Their demeanor was respectful and their etiquette was retro, as if these characters themselves came here to observe the Dharma ceremony thousands of years ago.
The fake person was still dressed in the same clothes as yesterday, but his figure was inexplicably unreal, but neither he nor the people around him were aware of it.
"Thank you all for coming to watch the ceremony. It's already getting late, so let's open the altar!"
Following the words of the false master, he turned his hands and actually threw out a blood-red coffin. There was no one in the coffin, only a heart-shaped crystal the size of a thumb remained inside, constantly shining with blood-red light.
The light was like the lanterns in the strange realm at night.
Immediately, the fake real person started to set up the altar, and a strange wave spread out, covering the entire Dharma Assembly Square.
As the ceremony progressed, the remaining dozens of people watching the ceremony in the square actually walked into the coffin formation with peaceful expressions on their faces. The coffins appeared automatically, and each one of them lay down automatically with their faces full of peace.
As all the outsiders lay in the coffins, no aura of light emerged.
On the contrary, as the ceremony progressed, the blood-red crystal in the center shone brighter and brighter. After a long time, it finally reached its limit and finally exploded into a dazzling red light.
Just like a thousand years ago, the burial failed.
The red light swept around like a tsunami shock wave. The affected coffin formation was not disturbed at all. Instead, they turned into paper coffins one after another, and quickly evolved towards the book pages.
As the red light spread, some coffins turned directly into pages of books, flying towards the fake real person in the center. On the page, there was a solitary drawing of a coffin, with a peaceful man lying inside.
For a moment, in the square shrouded in red light, all the coffins turned into pages of pictures, rotating around the fake ones.
The body of the fake person is gradually becoming transparent at this moment, and inside his body, a book with a blue and black cover and a blood stain on it is looming.
In the square, as the last coffin turned into a book page, the red light erupted again and spread rapidly outward. The red light swept through various buildings and pedestrians in the city.
The originally real buildings and pedestrians quickly lost their vitality and turned into lines like ink paintings. In the blink of an eye, it evolved into a picture.
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In Tianxiang Tower, Wang Zijia had already called more than 20 girls at once.
"Boom!"
"Why not?" Wang Zijia opened the door a crack, stretched out his head and looked at his mother impatiently.
"Sir, why don't we take a rest? There are many benefactors in the building, and there are really not enough girls." Mom said.
"There is not even a girl in such a big Tianxiang Tower..."
The face of Wang Zijia who was speaking suddenly changed, and a red light swept through everyone like a circular shock wave. The mother in front of her looked stiff and degenerated into a paper figure, and then quickly collapsed again, turning into a figure drawn with ink lines.
Wang Zijia watched this scene with open eyes, feeling a sudden panic in his heart.
When I lowered my head, I realized that I had turned into a person outlined in some ink lines, but the colors were much brighter, not black and white.
Without caring about anything else, he turned around and jumped out of the second-floor window, floated on the roof, and looked around the entire city. After the red light passed, the city had turned into an ink painting.
The sky and the earth have lost their color, and he is just like a villain in a painting.
"Damn it, have we reached the final chapter so soon? It's impossible to break through the normal plot of this mysterious realm." Wang Zijia cursed secretly, not daring to delay any longer, and rushed towards the Dharma Assembly Square in the center of the city. And go.
In this situation, he didn't care whether it was dangerous or not.
If it continues like this, the mysterious realm will be completely re-entered into the books, and Wang Zijia has no idea what his own outcome will be.
Even if he can exist in his current status, it is probably as if he has been sealed. I don't know how many years it will take before he can unfold again.
This is still the most ideal situation based on the equivalent balance!
As his thoughts flashed, Wang Zijia kept flying on the roof.
"Stop, you are not allowed to climb rocks or walk over walls in the city. Violators will be detained in a water prison for half a year!" At this time, countless people on the surrounding streets were looking at Wang Zijia, and a team of law enforcement teams appeared out of nowhere to pursue him. .
Looking down from the sky, I saw a huge ink painting, a person flying across the roof, and several people chasing him around.
In the blink of an eye, another team came and surrounded them from the side.
Before several people could get closer, Wang Zijia's body shook and transformed into another identity.
The law enforcement team that was chasing and encircling him stopped subconsciously, and returned to their original demeanor in a daze, planning to turn around and resume patrolling.
But after three breaths, they looked at Wang Zijia flying on the roof again.
"Stop, in the city..."
With a roar, the pursuit started again.
"Three-breath stress reaction? You should be able to give it a try!" Wang Zijia's thoughts flashed, and he changed his identity again and kept flying on the roof.
Just like that, Wang Zijia kept flying and changing identities, while the law enforcement team chasing him kept stopping and walking, as if stuck.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, Wang Zijia rushed to the Dharma Assembly Square.
At this moment, Nanfei Square was covered with countless papers, and in each paper, there was a coffin.
In most of the coffins, there is a painting of a sleeping dead person, and a small part of the coffins are still exposed to light, as if they are constantly resisting something.
In the center of the page, a book full of foreboding has been opened, as if he wants to put these pieces of drawing paper into the book.
Wang Zijia looked around. The house he was standing on had completely turned into a picture scroll. He had become a moving animated character in the picture scroll. Even the color of his whole body was beginning to lose, evolving towards an ink painting.
Knowing that he couldn't delay any longer, Wang Zijia gritted his teeth and took out two talismans.
Second-grade Essence and Blood Talisman, Blood Escape Talisman, and Explosive Yuan Talisman.
Without any hesitation, his face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed on the two talismans as if for free.
The two talismans turned into blood light and submerged into Wang Zijia's body, causing his breath to tremble. Blood mist enveloped the room, and his magic power rose rapidly.
At the same time, the Essence Pearl between the eyebrows erupted again, Wang Zijia's whole body swelled a bit, and the magic power surged around his body like air waves, causing the Taoist robe and hair to constantly flow.
After doing this, Wang Zijia's eyes turned cold, his whole body turned into a stream of light, and he rushed towards the center of the altar.
As soon as he rushed into the book page area, the book in the center shook for a moment, and an illusory figure condensed out again. The false master looked at Wang Zijia and said, "Evil obstacles, get out of here quickly!"
Following his words, Wang Zijia's figure that transformed into blood suddenly paused and moved towards the opponent like a turtle crawling.
Wang Zijia ignored it and gritted his teeth and charged forward.
(End of chapter)
