Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

"Shen Yi Jing Northwest Desolation" says: "There is a beast in the northwest, which looks like a tiger. It has wings and can fly. It suppresses cannibals and knows people's words. It is called Qiongqi.

For a moment, Qinghan's eyes shook a little.

It is true that she has the blood of the Chongming Bird, but compared to Qiongqi, she is like cloud and mud.

Lu Chen looked at the seemingly endless corridor with solemn eyes.

This should be the most depressing moment since he inherited the Taoist celestial master.

If a living ancient beast wakes up in Yushui City and riots a little, it will be an extremely devastating blow to the entire city.

Lu Chen let out a long breath and slowly raised his head. The seal of the Celestial Master in his mind and Danfeng's eyes flashed with divine light at the same time, and they moved towards the end of the corridor.

Walking forward slowly, every step of the worn-out road shoes reveals an indescribable firmness.

The woman in red looked at the back of the departing man Qinghan, her eyes swaying slightly.

……

Underground palace.

Meng An stood beside the round pool, a wave of spiritual power completely surrounded his body, blocking the incoming heat wave.

Looking at the paper figurines carrying the palanquin across the blue and purple dark fire, which is very close to the giant egg, the young man had a big smile on his face.

Lying in the bruises and dark fire did a lot of damage to the paper figurine who carried the coffin. At this moment, the feet cut out of white paper under the paper figurine have traces of being burned by charcoal fire, and the smile on the face is not as vivid as before.

The paper figurine made from the soul of the third child was even more so, with an indescribable pain on his face, as if every step he took was extremely tormented.

"You can find it anywhere."

Meng An looked at the white paper sedan chair parked around the giant egg, with a sinister smile on his lips: "Puri, Puli, I really should burn a few more pieces of paper for you."

Hatred flashed in the young man's eyes. If it weren't for the sudden change, he would be the one who died today.

This blue and purple dark fire is extremely ferocious, and any living thing contaminated by the dark fire will be slightly ashes within a breath.

Even if he jumped into the air, he would be swallowed instantly.

If it hadn't been for Pu Li's thought of using the fate of the gossip paper man to resist the dark fire, the giant egg on the high platform would have been impossible to get back.

After this trip, the eight paper figurines would almost all be reduced to ashes.

Similarly, the eight people behind the paper figurine will die at the same time, not even their souls are left.

If the paper figurine nourished by his own blood hadn't been snatched by that stinky Taoist priest Lu Chen in the secret place in the western suburbs, he might be the one who died now.

"Lu Chen, I still have to thank you, young master."

Meng An smiled coldly, looked up at the roof of the underground palace, gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "When I present the gift to the ghost king, I will come to thank you personally."

The white paper sedan chair was parked under the round platform, and two paper figurines holding a suona were blowing with all their might.

Amid the sound of the suona, the giant egg on the high platform kept shaking, and the flickering light was also somewhat chaotic.

Two paper figurines holding flags intertwined and inserted around the giant egg, and the paper figurines stepped on strange steps.

Meng An stretched out his hand and scratched his palm, using his palm as a pen, he drew a huge pattern on the ground.

The young man's face paled instantly, and the blood in his palm poured into the pattern like water was pumped.

In a moment, the blood picture was drawn.

The young man fell to his knees with a plop, clasped his fists in his hands and kowtowed three times to the high platform, and said loudly, "Please get on the sedan chair, baby!"

The flag with the giant egg inserted suddenly exerted force, and the giant egg that was motionless on the high platform shook a little more, but even though the flag in the paper figurine's hand was bent due to excessive force, it still couldn't move a little.

There were a lot of charcoal marks on the eight paper figurines at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

There were three more bangs, and Meng An's forehead was already stained with blood.

The young man forcibly stopped his trembling arms, and repeated in a low voice: "Please get on the sedan chair, baby!"

After the words fell, the giant egg on the high platform trembled violently, and the giant egg that was originally motionless was slightly tilted.

The two hanging flags found the right time, quickly protruded out, clamped the gap firmly, and pried it up vigorously, but it still had little effect.

Meng An resisted the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss in his body, gritted his teeth, and said angrily, "Please get on the sedan chair, baby!"

As the man's trembling voice fell, the giant egg on the stage slowly fell forward.

The two paper figurines under the stage seized the right moment, and instantly exerted force with the flags in their hands, lifting the giant egg high from the high platform.

The paper man carrying the sedan chair was startled suddenly, and the white paper sedan chair firmly caught the falling giant egg.

Amidst the sound of suona, the paper man carrying the sedan chair returned step by step according to the original route.

At this time, the burn marks had spread to the waist and abdomen of the paper figurine, and the walking was no longer as gentle as before.

But Meng An didn't care about this, as long as he could take back the gift to please the ghost king, let alone eight people, even 80 people would be worth it.

"call……"

The young man slumped on the ground as if exhausted, panting heavily.

Looking intently at the approaching giant egg, a strange excitement lingered on his pale face.

Twenty steps.

Fifteen steps.

Ten steps!

Seeing the giant egg on the white paper sedan chair getting closer and closer, Meng An stood up in a jerk, looking at the giant egg that was approaching, his pupils dilated subconsciously.

To a young man, an egg on a sedan chair is not an egg.

But his tomorrow.

Let a huge city bow its head and surrender tomorrow!

It is the tomb of Lu Chen, Kong Linger, Chen Qilin, all those who have hindered him.

Five steps, four steps, three steps!

The dark green giant egg was only a short distance away from Meng An, and it seemed that he could catch it with a little stretch of his hand.