"Wait here, Saint Master Zhi. I'll go in and take a look," Zhu Minglang said to Saint Master Zhi.
When they arrived, Zhu Minglang saw that the Eagle Arhat's bones had been fractured from the fall, and he was limping away.
It was obvious that the Eagle Arhat was severely injured, and it would be difficult for him to continue fighting.
He was still too late.
Zhu Minglang was very upset, but considering the importance of everyone's life, Zhu Minglang decided to go in and see what was going on. Perhaps there was still a chance for things to turn around.
Even though Arhat Eagle was fleeing into the distance, it was not as easy as it looked. Dozens of colorful tails appeared in the direction he was running. Those tails seemed to be flipping under the tide. Sometimes, they were like a thousand layers of huge waves that slapped high, hanging above everyone's heads. Sometimes, they would wantonly sweep through the flower maze, causing the poisonous flowers to surge like waves!
The Eagle Arhat could be said to be rising and falling. It was not easy to jump high into the air, but it would be directly slapped back down. On the ground, those harmless looking little snakes swarmed over, doing everything they could to bite off a piece or two of the Eagle Arhat's flesh.
The Eagle Arhat's Claw Technique was impressive, and he had a layer of Combat Aura on his body. However, in the Gate of Death, his magic seemed to be infinitely suppressed. No matter how strong he was, he would be inexplicably drowned in the sea of branches and snakes.
…
The branches crisscrossed, like the streets of an ancient and complicated town. The deeper they went, the fewer shadows of the city there were. Instead, it was like stepping into an ancient flower forest. There were few people there, but it naturally formed a small world.
There were more and more snakes, and some of them could no longer be called snakes. Their colorful bodies were covered with clear scales, and there were horns on their foreheads. Some of them even had strong front claws and hind legs.
It was a city in the Divine Capital, but it seemed to have been there for a long time, surpassing the time and space of the Divine Capital.
Saint Master Hua Chong and the red-eyed Arhat stepped in front of an ancient tree with branches and vines entwined together.
This ancient tree didn't have a trunk or leaves. It was completely made up of branches and tendrils. These branches spread out like shooting stars towards the entire flower maze. It was as if the entire flower maze originated from this place.
Under the branches of the tree, a graceful figure sat alone. Her hands were placed in front of her, and in front of her was a guqin woven from flowers, trees, and vines.
She was wearing a raincoat that could not be any more plain. She just sat there with her head slightly lowered, as if she was carefully listening to her own playing.
"Your tricks can't escape my eyes!" The Red-eyed Arhat said with disdain and indifference.
The world that the Red-Eyed Arhat saw wasn't colorful. He could only see black, white, and red, so these illusions didn't have much effect on him. Moreover, the red he could see was the lifeline of life. Simply put, it was blood.
No matter how complicated this flower maze was, it still needed the nourishment of life. Their strange combination, strange changes, and strange devouring all needed something to control them … Just like the blood vessels and blood in a human body, it couldn't be separated from the heart no matter how hard it tried.
This was the heart of the flower maze, and the one controlling it all was the woman in the raincoat under the tree.
"Raise your head and let me see what a disobedient heretic like you looks like!" Saint Master Hua Chong said.
The woman in the raincoat didn't seem to hear him. She continued playing, but her playing didn't make any sound.
Saint Master Hua Chong frowned. He glanced at the Red-eyed Arhat beside him and said coldly, "Take her down!"
The Red-eyed Arhat took a step forward. He wanted to see what the woman was going to do, but she still didn't move. Even when the Red-eyed Arhat was close enough to attack, she still didn't react.
The woman's pride and arrogance infuriated the Red-eyed Arhat.
He continued to move forward until he was almost right in front of the woman. He stretched out a hand, and a huge amount of golden energy wrapped around his palm. When the red-eyed arhat chopped towards the woman like a knife, the golden radiance was like the rising sun on the horizon!
"Whoosh!"
The golden palm slashed at the woman's head. The woman's head fell to the ground.
It was a very ordinary body, like an ordinary woman. There was nothing special about it. The Red-eyed Arhat couldn't believe it when he saw the woman's head falling to the ground.
After being stunned for a moment, the red-eyed arhat saw the woman's body and clothes inexplicably turn into a strange colorful mist, dissolving into the surrounding air ….
It wasn't a puppet, nor was it a shadow puppet. The woman was like a thin painting that slowly disappeared. She also fell into the water like a painting and turned into a dazzling shadow.
"A painting?" Saint Master Hua Chong blurted out in astonishment.
"Yes … the woman is a fake."
"That's not right." Holy Head Hua Chong slowly turned his head to look at his surroundings. He felt like he had been played for a fool. "This city is fake too!!" he said in exasperation.
… …
A ray of morning light shone down, sparkling and translucent water droplets hung on the tips of the delicate flower branches. The clean and translucent water droplets reflected the brilliant colors of life in this flower maze, reflecting the thousands of flowers and branches …
However, all of this was slowly dispersing with the arrival of the morning light.
It was like the sunlight on the windowsill dispersing the sweet dreams of the morning.
All of the flowers melted into ink, all of the flowers scattered into ink dots, all of the eaves, walls, alleys, and streets turned into outlines and lines …
It was a painting.
It was so exquisite that even a dewdrop in the night sky could reflect the colorful painting around it.
The painting hid the eight trigrams and mystical arts. The tiny snakes were drawn so lifelike that they had terrifying offensive capabilities.
The original appearance of the Flower Formation Maze gradually faded away under the influence of the sunlight, revealing mottled walls, broken tiles, dilapidated walls, and streets overgrown with weeds …
It was a dilapidated ancient city that no one cared about. It was located in the northernmost suburbs of the Divine Capital. No one lived here at all. There were only those tiny colorful snakes …
… …
Everyone seemed to have woken up from a dream. Their eyes were filled with shock and horror.
They were in the painting??
So many ascetic monks, deities, and God's Children didn't notice it at all!
… …
Not far away, in the bamboo forest of the mountain, there was a pavilion where one could see the entire City of Flowers. A woman with an aura like an orchid stood quietly in the pavilion. The eaves and pillars of the pavilion before her were like a square picture frame that captured the scenery of the area. It was like a painting hanging in front of her. It was already impossible to tell if she was copying the real and detailed scenery from the painting, or adding an incredible stroke to the real thing!
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