The world of immortals is ten thousand flowers

The significance of the four sacred objects and the blood moon of killing the sky is extraordinary. The four envoys and the seven ministers all rushed to the mirror spiritual realm two days ago, just to prevent accidents when the blood moon of killing the sky appeared.

Everyone was a little surprised by Xiao Junqing's promotion, but at the same time felt relieved.

Xiao Junqing's current strength is not weaker than any of the four envoys and seven ministers, so he is more confident in controlling the four holy objects.

Shadow Demon sent people to check carefully several times, and the four envoys and seven ministers respectively dispatched their subordinates to strictly guard all parts of the Mirror Spiritual Realm.And since two days ago, the Mirror Spirit Territory has prohibited any creature from entering or exiting.

Xiao Junqing still stayed in the small courtyard with the three of them, as if the tense atmosphere hadn't affected him at all, and everything had nothing to do with him.

Everything is like the calm before the storm, the more normal it is, the more disturbing it is...

Yan Yan never liked being with other people, so after assigning his subordinates, he plunged into the courtyard of Xiao Junqing and others.With a flattering smile, he begged Xiao Junqing for altar wine again, and then he was satisfied and honest.

Holding the wine jar, Yan Yan carefully sniffed the aroma of the wine, suddenly seemed to think of something, looked up at Xiao Junqing: "You said... what is the devil thinking? That person has already escaped from the dark room, and the devil still doesn't respond to anything No……"

Xiao Junqing lowered her eyes and said with a light smile: "Maybe...he is still holding on to the last hope..."

He is betting, and the devil is also betting.He gambled with his own life, but the devil gambled with the lives of countless living beings.No matter who wins between the two of them, a disaster can be avoided... It's just that they are afraid that they will lose everything...

Yan Yan looked sideways at Xiao Junqing, and suddenly raised his hand in front of his eyes: "What are you thinking about?"

Xiao Junqing shook her head, got up and said with a smile: "The time is coming, let's go."

When Mu Chongran and An Ming in the room heard this, they dragged Shangguanqing and ran out, following Xiao Junqing step by step, for fear that he would leave them behind.

Xiao Junqing walked in the front slowly, leisurely and relaxed, as if walking in a courtyard.There was no solemn expression on his face, as indifferent as usual, but there was no smile at all.

When they arrived at the altar, the irrelevant crowd had been cleared away, only four envoys and seven ministers were standing by the altar, looking ready for battle at any time.

With Xiao Junqing's current strength, he didn't have to bow his head in front of any of the Four Envoys and Seven Officials for a long time. At this moment, he acted as if he didn't know anyone.

The blood moon was already slightly turbulent, and the blood became more and more intense, as if it was about to drop blood.The entire mirrored spiritual realm is like a bright sun, very dazzling.The strange scene made the scene silent for a while, and everyone couldn't help holding their breath.

The blood moon seemed to be pushed by something, and it swayed slightly in mid-air, and then gradually expanded until it swelled and rounded like a blood-red sun, and then stopped.The bright blood color made everyone shake their heads. When they came back to their senses, they saw that with the blood moon as the center, the surrounding area was already dyed red, and it continued to spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xiao Junqing was dressed in black and stood on the altar with his hands behind his back, his eyes fell lightly on the blood-red patch, and he did not move for a long time.Until the line of sight was completely soaked in blood, the blood moon that was not visible in the sky suddenly became brighter, and a phantom that looked like a wolf or a dog passed by, as if devouring the blood moon.

Immediately, the color of the blood moon became thicker and darker.

The moment the phantom flashed by, Xiao Junqing took out the three holy objects and the ancient scroll, took a step back and stood on the edge of the altar.A wave of devilish energy in his hand lightly hit the eyes of the sculpture on the altar, and the stone steps on the ground parted to both sides.

A pool of clear blue water appeared in front of everyone.Xiao Junqing didn't seem to see the astonishment in Ying Yao's eyes, and threw the four things into the air by herself.The three holy objects suspended in the air spontaneously connected into a diagonal line, and the scroll shook in the air and unfolded.

The symbols carved on the scroll flashed a burst of white light, which was dyed red by the blood moon in the sky, and then shot out slowly, piercing through the three holy objects, and refracted back to the surface of the water.The water in the pool suddenly turned blood red, faintly rippling, with an unspeakable sense of mystery.

With a flick of Xiao Junqing's sleeve, a half-white and half-black energy shot straight to the bottom of the water.The water waves became more turbulent, and suddenly a layer of waves was set off, creating a waterfall as high as two people.A burst of strong light suddenly burst out on the scroll, and then it seemed that the spiritual power was exhausted, and the light was slowly suppressed and closed.

The three holy relics were full of light, which combined with the blood moon in the sky had a strange feeling.

The water waterfall is like blood pouring down, becoming more and more turbulent.With a movement of Xiao Junqing's hand, the power controlling the three holy objects was withdrawn suddenly, the imprint in his hand changed, and three rays of light penetrated into the three holy objects.The three holy objects moved slightly and slowly changed positions, and a blood-red gate loomed in the waterfall.

Everyone under the altar became nervous, the opening of the Magic Moon Cave Mansion was just around the corner, and the most dangerous moment was approaching.At this moment, no one could interrupt it. If Xiao Junqing suddenly changed his mind and started another use, then everyone present would surely die!

Xiao Junqing suddenly glanced down at the bottom of the altar, and fell on Mu Chongran for a moment, a gentle smile flashed away.

Mu Chongran seemed to be comforted by that smile, and felt a little relieved.But I didn't want to, the next moment suddenly a flute sound came from not far away.

Everyone's eyes suddenly fell to the direction where the sound of the flute came from, and a figure stood there, staring fixedly at Xiao Junqing.

The black bead in Yingxi's hand was covered with a layer of mist due to the sweat in the palm, and it trembled slightly with the trembling of the palm.

Xiao Junqing's gaze moved, and he focused on the waterfall in front of him.The sound of the flute is constantly eroding his consciousness, if it cannot be completed, it will inevitably be a catastrophe.

The scene was silent for a while, only the sound of the flute continued.Everyone didn't dare to act rashly, but they were afraid that Xiao Junqing would be controlled if it continued.

The bloody breath filled the mouth, Xiao Junqing bit the tip of his tongue again, and a stream of blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.The imprint in the hand changed again, the blood light became thicker, and the door became clearer and clearer.

Suddenly the sound of the flute turned, and everyone present felt a little pain in their foreheads.Xiao Junqing's complexion was already pale, and there was a trance look in his eyes.An accent came out, Xiao Junqing's eyes were suddenly stained red, and a hideous look appeared on his face, as if he was struggling for something.

Mu Chongran's hand holding the sword began to tremble, his eyes fixed on Xiao Junqing but he didn't know what to do.

Suddenly Xiao Junqing's eyes glowed red, the last sliver of reason was burned out, and the imprint pinched out in his hand was neat and fast.The gate in the blood waterfall suddenly disappeared, and a huge phantom loomed.

"Oops!"

Everyone was frightened, and they sacrificed their weapons one after another to stop it.A red light rose from the ground, surrounding the entire altar, blocking all attacks like an iron wall.

Ying Yao paused for a moment with the hand holding the bead, hesitation appeared in his eyes.

...The only person who can stop it at this time... is only him... But if it is interrupted... everything can't continue...

The blood light on the three holy objects suddenly turned into a black glow, coiling around.The figure of the Fukong troll became more and more obvious, and the people present could almost feel the destructive aura.

Xiao Junqing on the altar suddenly lowered his head slightly, and when he raised his head again, blood flowed from his facial features, but the red light in his eyes gradually receded, and the magic seal in his hand changed, and a thousand-flower mark between his eyebrows was clearly visible.

The phantom in the blood waterfall howled angrily, but disappeared suddenly, and the bloody gate reappeared, and it became more obvious at a faster speed.

The sound of the flute became more and more urgent, but Xiao Junqing's expression became more and more calm, but the blood flowing from the facial features did not stop, and it became more violent.

In the dark hall, the man in the black robe suddenly clenched his fists, his eyes hard to hide the look of disappointment.The figure flashed and disappeared in place.

The purple light between the brows flourished, and the already black mark suddenly turned into the original lavender, and pieces of snowflakes suddenly appeared, surrounding Xiao Junqing's body, slowly drifting to the brows, and the light was absorbed in a flash.

Every time he inhaled a snowflake, Xiao Junqing's eyes became clearer.

Touch the center of the eyebrows with your fingertips, and draw out a stream of pure white spiritual power into the pool.There was a tumbling in the blood pool, and the door in the sky was completely clear and slowly opened.

Xiao Junqing relaxed her brows, and stretched out her hand to pull Mu Chongran up.Mu Chongran subconsciously grabbed An Ming and Shangguanqing with his backhand, and the three of them flashed, and they were about to enter the gate.

The blood color became thicker, and the figure in the distance suddenly stopped playing the flute, and rushed over at an extremely fast speed.The vast power waved out, and it was about to reach the door.Four envoys and five ministers joined forces to move, but the aftermath alone knocked them back a few feet.

Suddenly a black shadow appeared in midair, raised his hand and waved lightly, blocking that force lightly.

The four envoys and the five ministers were startled, and they knelt down to salute at the same time: "Master Mojun!"

Standing proudly in mid-air, the Demon Lord ignored them, and looked up at the man in white clothes not far in front of him, his eyes full of pain.

The man's face was already a little crazy, and he looked at the devil with an unbelievable look in his eyes: "You stop me! Why!"

The Demon Lord put his hands behind his back, and said in a low voice, "Isn't that enough? Even if I give you the supreme right and protect your cultivation...isn't that enough...why do you have to do this..."

The man sneered, and the fierceness and madness in his eyes became more and more obvious: "It's not mine...it will never be counted...how would you know...the sadness of being a substitute forever!"

He suddenly sneered, full of disdain: "Master Mojun, don't you want it? I don't have to kill him... Let him be your slave forever... If you join forces with me... Even It's the Immortal Emperor, so what can I do!"

The Demon Lord looked at him, and finally waved his hand dejectedly, just this light blow, but made the man in white flinch back a few feet.

In a deep voice, with undeniable majesty: "I was wrong...you will never be him..."

The man in white cast a bitter glance at the slowly closing bloody door, and suddenly his figure disappeared in place.

The blood in the sky gradually faded, and the three holy objects in the air suddenly disappeared without a trace.The bloody door closed silently and disappeared completely.

The Demon Lord landed slowly, and looked up at the empty sky.After a while, he slowly opened his mouth: "If they come out alive, I will bring them to see me. Send an order to arrest Wei Tian, ​​and if he resists, he will be killed on the spot!"