The crimson moon and stars roared at this moment, and as Zhang Siyun's voice reverberated, it turned into countless lingering sounds that spread like thunder in all directions, as if all beings were whispering, shaking Xu Qing's mind, and moving Shizi and others.
And being able to call out Xu Qing's name is enough to show that Zhang Siyun at this moment is the clone of the red mother, but the memory still retains the fusion of the two.
Chimu did not devour his consciousness but retained it to form an independent personality!
"So he is Zhang Siyun and the red mother!" The captain said solemnly, "And he is even stronger in this state!" Shizi and the others stared at the gate of the Moon Palace with a cold light in their eyes.
The next moment, Lao Jiu was the first to move. His whole body was like a sword light, and he went straight to the gate of the Moon Palace like a rainbow. The nothingness he passed shattered all the way.
The eldest son and Princess Mingmei also charged forward, followed by the fifth younger sister and the eighth child, Xu Qing and the captain were at the end, and they rushed forward at the same time.
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Since the gate of the Moon Palace was opened on its own initiative, although it was dangerous for everyone, since this road has reached the present, how can it stop because of Zhang Siyun's appearance.
In an instant, the figures of the crowd approached the gate, and Zhang Siyun, who was wearing a red robe among the flowers on the other side of the moonlight sea inside the gate at the same time, looked at the heavenly beings outside the gate with a calm temperament.
The moonlight and wine fall, the beautiful face in the radiant waves reveals nobility, at this moment slowly raised his right hand, it is as white as snow and flawless and has no palm prints, palm prints are part of fate, but for the life level of gods they beyond fate.
"God..." Zhang Siyun said softly, raised his right thumb and tapped lightly on the first joint of the index finger. The moment of the touch was like the sound of water droplets falling, and it finally turned into a word, echoing in many people's hearts. In the hearts of Qing and the others.
The breeze blew by, setting off waves of the moonlight and sea, falling on Shizi and the others who stepped into the gate of the Moon Palace.
While blowing their clothes and hair, it also fluctuates their fate.
The body of Lao Jiu at the front suddenly shook, and he stopped and couldn't move forward half a step, and his body also experienced amazing changes at this moment.
Countless overlapping images appeared on his body!
These pictures are actually his past, which contains the pain and torture after he was suppressed, and also contains the beauty of his father before his death and the past of his practice.
There is no concealment, everything is reflected on him, and it becomes a scene superimposed on itself.
That was his past, not only Lao Jiu here, but also Shizi and there, Princess Mingmei, Princess Wu and Lao Ba all had past images appearing on their bodies at this moment.
Countless pasts are formed on each of them in an instant, as if everyone has turned into a book, and every scene of the past has become a page!
Xu Qing and the captain were no exception.
The captain was shaking all over, and the pictures on his body kept appearing from the moment he was born until now, but it didn't include the past life, just the present life
The same is true for Xu Qing, all the joys and sorrows that he has experienced since he was a child are uncontrollably revealed.
However, in these pictures, there is no ghost face or his brother, but Xu Qing has no energy to think about it at the moment.
The feeling of the scene of the past resurfaced instantly filled his heart with countless emotions. This scene was no longer the method of a monk, but the ability of a god.
When Zhang Siyun looked at the crowd as usual, the moment his thumb lifted and tapped on the second joint of his index finger, the sound of falling water echoed again.
The wind is getting stronger, and fate is fluctuating again, unable to resist, it is difficult for him to avoid it.
In the hands of the gods, fate is like a toy, which can be adjusted arbitrarily as it is now...
As the thumb fell and the sound of water droplets echoed, everyone's hearts roared, as if millions of thunderbolts exploded in their hearts.
The raised waves tore apart the past, causing their respective past images to flip instantly, as if they were still being checked.
The supreme coercion of the aura of the gods spread across the whole world at this moment, Shizi's eyes were red and his body trembled and he wanted to struggle. His brothers and sisters did the same, but it didn't help!
One's own past fate is still being checked, only Lao Jiu's breath churned, and the pages of the book slowed down, but they still couldn't stop.
The captain and Xu Qing were equally unstoppable at this moment because of their cultivation, and as everyone's memories were read, a picture soon flew out of their bodies and went straight to Zhang Siyun, as if it had been torn from a book.
Without exception, these images torn from the past are the most painful and tormented time in everyone's life.
For example, Shizi and others, their being torn off is the scene of devouring the flesh and blood of their brothers and sisters, the misery of their suppression, and the wailing scene of their life being in an extreme emotional situation.
The captain was also trembling. Most of the past he was torn off was the scene of his hunger when he untied the seal, and among so many scenes, there were some scenes that others did not know. For example, one of the captains was crying, and he was alone. Walking in the dark, the sound of crying echoed with grief.
As for Xu Qing, his expression was distorted, his forehead was bulging with blue veins, his breathing was short of breath, and his memory was being torn apart. At this moment, his memory couldn't compare to a certain scene in the past.
That scene was in a jungle, the sky was raining, he knelt on the ground and wailed in pain? That's despair, that's torture, that's madness.
There is also a blood-colored candied haws in the picture. This memory is the last thing Xu Qing wants to recall. It was when his brother told him everything when he appeared in Yinghuangzhou.
That time was the most disastrous time in Xu Qing's life so far. Compared with this, no matter his childhood experience or miserable life is insignificant.
And this memory was torn off at this moment, turned into a picture and flew towards Zhang Siyun.
Soon all the most painful and tortured times in everyone's memory appeared around Zhang Siyun, turning into pictures that kept rotating.
"The misery of all beings is due to the contrast of beauty!" Zhang Siyun said softly, raised his right hand and put his thumb on the first joint of his middle finger, and tapped lightly, the crisp sound fell on the hearts of everyone. The reverberation turned into ripples, forming a storm that swept across the body, and finally turned into a roar, a burst, and an explosion.
All the past memory images that were floated outside of them began to shatter and fall apart at this moment!
All good things, all joys, all treasures, all loves, these times, these pasts are crumbling.
The sound of booming was heard from everyone, and the screen exploded layer by layer, forming illusory blood.
With the uncontrollable mournful sound that the crowd could not control, spraying between the heaven and the earth, the resistance also unfolded strongly at this moment.
The eldest son's long hair swayed, forming countless snake shadows, rushing into his past memory to confuse all images by changing cognition for blessing.
Princess Mingmei's whole body is flowing with the river of time, constantly rising from the inside, and her past figures are carefully filled in.
Lao Ba used his own emotions to solidify the meaning of joy and spread it continuously.
And Lao Jiu's method is the simplest. He flies out one sharp sword after another from his past picture and keeps slashing in all directions. Every time the sword falls, the sword will run, but soon a new sword will be formed again.
There is also the captain with a distorted expression and a hideous look in his eyes, and the cold air radiating from his ferocious face freezes the past.
As for Xu Qingshang, his corona was moving, his forgotten mood was moving, and his authority was even more explosive. At the same time, he also understood why there were no gods and faces in his past picture, and there was no Prince Ziqing.
Because the pictures of these two people don't know what to do, but after Zhang Siyun unfolded the magical power to control his life, he actually appeared in his purple crystal.
And when Xu Qing saw the scene in the picture clearly at this moment, a roar louder than the explosion of good memories rose in his mind.
The first picture is Xu Qing looking at the sky in the ruins of the slum, opened his eyes and stared at him.
And the second red picture is Wushuang City, the sky is raining blood, and the young self is sitting on the ground hugging his knees and crying.
Before that, in Xu Qing's memory, he cried for a long time, and then left, this disappeared city.
But in the picture of the purple crystal, he saw a different ending!
In the picture, there is a familiar person standing in the sky. This person walked up to the crying self step by step, raised his hand and gently touched his head.
"Brother, don't cry!" The moment these four words came out, Xu Qing saw his young self in the picture, his head collapsed with a bang, and his body turned into a rain of blood and fell to the ground.
die! !
Xu Qing's whole body was shocked, and when his mind was in a huge turmoil, all the pages of the book outside his body were torn to pieces at this moment, and what was left was an empty book without pages.
Even if other people resist, they cannot escape this ending in the end!
Without beauty, there will be no contrast, and all beings in the picture will not feel misery.
Under the moonlight, Zhang Siyun's expression was extremely calm, without any emotional fluctuations, and his beautiful face looked like a withered statue.
He was suspicious of everyone, and his right thumb tapped on the second joint of his middle finger.
In the next moment, the past pictures of the people around him who were tormented by pain stopped for an instant, no longer turning but trembling, and with the trembling, they were actually being rubbed, and countless identical pictures appeared on each of them.
Looking at these, Zhang Siyun smiled, raised his thumb and touched the first joint of his ring finger.
In the next moment, these pictures suddenly flew out and went straight to Xu Qing and the others, each of them was reuniting, and the empty shell book that made everyone collapsed was quickly filled and re-completed.
This complete past is full of not having a wife, all of them are their most painful and tortured memories, this memory has replaced their entire past, and it explodes all the time until it collapses.
This is the power of the gods, this is the magic!