The Prison Ghost space was expanding.

Pieces of shattered spatial impurities were peeled off, floating like shards of glass, and then drawn towards the cyan seal at the center of the space.

Three spaces overlapped, twisted, and merged. At the same time, the golden palace space around Su He disappeared. Probably due to the changes in the Prison Ghost space, the two spaces no longer intersected.

After an unknown amount of time, the space fusion gradually completed. The surrounding barriers were no longer the gray stone walls made of underworld stones, but rather like reddish jade.

The elders did not get up. Among them, two figures suddenly appeared. One had fiery red hair, as if the whole person was about to burn, and the other had a decadent aura, and one glance was enough to tell that this person was ruined.

It was Huorong and Mutong.

One formation after another was cast, and various materials were refined into their bodies from time to time. The two gradually petrified and grew inch by inch. Three meters, six meters... thirty-three meters, suddenly they stood tall, like two giant terracotta warriors.

The more they looked, the more familiar they became.

They were almost identical to the towering stone statues in the golden palace space, except for their different appearances.@@novelbin@@

One of the stone statues held up the sky with both hands, and the other knelt on the ground. The entire space was connected to them. The stone statues struggled to move, Feng Yiju waved his hand, and forty-nine formation flags were inserted in all directions.

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