Shang Zhan felt a burst of white light, his six senses suddenly failed, his body was pulled by an extremely powerful force, and he fell rapidly, and he even felt a faint feeling of tearing.

This made him feel very uncomfortable. He had never felt this kind of discomfort in the age of mythology.

Now that he has cut himself off with a knife, his strength is only at the first level of the True Essence Realm.

Even the lower realm has become so difficult.

Fortunately, this discomfort only lasted for a dozen breaths, and when I opened my eyes again, I had already reached the lower realm.

A smell of "drought" hits our face. It's not a lack of water, but a lack of spiritual energy.

There is still a trace of aura left in the Biluo Heavenly Palace. Although it is far from enough, it is completely different from feeling completely gone. M.

In this lower realm, there is no trace of "drought".

Just like the heat wave gushing out from the fire, and like the wind blowing from the boundless desert, people can't help but feel a sense of dryness in their hearts.

Open your eyes, it's a slightly dark space.

There is a large area of ​​yellow and white in front of you. If you look closely, you will see that there are many paper figures.

The paper man is lifelike, with painted cheeks and a smile on his face, but this smile gives people a cold feeling.

The interior of the paper man is filled with grass and is scattered around in a messy manner.

There were piles of debris on the ground, including logs lying here and there, and a large number of recently felled trees. The ground was dark and sticky, like coal mixed with kerosene.

Further away is a circle of formation piles that connect the formation, like ice crystals, forming a large circle.

Outside the circle are three larger paper figures, which look very similar to trolls.

Not only his appearance, but also his energy is the same as that of a troll.

In such a scene, Shang Zhan felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

The troll is fake. The paper man carefully sensed that the energy on it was the same as the energy on the heads of more than a hundred human demons and immortals in the capital. They were selected as carriers for the arrival of clones.

It's also fake.

"No, this is a prison!"

"Fooled!"

"We were set up!"

"..."

At this time, there is no need to remind the business war, the false gods who came first have already woken up.

They all exclaimed in surprise.

Shang Zhan hurriedly looked at the environment and found that there was indeed a dim barrier farther away from the magic array piles, and a majestic aura was contained within it.

Seeing it is like a weak person facing an iron wall, and he can't help but feel despair in his heart.

Shang Zhan's feet flashed and he reached the barrier in an instant. When he stretched out his hand to touch it, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Heavenly prison!

It’s really a prison!

Compared with the Age of Mythology, the Tianlao Formation has become much weaker, but it is still powerful.

Whether the formation 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 path and being entangled in the evil deeds of the luck-devouring golden dragon, it is unknown whether he can be reincarnated.

This is also the reason why false gods fear death.

"He Fang Xiaoxiao, you dare to tease the gods, you are so brave, come out quickly!" At this time, Toutuo shouted angrily, the sound was like thunder.

"Sneaky, come out and talk!"

"If you dare to blaspheme the gods, your soul will be destroyed and you will never recover."

The other false gods also shouted and cursed.

They patrolled around, paused, and many false gods looked at a large iron door not far away.

It was a large broken iron door, with a formation platform above it. At the edge, a very blurry figure was standing there, almost blending into the surrounding darkness.

"Who?"

Shang Zhan took a step forward and came to the front of the false gods. He stared at the figure above and shouted.

"They're all here."

The blurry figure slowly became clear, and it turned out to be a young man wearing a flying fish suit, carrying a large black shovel with an animal head and a handle. He grinned at them: "If I had known that you were coming in your true form, I wouldn't have been too lazy."

You took off your pants and farted, so many paper people were blinded in vain."

It is Qinhe.

After the last wave of rewards was burned, Qin He came up with a careful plan to lure the pseudo-god down.

The execution of the plan is actually not complicated, the key lies in grafting and phantom breath.

Transferring flowers and grafting trees: a witchcraft secret technique from the mythical age. By learning this technique, you will understand part of the mysteries of "transferring".

Illusion Breath Technique: The phantom breath technique comes from the mythical age. By learning this technique, you will be able to imitate human breath and confuse the fake with the real one.

In the lower realm of false gods, the anchoring qi machine is trolls and more than a hundred humane demons.

Qin He only needs to make a batch of paper figures and transfer these energy to the paper figures to deceive the false gods.

Then create an illusion where two moons are on the same day.

Then turn on the induction circle and wait for them to enter the nest.

As for the location, what better place than Tianlao?

Qin He was trapped in the Heavenly Prison last time, but it took the strength of nine cows and two tigers to break through a gap.

But to his surprise, not only did the false gods come, but they came in so many forms, and they all came in their true form.

More than a hundred people.

All the paper figurines prepared for the arrival of the clone were in vain.

This scene.

It's like going out with a small fishing rod to catch a few crucian carp, only to be surrounded by a large group of fat heads weighing several dozen kilograms.

Excited heart, trembling hands.

If I had known better, I would have taken the cannon out and replaced the fishing line with a live line.

I'm afraid Xiaoyugan won't be able to hold on.

"Who is coming? Tell me your name!" Toutuo pointed at the Qin River and shouted angrily.

Qin He blinked and said, "I am Lu Bu."

Toutuo: "..."

Business war: "..."

Lu Bu, a peerless fierce man thousands of years ago, was born in the same life as Zhuge Shenji, a man with the pinnacle of external strength. They knew each other, but they didn't look like this.

In the life of Lu Bu and Zhuge Shenji, there was a very brief resurgence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The only loss of trolls caused by the pseudo-celestial gods slaying dragons occurred during that period.

"What a load of nonsense!"

The middle-aged man in Xuanyi scolded angrily and gritted his teeth: "Boy, I think you are an extraordinary person. If you pretend to be someone else, you will be struck by lightning. Aren't you blushing?"

"What...just a joke."

Qin He smiled, and then said with a serious face: "Listen carefully, I, the Great Immortal Qingniu, will not change my name or surname, even Wei Wu in the Corpse Burning Hall!"

"Okay, it's you, the Great Immortal Qingniu!" The gloomy old man gritted his teeth. His Bone Demon and his divine envoy Tian Gang were destroyed by Qin He and suffered heavy losses.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Toutuo's eyes shone with a dangerous light.

"Death?" Qin He shook his head seriously, "I'm sorry, I don't plan to die today, otherwise, why don't you think about it?"

After saying this, he suddenly waved his hand without any warning.

Dozens of blue flames hit the ground.

The flames fell and instantly ignited the wood, kerosene, coal and paper figures piled everywhere, causing a direct explosion.

The blue flames swept across rapidly, illuminating the entire Tianlao into a dazzling blue.

"Not good... Nanming Lihuo."

"Flash!!"

"Sneak attack, no martial ethics!!"
Chapter completed!