The city of Quancheng is now isolated from the two realms, and the black center slowly collapses.

It was like a big hole was opened in the world.

The palace of the underworld and the gate of ghosts in the sky stand tall, and the Emperor of Fengdu appears on earth.

"open!"

Uncle Tianheng stretched out his hand.

The illusory palm brushed across the city, penetrated the barriers between his fingers, and pulled out a paper-made man from the city.

However, just now the Paper-Based Man left the Quancheng City and Afu, who was standing in front of the Paper-Based Man team, looked back at the Fengdu Emperor in the sky.

The paper-breaking man began to disappear, and the paper body was ignited little by little, and then his whole body was swallowed up.

Mars condensed beside Ah Fu, and the man appeared again next to her.

She was unwilling to let the other party take away this paper-breaking person, or she didn't want the other party to take away any creature in the city whose fate was taken away and died in this disaster.

He withdrew his gaze and was still walking in front of the team.

Cross the broken street and head towards the abyss.

The vast and continuous team seemed to be attending someone's funeral.

It's the emperor of the clouds?

Or.

It's for yourself.

Before the paper-breaking man was destroyed, Wang Qilang swept his spiritual sense and saw clearly the essence of this paper-breaking man.

They have no soul and no fate.

But he was still alive.

Use paper as flesh and blood, and use ghost fire as spirit.

"this."

"It won't be a new creature!"

Master Tianheng said: "Human and immortals can create creatures."

"Clay can make people."

"It can be used to turn things into essence."

"Or what do you think the monster came from? How do some creatures born extraordinary for a while come from?"

"Did it fall from the sky out of thin air?"

Wang Qilang felt enlightened and had a new understanding of the method of becoming a saint in the physical body, such as the path of human immortality and the Sutra of Cause and Effect.

True Man Tianheng continued: "But Emperor Yin did not become a human immortal after all, and he did not reopen a way to master the true immortality."

"The fate of these people was taken away, but they did not have the fate of the emperor Yin and the power of the human immortals as their support."

"It is untolerated by all things and rejected by heaven and earth."

"They cannot practice and cannot tolerate it in the world."

Wang Qilang's eyes fell into the city again, watching thousands of paper-breaking people rushing to the place where the emperor fell.

"What are they going to do?"

Master Tianheng seemed to have guessed something: "King Peng Shou's human immortal body represents eternal immortality, and is a symbol of the immortal's transcendence beyond the heaven and earth and reopening the great way."

"Although the Yin Emperor died, his immortal body was destroyed by the heavenly tribulation."

"But half of its immortal law condensed, the imprint of the Great Way is indestructible and remains between heaven and earth."

"They do not tolerate heaven and earth, so they want to rely on this broken immortal law to turn into slavery of this immortal law and survive in the world."

Zhou Yuan spoke: "Isn't this good?"

"You can still live in this world."

Master Tianheng glanced at his apprentice and sneered.

"Good?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Master Tianheng seemed a little angry, but this anger was not aimed at Zhou Yuan.

"You may not understand the meaning of being disobedient to all things and being rejected by heaven and earth."

"It is not worth mentioning to be pushed into the eighteenth level of hell."

"I'm afraid that only by falling into the Abyssin's Purgatory will not be liberated in every life, and it can be compared with it."

After saying that.

He looked at the paper-breaking man below again, or his eyes fell on Ah Fu, his eyes a little complicated.

"I don't understand why they chose this."

"Maybe he's dead."

"It's a better ending."

At this time.

However, Wang Qilang's figure suddenly disappeared from the sky, and a stream of light fell towards the spring city below.

The biting night wind whistled past, blowing through the ashes and dust on the street, raising the ruins of this ruined city.

Yesterday's prosperity was like cooking oil with fire. The city cheered for the Double Ninth Festival night banquet, and the beauties danced on the bright moon platform.

Today's decline is like the yellow flowers in autumn, leaving only a city full of resentment of paper ghosts.

Rise and decline only last for a moment.

Ah Fu walked forward in the cold wind, and all the paper people followed her, taking the same steps.

"Crazy."

The wind blew the paper on the paper man's body.

But she couldn't feel the chill.

She couldn't feel any pain, she couldn't feel anger.

She also doesn't feel that she is alive.

But for some reason, a sense of unwilling obsession in her chest was burning.

"Why did I come to the Hall of Yama for?"

"Not said it."

"Everyone has the next life, will the good become gods, and the evil be imprisoned?"

"Didn't it mean that good will be rewarded, and evil will be rewarded?"

"Not that..."

"Not that..."

"Why is this ending?"

Afu looked at the increasingly larger abyss in the distance, and darkness occupied her eyes. He knew at a glance that it would be a road to no return when entering.

But the strong reluctance, or regret in her heart, pushed her to move forward.

A stream of light from the sky fell on the wall of the Spring City.

Wang Qilang looked at Ah Fu and said.

"Afu."

"Stop!"

"Does it be impossible to get rid of it?"

"Returning to the underworld, one day, there may be a way to solve the hidden danger of being taken away from fate."

Ah Fu did not stop.

But her voice came from the city: "Aren't you the ones who pushed us into so much that we could never recover?"

"Seeking for immortality and immortality, and seeking for eternity of the great way."

"If you win, you are your own ability, and if you lose, you will bear the price."

"It's just my own **."

"Isn't this what you said?"

"Wang... Qilang!"

When Wang Qilang's name was called, Ah Fu paused word by word.
To be continued...