out of time

Chapter 689 The Forbidden Technique
The moment the god came, everyone outside changed their faces.

Xu Qing's eyes flickered brightly, and the captain narrowed his eyes with a dignified expression.

As for the monks on both sides, the same is true, Niyue's side is surprised, while Hongyue's side is not as excited as imagined.

With the spread of blood in the broken slough, all the monks of the Red Moon showed signs of uncontrollable cultivation and blood.

It seems that there is the source, and everything about them is going to be sucked away.

When everyone was palpitating, Shizi and others who came out quickly dispersed from each other, each with a dignified aura burst out, forming a long rainbow, which merged with each other, forming a five-cornered formation.

The light on their bodies imprinted on nothingness, and after forming the traces of the pentagram, the positions of the five people changed, stepping on the pentagram, forming a four-phase shape.

The eldest son is on the left, the eighth child is on the right, the ninth child is in front, and the fifth princess is behind.

As for Princess Mingmei, she stood in the middle, with murderous eyes in her eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"His ritual of becoming a god was not completely successful. He was forcibly interrupted by us in Fantui before, and his divine fire was not completely ignited!"

"Now he seems to have the aura of a god, but this is also when he is the most vulnerable, and the backlash of his failure to suppress the ceremony!"

"Once he is successfully suppressed and then lights up the fire, we will not be able to fight!"

"So now is the only chance! I will launch the taboo technique, use time as the source, unravel the lock of the heavenly way, kill it with the past method, make its breath disorder, bear the backlash of the ritual failure, and perish by itself!"

Almost at the moment when Princess Mingmei's words came out, the figure of Chimu Fanshe came closer.

The blood under its feet was like a sea, gushing out and erupting, rolling up waves and spreading towards the earth and the lake, dyeing the world here red again.

The smell of blood is extremely strong and smoky.

As for the person walking in the red, he has a tall figure, and every time he takes a step, there are heavy footsteps.

This sound made the sky echo and fluctuate, and the earth roared, which even affected the minds of all the monks outside.

No matter the Cultivator of Red Moon or the Cultivator of Niyue, they all looked pale in the sound of footsteps.

The sound of footsteps seemed to replace the heartbeat, step by step, as if stepping on the heart.

Everyone here retreated instinctively, and at the same time, a trembling from the soul spread to the whole body.

In this trembling, almost everyone has an uncontrollable urge to worship.

That is the crushing from the level of life, that is the fear of the weak against the strong.

Under the gathering of countless gazes, the figure walking out of the broken body became clearer and clearer, and gradually reflected in the sky and the earth.

The figure was ten feet tall, red all over, as if there was no skin, and while the flesh and blood were blurred, it could be seen that there were multiple faces on the body.

Each face is different, there are thirteen in total, they are the other thirteen of the master's children except the fourth.

The eldest son, Mingmei, the fifth princess, and the eighth and ninth elders are all in it.

This scene is extremely strange.

As for the appearance of this figure, it is extremely hideous, with some golden irregular spots between the flesh and blood, densely packed, extremely ugly.

The four eyes are double pupils, revealing a light of indifference, as if everything in this world is not important in His eyes.

There are also sharp thorn-like horns on the top of its head, not one, but a row of horns spreading behind its head and back, connected to the tail behind it.

The tail was golden as a whole, and as the figure walked out, the tail dragged on the ground, drawing long water marks in the sea of ​​blood.

His hands are similar to those of humans, but there are not five fingers, but four.

His right hand is still holding a beating heart at this moment, and he squeezes it as he walks, until he walks out of the mortal body and is clearly seen by everyone here, he squeezes his right hand hard.

With a bang, my heart collapsed.

The prince spat out blood, his face was pale, and he spoke hastily.

"His ritual of becoming a god is based on time."

"The point of this ceremony is based on the time generated at the moment when all his blood relatives broke through the big realm in the past, devouring these breakthrough times, turning them into their own power, and becoming the fuel to ignite the divine fire!"

"Once successful, it is equal to him alone, gathering all."

"I have fourteen brothers and sisters in total, so there are fourteen nodes of his past in this ceremony, and each of these fourteen nodes has his shadow of time!"

"Each shadow of time corresponds to a different level of cultivation. Only when he is cut off from all these nodes can his ceremony be considered a complete failure."

"Before I cut off the five most difficult nodes, now there are still nine! Next we will cut off five more, and the remaining four have no time to worry about. If you can fight, Li Xiaoshan, you will be counted as one. God sparrow, count yourself in!"

"The only ones who can participate in this ceremony are those who have the ability to possess the spirit, or possess the power of the gods, so the remaining two...Xu Qing, you have the power, Er Niu, you are a god, can you?"

The son's voice echoed and spread to the ears of everyone here.

Li Xiaoshan's body was covered in blood and flesh, he laughed out loud in embarrassment, his eyes showed determination.

Shenquezi nodded while walking and fighting.

Xu Qing and the captain looked at each other. When the fighting spirit rose, the formation on Shizi's side also exploded at this moment, and their respective breaths spread, forming a vortex.

Seen from afar, under the feet of the five sons is a five-pointed star array, and the bodies are arranged in a four-phase pattern, with visions rising from the front, the back, the left, and the left.

The vision that appeared on the fifth princess was a huge flower basket. At this moment, the petals were flying, forming a soft light.

There is a strange face with seven emotions and six desires in Lao Ba's place. His expression changes all the time, and all emotions and desires alternate in an instant.

But from Shizi's place, the phantom of Li Zihua, the master, came out blurryly, with an aura like a rainbow, as if it could suppress everything.

As for Lao Jiu, it is a sharp blade that can destroy the world. This blade is not a sword, but a gate knife, which is... the transformation of the god-slaying platform he realized!
After the formation of these four phases, they merged with each other, overlapping one big world after another.

And in the center of these worlds is Princess Mingmei.

She stood there, surrounded by the long river of time, and her figure was reflected in every big world.

It seems that there are countless her.

All looked at Chimu Fanshui.

At this moment, the sea of ​​blood in the red mother Fanshe broke out again, the figure of the son of God came out more and more, the color of the world became redder, and the blood in the bodies of all the monks here was also affected.

Regardless of whether the red moon is against the moon, the uncontrollable feeling in their blood and cultivation has become more intense.

Wanting to break through the body and pour out.

There were even some who were weak in cultivation and could not be suppressed instantly. At this moment, their bodies roared and exploded, and a large amount of blood rushed straight to the Son of God.

There are also monks of the Red Moon.

This scene immediately caused the expressions of the Hongyue monks around him to change, and they did not dare to approach.

Obviously, for the Son of God, at this moment, he doesn't care about the camp anymore, all he cares about is becoming a god.

So even though Cultivator Hongyue retreated, the connection of the same source still caused many Cultivator Hongyue's bodies to continue to collapse and a large amount of blood to emerge.

With the incorporation of these bloods, the strong aura of the gods rose even more on the Shenzi, affecting the sky and the earth.

All of a sudden, the sky became more distorted, the nothingness became more blurred, and the earth churned even more.

And its momentum didn't stop there.

This son of God, who is like a god, swept all directions with icy eyes, and finally fell on the ceremony of Shizi and others.

"Father's path is wrong. In this world, becoming a god is the only way out."

"And I was born after he became a god and before he extinguished the fire, so I am different from you."

"The meaning of your existence is to be a part of me becoming a god, and my meaning is to walk the road that my father didn't finish back then."

"This is also the reason why I chose Chimu, she is my future Taoist friend."

Shenzi spoke calmly, and after speaking, he raised his left hand and grabbed Fan Hui behind him.

Fan Hui trembled, flew out, and came straight to the Son of God. After being enveloped in an instant, he turned into a blood-colored battle armor covering his whole body, and then walked towards Shizi and others in one step.

The moment his footsteps fell, the captain's eyes showed a strong light, and he waved his hand quickly, and the sky suddenly darkened. The ring of nine suns that he had shown before descended again at this moment, forming a suppression, roaring and covering the Son of God.

"Little Junior Brother!"

Almost at the same time as the captain spoke, Xu Qing manipulated the Mirror of Inverse Moon to rotate slightly without any hesitation.

He is very clear that the captain seldom does things aimlessly. Since he chooses Jiuyang blessing at this time and chooses to let himself help, there must be a reason.

Soon, as the mirror rotated, light shone and reflected on Shenzi.

In an instant, the moon-defying mirror trembled, and the ring of nine yangs spun rapidly.

But the Son of God ignored all of this. To Him, Xu Qing and the others were nothing more than ants. On this battlefield, only the Son of God and them were cared about by Him.

As a result, his footsteps did not stop at all. The moment he fell, the moon-defying mirror roared, and the ring of nine suns also showed cracks.

And at this moment, in the ceremony formed by the five princes, Princess Mingmei in the middle, her figure in many big worlds, closed her eyes together.

The moment she closed her eyes, her voice echoed from nothingness, from the past, and from all directions.

"Zhi Ping belongs to the soil, burying Nian Zang Dao, usually the land of light!"

"Directly determine the sun belongs to wood, nourish the present and preserve the past, and determine the gate of the years!"

"Stay true to the fact that the sun belongs to water, flow back and forth, and hold on to the road of life and death!"

"Break through the fire of the sun, burn your memory and burn your soul, and break the lock of heaven!"

"And I am gold, burying, raising, burning, calming, steadfast, persistent, and broken!"

The moment Princess Mingmei's voice came out, the universe was reversed, the sky was dim, and everything was blurred.

A turbulent, colorful river comes from nothingness, and swims against it to drown everything.

Even the Son of God who came was hard to break through, being shrouded by the long river.

The power of time, here, works like never before.

From a distance, the boundary where the island is located seems to be erased, integrated into the ancient years, and finally turned into an ancient gate on the long river of time, slowly opening.

(End of this chapter)