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The source of the wind came from Xu Qing, who was sitting cross-legged in the distance, motionless.
At this moment, the altar land was surging, lightning was shocking, and everyone looked suspicious.
Even the whirlpools in the sky roared more and more.
At that moment, they felt a wisp of faint fluctuations rising with the wind, which seemed to emanate from Xu Qing, and then the world shook a little.
The earthquake trembled, and the mountains in the sky that sloped like blades also shook, and a large amount of gravel fell, smashing into the canyon, and the aftersound did not dissipate.
"What's the situation!"
Ning Yan took a breath, his expression shocked.
The captain's eyes were also wide open, looking at Xu Qing in the distance with his knees crossed and his eyes closed, his heart was churning.
The prince turned his head to look at Xu Qing in a daze, and his expression changed.
"This is ......."
Princess Mingmei and the others also looked over instantly, each with a strange look in their eyes.
Lao Ba was shocked and muttered.
"Did you really feel it?"
In the midst of everyone's different degrees of shock, a peerless killing intent was slowly forming here!
It is only in its infancy, and it will take time before it can come completely.
But just like this, it has made everyone's hearts turbulent, especially the prince, he looked at Xu Qing sitting cross-legged in the distance, he should obviously be happy in this fluctuation, after all, Xu Qing has achieved something under his guidance.
But he still inevitably felt a sense of powerlessness.
At this moment, he thought of Xu Qing's master again, so he instinctively looked at Princess Mingmei.
Princess Mingmei's gaze, also at this moment, looked at him, and the two looked at each other, each silent.
.….…
Wind, I don't know if there is age.
If not, how can it record the traces of the existence of all things over the years.
If so, how to distinguish them?
There are too few people who can answer this question.
Perhaps the age of the wind is determined by the stories it witnesses, so there is ancient and modern.
At this moment, in the Great Domain of Moon Sacrifice, while the wind was blowing all living beings and fluctuating the hearts of all things, the Red Moon Temple was also out.
The scene of the plot of the first act is an extremely serious blasphemy for the Red Moon Temple!
They want to find the source and contain all this.
So a large number of temple monks roared in all directions.
But obviously it was impossible to find the altar hidden in the green sand in a short time.
And the ancient wind blew through the altar at this time, setting off everyone's minds and turning into bigger waves.
It's just that the second act has officially started, everything can't be stopped, even if Ning Yan and the others are trembling, they can only bite the bullet and act.
As a result, the shaking of heaven and earth set off by the ancient wind also became the background of the picture, and through the lens of the heavenly eye, it was reflected in the minds of the beings in the Moon Sacrifice Domain.
This big drama continues to begin.
The stories seen by all living beings unconsciously have traces of vicissitudes of life, the will to kill, and the degree of truth is a little more.
In the picture, the first thing that appears is an altar.
This altar was extremely huge, and while it was vast and majestic, it was filled with countless rune marks, and any flash of it was shattered by the stars of the moon.
It's terrifying.
And in the center of this altar, the Red Mother, who had been shattered and sealed with the help of countless stars, was forcibly held down by a golden armored man and knelt there.
She wanted to struggle, but it didn't help.
The big man in golden armor, wearing a mask, could not see his expression, but he stood there, his body straight, full of killing intent, holding the head of the red mother with one hand and dragging a long knife in the other.
This knife was cold all over its body, emitting terrifying fluctuations, transforming into a thousand-foot phantom in mid-air, which was shocking.
This is the priest in charge of killing.
Outside the altar, the lord played by Ning Yan was looking at the sky, and countless figures could be vaguely seen around, and he was respected.
They were waiting for the ancient emperor's will to arrive.
The picture was solemn, and the meaning of killing was extremely strong, clearly reflected in the minds of all living beings, making everyone in the Moon Sacrifice Domain tremble in their hearts at this moment.
Because the killing intent in this picture is so amazing that it can be strongly perceived by all living beings through the picture itself.
Even if most of them hesitated in their hearts, at this moment, the truth of this killing intent made those hesitant powerhouses of all races more and more shaken.
The higher the cultivation level, the more this is the case, and the perception of killing intent has different levels of induction with the sensitivity of the senses.
"This kind of transmission of killing intent: …」
"If you feel it a little, you will be shocked!"
"Could it be..... Is this picture really real?"
The hearts of all beings in the outside world were shaken, especially the cultivation of the Red Moon Temple, who was even more shocked at this moment, and searched more and more for the place where all these traces were located.
It's just that these people don't know that the actors in the picture are also shaken.
Ning Yan tried to restrain his apprehension and did not look at Xu Qing's location, but he could strongly feel the increasingly amazing killing intent around him, which made him tremble and at the same time, a sense of life and death crisis was also erupting.
The captain was also suspicious, and the trembling of the red mother played by Youjing was not all false.
Really, the wind here is even stronger.
The killing intent became more and more intense, and even affected the laws here, with snowflakes appearing, floating between heaven and earth.
The prince and Princess Mingmei, their expressions also became solemn, they no longer cared about this interpretation, and their eyes fell on Xu Qing at this moment.
Xu Qing is still realizing.
With the help of his own morning glow, he has been searching for and simulating, tracing the fleeting ripples in the ink painting.
Until just now, he finally found traces in the hazy depths of the ink of the sea of consciousness.
The morning glow blends into it.
With the simulation, with the perception, his mind slowly set off an earth-shattering roar until he heard a murmur that was once unclear in his ears.
That ripple is the source of the murmur and the source of the wind.
Now, it's clearer!
"Kill!"
"Kill!!"
"Kill !!"
Countless voices gathered together, roaring out this word, and at this moment, Xu Qing's mind suddenly exploded.
His mind was turbulent, and he knew the ink in the sea, setting off violent waves.
Earth-shattering.
The ancient wind rose even more, using Xu Qing's body as its mouth, released outward, roaring on this broken altar, following the heavenly glasses, violently rising in the minds of all beings.
It caused the hearts of all beings to be shocked, most of the strong people of all races in the outside world chuckled in their hearts, and some stood up in fear directly from their cross-legged knees, their cold hair towering.
In their feelings, the murderous intent in their minds at this moment seemed to turn into an ancient fierce statue and exploded in front of their eyes.
It's incredibly real.
Especially the monks of the Reverse Moon Hall were like this, and the mysterious deputy hall masters among them changed their expressions one after another in their respective hiding places.
Their expressions were solemn, and they were already suspicious when they sensed that the formation of this picture was with the help of the Reverse Moon Hall.
Although most of them hesitated when the first scene appeared, they attached great importance to it in their hearts.
But now, the killing intent in the second act of the picture was strongly shaken for them.
"Is this true?!"
Even inside the Red Moon Temple, a terrifying aura erupted at this moment.
After the Son of God retreated, the emperor in charge of everything stepped out from the inside, his expression was extremely serious, even he felt frightened.
He originally thought that all this was done by the prince and the others, but now..... He wasn't sure.
At the same time, Ning Yan and the others also had violent churning in their hearts, and according to the script, Wu Jianwu, who was going to appear at this moment,
They all paused, and their bodies stiffened.
But thinking that countless viewers were watching him, Wu Jianwu forcibly calmed down, wearing an imperial robe and a crown, his figure in the sky of the picture, slowly reappearing, looking down at the earth, and looking at the master played by Ning Yan, looking at each other.
At this moment, he didn't need to show any momentum, all the changes caused by the earth shaking, the roaring of the sky, and the churning of murderous intent were naturally rendered.
Before this, the rendering work was carried out by the prince and the others, but now they don't pay attention to this scene at all, and they all look at Xu Qing.
"Why hasn't he woken up yet?" The prince hesitated in his heart, but due to his understanding of Xu Qing, he didn't say this sentence, he believed that the eighth child would say it.
"This kid, why hasn't he woken up yet? He has succeeded in his senses." Lao Ba indeed opened his big eyes and murmured at this moment, as the prince expected.
"He is still realizing that killing thoughts are not his limit."
After hearing the words of the eighth child, the prince spoke calmly.
Princess Mingmei nodded slightly.
Lao Ba sneered and looked at them.
"Why do you look like you knew you would do this for a long time, but what you said before is not like this, it's too fake, think I'm stupid?"
Princess Mingmei was expressionless, raised her hand and waved her hand, and suddenly Lao Ba's body slammed, and was directly bombarded into the distance by a strong force.
"The eighth child may not have been beaten, but he was broken before he was beaten."
The prince agreed, and the fifth sister also agreed, her eyes swept over Xu Qing at this moment, and she spoke in a low voice.
"I'm looking forward to seeing how much he can realize after realizing the killing thoughts of the God Cutting Platform: …」
At the same time, in Xu Qing's consciousness, under this fierce turmoil, the murderous intent within it spread throughout Xu Qing's whole body.
Xu Qing was shocked, and bursts of severe pain appeared in his body.
But at this moment, he had no idea of opening his eyes, and the thought of exploring the source of the severe pain never occurred in his mind, he was still sitting there cross-legged, immersed in his mind.
He is waiting for the ink painting in the sea of consciousness to take shape!
This is his purpose.
The wave of killing thoughts was captured by him and then released, so the picture ...... would no longer be shattered.
At this moment, ink and color blended, and gradually a scene slowly outlined from within......
The sky in the picture is divided into two, the white part becomes cyan, and the black part becomes red.
On the blue sky, a supreme giant standing tall in the sky, wearing a royal robe, stood tall, auspicious clouds covered his appearance, but it could not block the kind of domineering that could suppress the eternal domineering emanating from him.
Like what the eye sees, time is reversed, and when the breath touches, everything returns to the ruins.
On the red sky, there was also a vast figure looming inside, it was a woman wearing a red dress, with an ordinary appearance, deep eyes, containing a starry sky, in which you could see the birth of galaxies and the darkness of the star field.
And under her dress, there were no legs, there were countless tentacles, spreading on the red sky, and inside each tentacle, there was a star rolling up.
The fluctuations of divinity arose heavily on his body.
"Li Zihua, I didn't expect it to be you...... Come and stop me from becoming a god."
"The old man is sick." Inside the blue canopy, the tall figure spoke hoarsely.
The woman was silent, and after a while, she muttered softly.
"Do you remember my song?"
Along with the murmuring, there was a song that echoed through the heavens and the earth.
"There is a person who flies freely, chasing to ride the wind and waves all the way.
Run to the Red Moon Ocean and travel all over the glorious frontier.
All living beings are reincarnated and imagined, and all things are flesh and blood as food.
The sun burns the eyes and cannot bury the ideals.
I looked up at the vastness, above the red moon...... I'm flying!"