The vines of the wild grapes were still pulling outward, the river that had completely turned into a pool of blood under their feet was still boiling, and countless skeletons were stretching out their long claws and waving towards Lan Yutang, as if they were still calling for Lan Yutang to join them as soon as possible.

Lan Yutang struggled for a moment, and gasped: Who are you?

The voice said: "Immortal Phoenix, stupid human being, to dare to claim to have an immortal body, this is simply a blasphemy against the gods, and I am the god here."

I have opened up this paradise-like land of bliss in order to gather the souls of those who have been deceived and deceived by your immortal jade flute.

Look at the boiling river beneath your feet, and look at the poor people who struggle in the river, destroying souls who can't reach Elysium.

Their souls have been deceived and reduced to pieces by your phoenix night, and they will have to struggle here forever until they drown your own soul before they can be reborn.

And I, the God who completely destroyed your soul and gave them a chance to be born again, I created this river of soul nourishment to give them spiritual sustenance, and I created the resurrection that the body gave them.

Look, listen, they've smelled the enemy and they're starting to roar, they're going to pull you into this river of souls and struggle together in the eternally dark and cold underworld.

O souls who have been deceived and slaughtered, welcome your new friend with unruly hands, and when he joins you, your souls will be liberated forever.

At this point, the wind began to roar, the forest began to roar, the river boiled even more, and the otherwise peaceful meadow carried a strong fishy smell.

The blood-boiling river crashed against the riverbank, and the waves rolled up the sails, like an unruly soul rage, jumping onto the riverbank and merging with the dirt on the bank.

And every wave and every drop of water will immediately merge with the soil on the bank after jumping onto the riverbank, and a fully armed armored soldier will emerge from the dirt.

At this time, the skeleton souls that were struggling in the blood-boiling river slowly wriggled, steaming in the scarlet water vapor, forming one shadow after another in mid-air, like souls that had shed their bodies.

The souls spread their arms and slowly flew into the air, to the shore, merging with the flesh that had just emerged from the dirt on the shore.

The body made of clay was originally dead because there was no soul, and the soul in the river was also dead because there was no body.

Now, when the soulless body and the bodyless soul merge into one, they become a living person, but because their bodies and souls are manipulated behind by some invisible force, they become puppets one by one.

In just an instant, thousands of puppet warriors were already standing on the meadows on the banks of the river.

All the puppet warriors were covered in leather, holding sharp blades in their hands, and stared coldly at Lan Yutang, who was tied in mid-air as a human sacrifice, as if they were holding some kind of cruel sacrifice.

The voice of the god in the air, who claimed to be the one who created this paradise, sounded again, and his voice was filled with some kind of angry curse, and said:

Now, I have given you true bodies, you of the undead in the river of souls, and you will no longer have to suffer from the coldness of hell and eternal darkness.

This man standing before you at this moment is the one who crushed your flesh and cast your souls into the eternal abyss.

Now, turn the groans of your souls into endless roars and curses, tear his body and soul to shreds, and sacrifice his blood to your wounded souls.

Pray in the air filled with sunshine and the scent of flowers, and use the soul of this phoenix to dispel the clouds of gloom that lurk in the black mire, and then you will be liberated forever.

The puppet warrior heard the spell, as if a puppet performing on a stage had been pulled by the thread tied behind him.

They seemed to want to jump into the air to tear Lan Yutang's almost separated body, but because Lan Yutang's position was too high, before they could catch his body, they fell into the boiling water of the River of Soul Cultivation and turned into a soulless soul again.

Seeing this, the remaining puppet warriors stopped jumping into the air and turned in the direction of the castle, their hands raised high, as if in worship of the eternal golden light.

Then, I saw that the golden light gathered again into a golden beam, and the beams overlapped, turning into spears one after another and falling into the hands of the puppet warriors.

The puppet warrior raised the spear of light in his right hand and threw it at Lan Yutang one after another.

These beam spears pierced Lan Yutang's body, still leaving no traces of wounds, but they brought more pain than the arrows after the light.

If the pain caused by the beam arrow is like Fan Chengda's idyll, which is an understatement, then the pain caused by the beam spear is Su Shi's bold words, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

Lan Yutang couldn't help but scream.

Then, the voice that claimed to be born sounded again, and the voice was full of disdain for life and a penchant for blood and pain, and said coldly:

Immortal Phoenix, stupid human, I think you should give up your useless struggle, and let me send you to the eternal kingdom of darkness quietly, and then you will no longer have pain, and you will not wander again.

O foolish lamb, ignorant man, open your cloudy eyes and look into the darkness beyond, for the gates of the Yellow Springs are open for you.

Don't struggle, don't flinch, don't hesitate, bravely take the key to open the gates of hell from the dark bird of hell.

Calling the immortal phoenix in vain, although I appreciate your fiery tenacity, but it's useless, the immortal phoenix will die after all, I just surpassed you a long time ago.

As he spoke, countless more beam spears were thrown, and the vines of the wild grapes wrapped around his limbs pulled with greater force in the direction that kept going.

Lan Yutang endured the severe pain, and said loudly in the direction where the voice came from: Who are you, show up quickly, only those ghosts and ghosts, insects, ants, birds and beasts who can't see the light will hide like this.

The voice sneered and said loudly: "I told you a long time ago that I am the master of this paradise, and I am the god who created all this life.

Your words have constituted a blasphemy against the gods, and you will be punished like never before, so let the dawn of all living things cleanse your vile heart.

Puppets who have been reborn, vines that symbolize new life, rays of life and all creatures in this paradise, use your hands to sweep away the disloyal servants of your founder.

Speaking of this, the peach source was in chaos, and the weapons of the puppet warriors were intertwined and collided with each other, and they were thrown towards Lan Yutang overwhelmingly, and the vines of the wild grapes were pulled harder.