I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

They were respectful and followed a retro manner, just like the characters who came here to watch the ceremony thousands of years ago.

The fake real person was still dressed the same as yesterday, but his figure was inexplicably illusory, but neither he nor the people around him noticed it.

"Thank you all for coming to watch the ceremony. It's getting late, so let's open the altar!"

As the fake real person spoke, he flipped his hand and threw out a blood-red coffin. There was no one in the coffin, only a thumb-sized heart-shaped crystal remained in it, constantly shining with blood-red light.

That light was like the lanterns in the strange domain at night.

Then the fake real person began to open the altar and perform rituals, and a strange wave spread out, covering the entire square of the ceremony.

As the ceremony progressed, the remaining dozens of people watching the ceremony on the square actually walked into the coffin formation with a peaceful look on their faces. Coffins emerged automatically, and one by one, with a peaceful look on their faces, they automatically lay down.

As all the outsiders lay in the coffins, there was no spiritual light.

On the contrary, as the ceremony progressed, the blood-red crystal in the center shone more and more, and finally reached its limit after a long time, and finally exploded with 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 array did not show any disturbance. Instead, they turned into paper coffins one by one and quickly evolved into book pages.

As the red light spread, some coffins directly turned into pages of books and flew towards the fake real person in the center. On the pages of the book, there was a lonely coffin with a peaceful person lying inside.

After a while, in the square covered by red light, all the coffins turned into pages of book pages, rotating around the fake real person.

The fake real person's body gradually became transparent at this moment, and a book with a dark blue cover and blood stains on it was faintly visible inside his body.

In the square, as the last coffin turned into a page of a book, the red light burst out again and spread out quickly, sweeping across the buildings and pedestrians in the market.

The 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 painting.

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In Tianxiang Tower, Wang Zijia had called more than 20 girls in one breath.

"Dongdong!"

"Why aren't you coming?" Wang Zijia opened the door a crack, stuck his head out and looked at his mother impatiently.

"Sir, why don't we take a break? There are many guests in the building, and there are not enough girls." Mom said so.

"Tianxiang Tower is so big, but there is not even one girl..."

Wang Zijia, who was speaking, suddenly changed his expression, and a red light swept through everyone like a circular shock wave. The mother in front of him had a stiff expression and degenerated into a paper man, and then quickly collapsed and turned into a painting of ink lines.

Wang Zijia watched this scene with his own eyes, and suddenly felt a burst of fear in his heart.

He looked down and found that he had turned into a person outlined by some ink lines without knowing when, but the colors were much brighter, not black and white.

He didn't care about anything else, turned around and jumped out of the second-floor window, floated onto the roof, and looked around the whole city. After the red light, the city had turned into an ink painting.

The sky and the earth had lost their colors, and he was like a little man in the painting.

"Damn, has it reached the final chapter so soon? This strange domain is impossible to break through the normal process of the plot." Wang Zijia cursed inwardly, not daring to delay any longer, and rushed straight to the Dharma Assembly Square in the center of the city.

In this situation, he didn't care whether it was dangerous or not.

If it dragged on like this, the strange domain would be completely put back into the book, and Wang Zijia had no idea what his own outcome would be.

Even if he could exist in his current identity, it would probably be like being sealed, and it was unknown how many years it would take before it could 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, in the market, you are not allowed to climb rocks or walk on walls. Those who violate this rule will be detained in water dungeons for half a year!" At this time, countless people on the surrounding streets were looking at Wang Zijia, and a team of law enforcement officers came out of nowhere and chased him.

Looking down from the sky, I saw a huge ink painting scroll, in which a person was flying on the roof, and several people were chasing him.

In the blink of an eye, another team came and surrounded him from the side.

Before a few people approached, Wang Zijia's body shook and turned into another identity.

The law enforcement team chasing and surrounding him stopped subconsciously, and in a daze, they restored their original demeanor and planned to turn around and patrol again.

But after three breaths, they looked at Wang Zijia flying on the roof again.

"Stop, in the market..."

With a roar, they started chasing again.

"Three breaths of stress response? I should be able to fight!" Wang Zijia's thoughts flashed, and he changed his identity again, and kept flying on the roof.

In this way, Wang Zijia kept flying and changing his identity, while the law enforcement team chasing him kept stopping and starting, as if stuck.

It took less than half a quarter of an hour for Wang Zijia to rush to the Dharma Assembly Square.

At this moment, the Nanfei Square was covered by countless papers, and there was a coffin in each paper.

In most of the coffins, there was a sleeping dead person, and a small number of coffins were still glowing, as if they were constantly resisting something.

In the center of the pages, a book full of ominous smells has been opened, as if it wants to collect the sheets of drawing paper into the book.

Wang Zijia looked around. The house where he stood had completely become a scroll. He had become a moving cartoon character in the scroll. Even the color of his body was beginning to lose, evolving into an ink painting.

Knowing that he could not delay any longer, Wang Zijia gritted his teeth and took out two talismans.

Second-grade blood essence talisman, blood escape talisman, and explosion talisman.

Without the slightest hesitation, his face turned pale and he sprayed a mouthful of blood on the two talismans.

The two talismans turned into blood light and sank into Wang Zijia's body, causing his breath to tremble. As the blood mist covered him, his magic power rose rapidly.

At the same time, the essence bead between his eyebrows exploded again, and Wang Zijia's whole body swelled a little. His magic power was like a wave of air, surging around him, causing his Taoist robe and hair to sway constantly.

After doing all this, Wang Zijia's eyes turned cold, and the whole person turned into a stream of light, rushing 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 again. The fake real person looked at Wang Zijia and said, "Evil obstacle, retreat quickly!"

As he spoke, Wang Zijia's figure turned into blood suddenly stopped, and moved towards the other party like a turtle crawling.

Wang Zijia didn't care and rushed forward with gritted teeth.