He blinked and said, "I'm Lu Bu."
Toutuo: "..."
Trade War:"……"
Lu Bu, a peerless fierce man thousands of years ago, was born in the same life as Zhuge Shenji, a strong man with peak external strength, they knew each other, and they didn't look like this.
In the life of Lu Bu and Zhuge Shenji, there was a short-lived resurgence of the aura of heaven and earth, and the only troll loss of the false god Tulong occurred during that period.
"What nonsense!"
The middle-aged man in Xuanyi scolded angrily, gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, I think you are also an extraordinary person. If you pretend to be an impostor, you will be struck by lightning. Don't you blush?"
"Then what... just kidding."
Qin He smiled, and then said with a serious face: "Listen up, I am the Great Immortal of Qingniu. I will not change my name or surname when I sit down, so does Wei Wu in the Burning Corpse Hall!"
"Okay, it really is you, Great Immortal Cyan Ox!" The gloomy old man gritted his teeth, his bone demon and angel Bai Gang were destroyed by Qin He, and the loss was quite heavy.
"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Toutuo's eyes shot out a dangerous light.
"Death?" Qin He shook his head seriously, "I'm sorry, I didn't plan to die today, otherwise, you guys think about it?"
After finishing speaking, he suddenly shook his hand violently without warning.
Dozens of blue flames hit the ground.
When the flame fell, it instantly ignited the piled up wood, kerosene, coal, and paper figurines everywhere, causing a direct deflagration.
The blue flames swept rapidly, turning the entire dungeon into a dazzling blue.
"Not good... Nanming Lihuo."
"Flash!!"
"Sneak attack, don't talk about martial arts!!"
All the false gods suddenly let out a series of exclamations.