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Li Youbandi was even more unbearable, even if he was a ghost, it was difficult to maintain peace.
Only Ling'er, her trust in Xu Qing has reached a blind level, she believes that all difficulties, as long as Brother Xu Qing, then they can be resolved.
But the situation has reached a critical level.
As the Red Moon Palace Emperor raised his head in mid-air, he looked coldly at the isolated island in the sea of blood, raised his right hand and pressed forward, and the Red Mother Fan that had descended immediately disappeared, appearing above the Bitter Life Mountains.
Its skin slowly stretched, getting bigger and bigger, and finally turned back into a canopy cloth containing mountains, stars, and the wails of all living beings, enveloping all the areas of the Bitter Life Mountains, gradually wrapping.
"Please enjoy it, my lord!"
The emperor's voice was full of piety and echoed in all directions.
All the Red Moon Monks on the Blood Sea also spoke loudly at this moment, saying the same words.
Then, all the cultivators of the Red Moon lowered their heads and continued to chant. The gods enjoy it, and do not look directly at it.
Outside their eyes, the skin transformed by the mortal shed exuded the evil intention of poverty, and even more intense hunger, completely surrounding the Kusheng Mountains, wriggling and shrinking, wanting to swallow everything in this mountain range.
There was a strong struggle in the gray storm, and the monks of the Bitter Life Mountains, under this despair at this moment, were also crazy, the Fourth Hall Master roared low, his cultivation exploded, and he took all his subordinates, treating death as home, and shooting together, even if this was a mantis arm as a car, but the spirit of the anti-moon was to resist.
The muffled voice suddenly echoed.
The sea of blood fluctuated, rolling up big waves, and the chanting of the cultivation of the red moon on the sea also became passionate at this moment.
Only the Red Moon Palace Emperor, he raised his head slightly, staring at the huge meat bun formed after the skin transformed by the Red Mother Mortal Shedding enveloped the Kusheng Mountains.
"All resistance here has no meaning, food is always just food."
The emperor spoke calmly, turned his head to look at the red moon and stars in the sky, his expression was more pious than that of heaven.
At the same time, within the skin of this mortal shedding, the monks of the Bitter Life Mountains, their sky was shrouded, and they were surrounded in all directions, only the blood rain flowed from the red mother mortal shed, sprinkling on this place, accumulating more and more.
Heterogeneity broke out at this moment, wailing broke out one after another, the mountain peaks began to collapse, and the earthen cities were collapsing everywhere.
Dan Jiu's statue also began to collapse, and his followers were also bitter and dazed at the moment, and the heroic woman was no longer as heroic as before, and became silent.
And the area around the entire mountain range is getting smaller and smaller under the creeping of the human skin, and the edges are disappearing in large areas, and people have to move away quickly.
Those that disappeared were all devoured and became part of the human skin.
It is conceivable that the mountains and sentient beings revealed before on it, including the sun, moon, and stars, were all imprinted in this way.
It's just that the speed of disappearance is not that fast, the storm from the hair of the moon flame god, although most of it has been suppressed, it is still breaking out now.
But after all, it's just a delay, if there is no miracle, then soon after, the storm will still dissipate, when this human skin completely devours everything, the Bitter Life Mountains will disappear and appear on the human skin, becoming one of the totems.
And when this cultivator of the Bitter Life Mountains was facing catastrophe and constantly resisting, the highest hall in the mid-air of the Reverse Moon Hall heard an even more violent roar.
The shock of the gate was much stronger than before, and the roaring sound was like thunder exploding, causing a sonake in all directions.
This is especially true in the main hall.
With the joint efforts of Xu Qing and the captain, enough blood of the Son of God was burning, and the totem of the gate became darker and darker, leaving less than 10%.
It's just that this last 10% belongs to the core source and is extremely stubborn, even if the blood of the Son of God burns, it will quickly dilute and darken it.
The captain was not convinced, and the little totem he transformed rushed over and bit hard.
The sound of Kacha echoed, the captain retreated, and the last core was unmoved.
Seeing this, the captain sighed.
"This bullshit is too hard to gnaw, little Aqing, we may need some time."
Xu Qing looked tired, although he was outside the gate, he could constantly control the burning of the blood of the Son of God, making it easier for the senior brother to gnaw there, this process was not small for the mind.
"It's too late."
Xu Qing said in a low voice, although he did not return to the pharmacy, but through the connection with Ling'er, he was very clear about what was happening in the outside world.
"The Red Moon Temple has arrived, and the Red Mother has come to transform into a mortal body, and everything is more than a crisis." Xu Qing looked at the captain.
The captain was shocked when he heard this.
"Shedding? This is the biggest foundation of the Red Moon Temple, they are in a hurry, why are they using it so quickly!"
"No matter what, it's already coming." Xu Qing spoke slowly, his eyes showing decisiveness.
"Senior brother, I am ready to unleash my purple moon power to swallow this last totem, you can help me."
The captain's eyes were sharp, knowing that the situation was serious.
"If you devour it, you will bear it with your own law."
"If you become the lord of the anti-moon, you can use the Reverse Moon Hall to suppress me at all times." Xu Qing took a deep breath, this was the only way to speed up at this moment.
The captain was silent, and after a long time, he nodded intently.
"It's okay, let's fight!"
Xu Qing didn't hesitate at all, pinched his hands, and pressed the door of the main hall in front of him, the power of the purple moon in his body exploded, and drops of blood gushed out from Xu Qing's body in an instant.
Soon a lake of blood formed around him, and as it churned, an illusory divine hidden treasure could be seen undulating, exuding a strong aura of blood authority.
At the next moment, this lake of blood roared and rolled up, heading straight for the gate, and the captain went all out at this moment, his own small totem rotated rapidly, forming a vortex to receive Xu Qing's blood.
In the blink of an eye, with the touch, Xu Qing's blood lake rushed into this gate along the whirlpool, sweeping in all directions, and rushing towards the last totem core of the Red Mother.
The core of the totem, in Xu Qing's perception, was a blood-colored mark.
This mark shone with bloody light and exuded divine power, and all those who were inferior in character were close to the slightest.
But Xu Qing's authority here comes from the red moon, which is of the same origin as the Red Mother, and at this moment, it is approaching, and he hits it hard.
With a bang, the door shook violently, and the captain also rushed over at this moment, opened his mouth, and bit with all his might.
The sound was louder, the roar echoed throughout the Reverse Moon Hall, the blood lake transformed by Xu Qing collapsed and rolled upside down, and the captain also wailed, but soon, the blood lake converged again and hit it again.
The captain was also crazy, the totem shone blue, and he was ruthless, and he rushed again as well.
There was also a burning mark of the blood of the Son of God, constantly corroding, with Xu Qing and the captain's all-out efforts, just like this time passed, several hours passed, after many collisions, the mark finally endured and cracked.
Xu Qing was exhausted, and the captain's wailing was also weak.
But seeing the crack appear, they rushed out again in an instant, and in the unprecedented burst of roaring sound, the mark finally collapsed and fell apart.
And at the moment of cracking, a golden light burst out inside, and the source of the golden light was actually an illusory shadow.
The figure was vaguely visible as a woman, wearing a tattered robe, covering her eyes with her hands, blood flowing from inside, and golden light radiating from all over her body, which looked more sacred.
It's the Red Mother!
The murmuring, the sense of distortion, and the heterogeneous Mohu erupted strongly at this moment, turning into divine power, enveloping Xu Qing and the captain.
Xu Qing's blood lake boiled instantly and dissipated visibly with the naked eye, and the captain was the same, the fast mold lake seemed to be erased.
But its madness also completely broke out at this moment.
"Little Aqing, let's swallow it, let's practice first!" The blood lake converged in the dissolution and turned into Xu Qing's figure, he stared at the phantom of the Red Mother, a strong desire, the law suppressed the rise in his mind, and became an instinct.
There is even more extreme hunger, which also broke out at this moment.
At this moment, humanity is dissipating, divinity is spreading, and Xu Qing's balance is about to be broken.
And he did not stop it, allowing the divinity to rise, replacing consciousness, and a cold sound came out.
"The power of the red moon is the only two masters!"
In the midst of his words, Xu Qing's whole body was covered with blood, covering the gate of the palace, and towards the phantom of the Red Mother, with greed, hunger, and calmness, he suddenly swallowed it.
The captain laughed, his eyes were mad, he opened his mouth wide, and devoured it as well! Before the Red Mother became a god, she was severed by the lord of this great domain with the God Cutting Platform, and the head turned into flying ashes that day and merged into the void
, Only such a corpse was left, after sinking into the long river of time, the Red Mother did not know how to achieve the gods, returned again, suppressed the heavens and the earth, and even launched the divine method, fishing out the mortal shedding from the years, and placing it here, becoming the foundation of the Red Moon Temple.
This thing is extraordinary, originally only the Son of God can use it.
But now it appeared here, and was lured by the palace emperor, which contained deep meaning.
His appearance shook the desert, and as it fell, the desert sank hundreds of feet..... The ground roared, deeply sunken, the sky changed color, and cracked.
The rain of poor blood fell and filled the depression, and soon formed a blood-colored lake and sea.
The waves on the sea rolled, and the sound spread in all directions.
As far as the eye could see, the desert was completely gone, only the sea of blood was churning and the momentum was brilliant.
This scene changed the world and changed the desert to the sea, shocking everyone, and the Kusheng Mountains had become an isolated island on the sea.
The gray wind was also constantly disintegrating, and could only barely shroud the Kusheng Mountains, but anyone could foresee that this gray wind would collapse at any time.
Outside the wind, above the sea of blood, were all the cultivators of the red moon, they were densely packed, their expressions were fanatical, they were singing, on the sky, the palace emperor worshipped, and the mortal transformation on the other side burst out with the power to suppress everything.
The scope of influence is so large that it affects the entire moon worship domain.
At this moment, all living beings trembled, everything shook, and the entire area of the Great Domain roared.
This momentum is only possessed by the gods.
And in the Kusheng Mountains, whether it was the four hall masters, his subordinates, or local monks, they were not shocked at the moment, showing despair.
The law resists and cannot be stopped.
The people in the pharmacy were the same, Ning Yan's body trembled there, looking at the sea of blood in the outside world, looking at the mortal shedding in the sky, his mind was blank.
Wu Jianwu stopped reciting poetry, he was now in a panic, and his heart was in turmoil.