Er Niu's expression changed, and he became solemn for a moment. He looked at the woman in front of him, but he said nothing.

The woman's eyes turned and finally landed on Xu Qing. A faint light slowly emitted, and a cold aura spread from her body. It was clear that the sea of ​​fire was lingering, but at this moment, the color of the fire changed and turned into black.

"You're weird..."

The woman took a deep look at Xu Qing and said nothing more, but turned her head to look outside.

"Is the decisive battle of this era about to begin? It's much more interesting than my era."

"I'm just a clone. I don't have the power of my original body. I can't help much, but I will try my best."

"Gods are not eternal, hope is eternal."

The woman murmured, took a step forward, directly crossed the Niyue Palace, and appeared on the sea of ​​​​blood outside. She raised her hand and waved, and infinite flames suddenly burst out from her body and went straight to the sea of ​​​​blood below.

In an instant, the entire sea of ​​blood was on fire.

The flames spread, covering the heaven and earth, the sea of ​​blood surged, and the sky roared.

The emperor's expression changed, he raised his right hand and pressed it violently. The world behind him transformed and he was about to suppress it.

But at this moment, Li Xiaoshan suddenly walked out, dragging the rotten sword in his hand as he stepped, walking nine steps in a row, stepping into nothingness step by step, shuttling between reality and illusion, unstoppable.

At the ninth step, he reached in front of the emperor, raised the long knife in his hand, and slashed it down!

The sky and the earth are pale, the emperor is retreating, and Li Xiaoshan is retreating as well.

The latter spurted out blood as he retreated, and his aura faded, but returned to normal in the next moment. When he raised his head, his eyes were calm, and he continued to drag the broken long knife away.

The emperor's expression changed, and as he was delaying like this, the burning sea of ​​blood decreased rapidly, and finally disappeared. The entire sea of ​​blood... was burned dry by the flames, but the flames did not end, and went straight to the emperor above.

At the same time, in the Niyue Palace, Xu Qing's eyes showed a cold light, and he controlled the mirror transformed into the Niyue Palace to shine bright light, covering all directions, blessing the cultivation of the Niyue.

The unsealed foreign monks rushed out one after another at this moment, their respective cultivation levels exploded, and they rushed into the Red Moon monks.

The battlefield roared again.

Looking at it, every one of these unsealed alien monks had amazing moves. Wherever the blue-haired aliens passed, they left patches of water stains in their wake.

Every water stain has buried a Red Moon cultivator, but in the reflection, you can see the buried Red Moon cultivator wailing in pain.

There was also a big man from the Sky Ghost Clan. Thunder roared all over his body, and a thunder field was formed around him. Countless arcs of lightning were scattered as they fell, and each lightning turned into a ferocious ghost shadow, which he controlled to kill.

The more he kills, the more ferocious ghosts appear around him.

Among these unsealed monks, there is another one who is even more weird. He does not resist all the spells and attacks of the Red Moon monks, and allows the enemy to kill him.

But every time he dies, if you try to repair it, he will die suddenly.

And among the corpses of those who died suddenly, the unsealed alien race will be re-formed, continue to move forward, and continue to be killed...

The statues of the gods in the Anti-Moon Palace are equally astonishing. They are blessed with extraordinary fighting power and are not afraid of life and death. Every time a death occurs, a statue will appear again in the mountain temple of the Anti-Moon Palace. After walking out, they will join the battlefield.

This is the power of Niyue Palace as a regional treasure!

Suddenly, the situation was reversed.

Although Hong Yue's cultivation is not weak, it is still not good at these things here.

This is what should be done, after all... what they are facing now is the strongest group of people that the Niyue Palace has accumulated in an era.

At this moment, in the middle of the Moon Festival area, there is a lake, and there is an island in the center of the lake.

Inside the island, there is a giant statue. It is in a kneeling posture. From a distance, it seems to support the heaven and earth. From a close look, it is boundless and huge. There are many palaces under its feet. Compared with it, it looks like an ant.

This statue is none other than the ruler Li Zihua!

There is also a temple above his head, which suppresses him at all times.

This temple is the Temple of the Son of the Red Moon God, and this is the headquarters of the Red Moon Temple.

At this moment, in the Temple of the Son of God, there was a person sitting on a huge chair.

This person has an indifferent expression and looks like a young man. His appearance is very similar to the statues in the outside world.

His aura was alternately strong and weak, and his body was obviously injured. Judging from the traces of the injuries, it was caused by the actions of the Crown Prince and Princess Mingmei.

His identity is already revealed.

In front of him, there was an illusory scene shining, and what appeared in it was the scene of the battlefield in the Kusheng Mountains.

After staring for a long time, the young man stood up expressionlessly and walked towards the depths of the hall, step by step as if he had walked through nothingness and entered another world.

In that world, the sky was dark and there was a bloody lake on the earth.

The lake was deathly silent, and twelve corpses were sitting cross-legged and meditating on the lake. Each one looked exactly like the young man.

If you look closely, you can see that these corpses actually have no flesh and blood, leaving only a layer of skin.

They formed a circle around the lake, like a strange ritual.

But the circle is empty.

Until the young man walked step by step, stepped onto the lake, came to the empty space, sat down cross-legged, and became the thirteenth corpse.

The circle is complete.

A golden eye appeared in the sky, emitting golden light, reflecting on the lake, and also reflected the thirteen corpses on the lake.

The reflections are strange and do not match the body. It can be seen that there are eight men and five women in the thirteen reflections. They look like the heirs of the Lord.

There is the Crown Prince and Princess Mingmei in it...but they were all in their youth, as if that was their past.

All the brothers and sisters are here, except the fourth child is missing.

Faintly, there is a strange sound, echoing in this world.

"Once upon a time, there was a big baby, with a row of small ones behind him. Ten dolls, six or seventy-eight years old, with red eyes and gray hair. They didn't talk all day long. When the older children saw them, they called "Ajia." Don't be afraid of the younger children..."

"Until one day suddenly, the eldest baby fell ill, the second baby looked at it, the third baby bought medicine, the fifth baby boiled it, the sixth baby died, the seventh baby laughed, the eighth baby dug a hole, the ninth baby jumped, and the tenth baby shed tears on the ground. I went to ask him why he was crying.

…”

“You can’t bring back the lost four babies!”

The surface of the lake is gradually churning, as if there is something there, slowly rising from the bottom of the lake.
Chapter completed!