At this moment, Xu Ying saw a divine dragon flying towards this side. They were four stone dragons. When the dragon's feet were raised, he saw clouds rising under his feet, supporting the stone dragon's body.

Four stone dragons stepped on the blue smoke clouds and chased towards the big bell.

Xu Ying frowned, his vitality cultivation level was less than 50%, and he would definitely be unable to deal with the siege of four stone dragons while riding on the big bell.

"Master Zhong, go up to the fairy mountain below!" Xu said hurriedly.

A majestic fairy mountain moved below them, and the big bell quickly fell into the mountain. Xu Ying looked down and saw many ancient altars hidden in the dense forest of the fairy mountain. Next to the altars stood towering statues of gods, like guardians of the altars.

"Strange, if this is a fairyland, how come there are statues and altars?"

Xu Ying wondered, how could a god be born in the fairy world without mortals worshiping and gathering incense?

Do immortals worship gods?

Underworld, Naihe River, Wangxiang Terrace.

Yuan Tiangang was sitting in front of his thatched cottage, breathing in and out, when he saw a man holding a blue paper umbrella walking on the path of Wangxiang Terrace.

"This person appears again." Yuan Tiangang blinked.

Since he came here and settled here, he has seen this blue paper umbrella dozens of times. Every once in a while, this person will pass by here holding a blue paper umbrella.

Yuan Tiangang watched him go away, only to see the man with a green paper umbrella coming to Naihe Bridge and waiting in line for Meng Po soup.

"Weird person." Yuan Tiangang looked away.

The man queued for a long time and finally it was his turn.

Po Meng was about to pour tea when she saw this man and her hands trembled.

A calm voice came from under the green paper umbrella: "Grandma, a bowl of tea, the soup needs to be thick."

Po Meng Po poured the tea and couldn't help but ask: "Sir, your Majesty, you have been quite diligent in begging for tea recently."

The voice under the green paper umbrella was a little unhappy. He took the tea and said, "Isn't it that your tea is not strong enough? You can't seal that person's memory. Someone above said you add water to the soup."

——Sacrifice a book, Three Kingdoms: Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty begged me to take over the throne, author He Langkuan. (Is this name familiar? Yes, he is a book fan, and I have sacrificed it to him before. He said that this time he
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