Li Zihua's voice had a heavy feeling, although it came out softly, but it made the moon palace tremble, and the sound waves set off made the sea of blood around the red mother stand still.
Xu Qing and the others were also relieved and quickly retreated.
They knew very well that the next battle was not something they could participate in, even if it was Yun Shen...... They did not have this qualification.
And at this moment, in the sea of blood, the red mother was expressionless, two blood-colored fires rose in her empty eyes, looking at Li Zihua, as if there was no surprise about his recovery and arrival.
"Xuanyou is gone, time has changed, Li Zihua, there is no point in you waking up." The red mother spoke calmly, her voice did not contain the slightest emotional fluctuations, no joy or sorrow.
This scene is different in the eyes of different people.
The picture in everyone's eyes is a cognitive instinct that changes and transforms into the limit of what can be tolerated.
For example, in the eyes of the prince and others, the red mother they see is a fusion of human form and feathers, more ferocious, more evil, and more terrifying.
And the fire in his eyes was not a flame, it was two wriggling stars.
This is the god, because the level of life is too high, so in the eyes of sentient beings, the gods have countless appearances.
So once the god wants to destroy the world, it is extremely simple, she only needs to reflect her true appearance in the eyes of all living beings, then death will come.
From this point, we can also see the horror of the remnants of the gods, because no matter what cultivation the beings of all races have, they look the same in their eyes.
At this moment, the voice of the Red Mother fell in the ears of Xu Qing and the others, turning into rumbling thunder and rolling in their minds, causing everyone to lose all resistance in an instant.
The prince and the others each developed their own methods to make themselves barely bear it.
Xu Qing did not hesitate at all, and immediately took out a lump of mud and held it in his hand.
This was left to him by the mud fox.
The captain's side also quickly took out a hair, which was a token of the Moon Flame God, although the other party came and left.
But this hair, the captain always keeps it.
Only Li Zihua, he didn't need any resistance, he stood silently in the Moon Palace, looking at the red mother in front of him, and after half a sound, a soft voice came out.
"The mission is still there!"
These four words, for Chi Mu, seem to form some kind of stimulus.
So in the next moment, more blood flowed from the red mother's body, the thorns were tighter, and behind her were the countless flowers blooming on the sea of blood, her expression turned into resentment, and a low roar came out.
"Mission? Is it the mission of the emperor, or the mission of the earth."
"Li Zihua, have you forgotten what happened in Huangtian?"
"We were originally born gods, who sealed our ancestors and caused future generations to lose their divine positions?"
Li Zihua closed his eyes for a long time, and he shook his head.
"I have never forgotten."
The red mother's whole body shone with blood-red light, and when the red light was monstrous, her body took a step towards Li Zihua.
"Who raised the so-called heavenly way in our divine land to suppress us? Who imprisoned us under the ancient land of lookout, built the world of monks on our divine land."
As the voice echoed, the appearance of the red mother changed in Xu Qing's eyes.
Her original beautiful female appearance was shattering at the moment, and her blood-colored feathers were gradually replacing flesh and blood.
And his words continued.
"Li Zihua, I chose to become a god, there is nothing wrong, you were the same as me when you left, but why did you extinguish the divine fire later and betray our bloodline!"
"You come from the brilliant sky, but you have become a thick land!"
"I am from Huangtian, and I still represent Huangtian!"
In Xu Qing's eyes, her body changed suddenly, and the woman's appearance completely disappeared, turning into the terrifying flesh and blood at the beginning.
And at this moment, all the feathers spread out rapidly, revealing the inside of a mass of flesh and flesh feathers, where ...... There was a huge eye hole, no eyeballs, only endless blood flowing out of somewhere.
Faced with the words of the Red Mother and the approach of his figure, Li Zitianhua was silent, and finally a sigh was heard, his right hand was raised and pressed towards the sky.
Under this press, the sky curtain shattered, and countless fragments fell.
And each fragment was changing in the process of falling, and then formed earth-shattering breaths, and then ...... It also transformed into countless illusory shadows.
There were sun, moon, and stars, dragon and phoenix beasts, and various ancient spirits, and even in it, Xu Qing saw the golden crow.
With their appearance, with the explosion of the aura, a fluctuation that belonged to the emperor-level technique suddenly rose on the phantom formed by these fragments.
They are all imperial-level exercises, including all races, and there are no less than tens of thousands.
At this moment, Li Zihua waved his hand and summoned him.
The moment they appeared, these tens of thousands of emperor-level exercises each showed their origins, and in the blink of an eye...... In the phantoms transformed by the emperor-level techniques, as if the seal had been broken, taboos appeared.
Weapons, all kinds of items, including the spear of destruction that Xu Qing felt in the Golden Crow, were all revealed in the sky.
This is the forbidden soldier!
Their appearance broke out with extremely terrifying fluctuations, and then they blasted towards the Red Mother!
He knew that every emperor-level technique was actually a seal, sealing things that the heavens did not allow to appear.
Now, he saw it with his own eyes, and his mind suddenly became turbulent. Such supernatural powers are unbelievable, and even the hidden gods cannot master them.
This is an earth-shattering power that can only be burst out by the master.
And whether it is Chi Mu's shot or the counterattack that dominates Li Zihua, it is far beyond the scope of everyone's cognition.
So in the next moment, Xu Qing and the others each spurted out their own blood, each retreating, and their expressions were all shocked.
The picture in front of them has also changed in different degrees of tolerance.
Reflecting in Xu Qing's double-eyed world, there is no Li Zihua or Chi Mu.
The broken canopy was now replaced by a huge picture made up of two colors, red and white.
These two colors were intertwined and distinct, rotating on the canopy, forming a huge whirlpool.
In the center of this whirlpool, there was an open white eye, which had no child hole and was replaced by a blood-colored heart.
At this moment, the heart was beating, and there was a sound like thunder from the sky.
Around the eyes, there are countless eyelashes, these eyelashes are like tentacles, constantly spreading, swaying, and sometimes touching each other, forming the shadows of the third color.
It was black, like a shadow, its shape was irregular, and the moment it appeared, they would swallow each other.
This is the divine battle in Xu Qing's eyes.
Because this battle is beyond his personality, in his eyes, the battle between Li Zihua and Chimu is like an extremely abstract painting.
The red color in the painting represents the red mother, the white represents Li Zihua, and the third color, Xu Qing does not understand, it seems to be the shadow of Li Zihua and the red mother.
This made Xu Qing think of his own shadow.
"Little Aqing, remember what you saw, this is the peak collision of the two life levels of monks and gods."
The captain was beside Xu Qing, holding Yue Yan's hair tightly, while looking at the sky curtain obsessively, muttering.
"On the one hand, it is the embodiment of cultivating the path of cultivation to the extreme. On the one hand, it is the choice to become a god, which is the source of the catastrophe of the ancient continent."
"The practice of the former is a path to the peak level of life, and the monks who have reached the extreme are given multiple titles, some of whom the universe calls honorable, and some call them immortals.
In the Wanggu Continent, this type of peak cultivation is called the master."
"This is the yearning of a lifetime of cultivating the soil, and it is also a dream desire."
The captain's voice fell in Xu Qing's ears, with some meaning of time and some vicissitudes of life.
"Little junior brother, do you know, in fact, there is an even more ancient legend in the ancient continent......"
"Legend?" Xu Qing's heart moved.
"Legend has it that a long time ago, the Wanggu Continent was not what it is now, there were no monks here, no rules and laws, and naturally there was no heavenly way. And the monk is from the lower realm."
"The peak cultivation of the lower realm, after reaching the realm of immortals, they have traveled in countless universes and worlds, and there is no existence that can pose a threat to the immortals. They control all rules, understand all origins, shuttle through any time and space, change all things, and can also create sentient beings."
When Xu Qing heard this, his heart was shocked.
The captain looked at the canopy and still muttered.
"Whether they are immortals or masters, to a certain extent, they belong to immortality, live the same life as the sky, and their thoughts and desires have also changed.
"And according to different experiences, different cognitions, and different ideals, their respective developments are unequal, some have gone far, far away, and some are still standing still."
"Therefore, in the past, the only ones who could threaten the immortals were themselves."
"Until, as they move forward...... broke the boundary wall and came from the lower world to the upper realm, so the gods, another extreme type of existence at the level of life, appeared in the cognition of immortals."
"At that moment, it changed!"
"They were told that these countless universes and countless worlds actually never belonged to the monks."
"Whether it is the past, present, or future, everything, all definitions, in the final analysis, come from the gods."
"It is the gods who divide the world into upper and lower parts."
"The lower realm is thick earth, and the upper realm is bright and bright."
"The frog at the bottom of the well, at this time, has become the most suitable metaphor for monks."
"So, war...... And so it started."
"It was a battle between immortals and gods, a battle between the lower world and the upper world, and it was even more ...... The battle between the thick earth and the brilliant sky."
When the captain said this softly, he paused.
Xu Qing instinctively sent out divine thoughts.
"What about the ending?"
"That battle...... The immortal won, but he also lost." The captain muttered.
"The brilliant sky sank, became a taboo and was sealed, the heavenly way was raised, and the rules were redefined, this was the manifestation of the immortal's victory, but it was also at that time that the immortals from the lower realm knew a desperate truth."
"The infinite Huangtian is just a great divine realm of gods, and in this vast upper realm, such a great divine realm...... Many, many, brilliant sky, just the tip of the iceberg, far from the strongest."
"Here, indeed, it belongs to the gods."
Speaking of this, the captain turned his head and looked into Xu Qing's eyes.
"And Li Zihua and Chi Mu, they...... They are all from the brilliant sky."