Outside the mist, the legions of Shenglan Territory were densely packed and overwhelming.
The flags inside are spread out, the breath of ferocious beasts, the aura of monks, all these forms a storm that connects the sky and sweeps across the earth.
The momentum is shocking, the sky is turbulent, and the earth is oppressive.
The whole world became silent in front of this boundless army.
In particular, there are many powerful people in the army, from various sects and tribes, from Grand Duke Shenglan and the powerful people from Fenghai County. They float between heaven and earth, each one exuding invisible pressure.
Inside were the Seventh Master, the Marquis Yao, and the Grand Duke Shenglan.
There were even more streams of blood flowing, shining in all directions, and eventually turned into a sea of blood, trying to drown the mist.
That's magic.
In front of this army, Xu Qing stood there, staring at the seventeen purple-robed Heitian tribesmen walking out of the mist. His eyes finally fell on the old man who worshiped him.
Xu Qing is naturally no stranger to the word Purple Lord.
And this title, coming from the mouth of the Black Sky clan priest, is intriguing.
Xu Qing's eyes were deep, and he moved away from the old man of the Black Sky Tribe who was worshiping him, and cast his gaze towards the fog behind him. Standing here, he could more clearly sense his own authority, which was rising in the fog.
The Black Sky Clan is conducting a ritual related to themselves deep in the mist, and it is almost completed.
For a long time, under the attention of the army, Xu Qing's voice slowly came out in the silence of the seventeen priests.
"How do you know my title?"
Xu Qing did not beat around the bush. Now he was qualified to inquire directly and did not need to speculate about it.
Facing Xu Qing's words, the old man offering sacrifices from the Black Sky clan showed piety on his wrinkled face and spoke softly.
"The Red Mother died in the battle between gods, and a new master was born from her divine remains. This is the reincarnation of gods."
"The born Purple Lord is the new Lord. She has taken over all the authority of the Red Moon and is worshiped by all living beings. From now on, there will be no red moon and the Purple Moon will be in the sky. All clans and servants of God will have new missions."
"This is what I got after many sacrifices to the moon."
As he spoke, the Heitian clan priest raised his head and looked at Xu Qing with fanaticism in his eyes.
"What mission?" Xu Qing looked as usual and said calmly.
"Assist my lord to return to the divine heaven, Zuo Ziyue comes to the world, and all the subordinates have divine fruits, but with meritorious deeds, there is a place before the gods!"
When Xu Qing heard this, he gave the old man a meaningful look.
The old man's expression remained unchanged, his face was wrinkled, and he was still pious.
Xu Qing withdrew his gaze. The other party's nonsense might be enough to deceive others, but it was useless to deceive him.
Xu Qing didn't believe it at all.
He believes in another answer more...
Faced with this inevitable battle and the irreversible danger of annihilation, the Heitian tribe's priests have long recognized the facts, especially since they know what happened to the sacrifice to the moon, and also understand the relationship between Xu Qing's background and today's sacrifice. situation.
Therefore, there is only one way before them, and that is to surrender.
However, surrender is also very particular, and Xu Qing did change the prayer on the red moon and spread it with the help of authority. Although it failed in the end, there must be traces of its existence.
Therefore, the Black Sky clan, which has worshiped the Red Moon and enshrined the Red Mother for generations, most likely sensed the prayer because of this.
Hence, the theory of Purple Lord came into being.
Surrendering in this way, in the hearts of the Black Sky tribe's priests, is actually not surrendering, because from the beginning to the end, they are servants of the gods.
As for the mission, the greater possibility is that they have given it to themselves.
This is the wisdom of this group of priests.
Even thinking deeply, these priests may be more or less unsure whether they are the Purple Lords or not.
But this is not important.
Chi’s mother has died, and living is the most important thing.
And living a decent life is the most important thing.
Therefore, Xu Qing feels that even if these Black Sky clan priests think that they are not the Purple Lord, it doesn't matter. They will change their prayers on their own and continue to think that they are the Purple Lord.
After all, no one can refute it.
Xu Qing's expression was as usual. These were all his guesses. As for the truth, he didn't care about it. However, it was still necessary to give a certain degree of deterrence to these Heitian clan priests who surrendered in an alternative way.
For Xu Qing, this shock was very simple.
For the magic stick, the most direct deterrent is naturally the gods.
As a result, the power of authority in Xu Qing's body spread out and merged into the ongoing ritual related to him in the mist, to help speed up the completion of this ritual.
Almost at the moment Xu Qing's authority was integrated, the seventeen priests were shocked one after another. The old man at the head raised his head violently, with a look of surprise on his face. At the same time, a roaring roar came from the mist.
The mist billows, spreading out the chants that were blocked inside.
"My lord in the new moon, I will guide you to look back to the past. May the suffering sentient beings enjoy the land of happiness."
"Sacrifice your body to my Lord, this life will not be bitter, it will be a curtain day and night, and your body's marrow will not rot."
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As the chants echoed, purple light burst out from the mist, and the sky roared at this moment. The sky seemed to have a pair of invisible hands, pushing the sky aside, and the divine power spread in all directions.
A purple star suddenly appeared on the top of the sky.
It started to look like a lake at first, but it soon became clear, and finally appeared between heaven and earth. Her appearance caused a sensation in Shenglan's side, and countless ferocious beasts trembled.
Even if they knew what happened to King Tianlan and understood that it was a lie, the appearance of Ziyue Xingchen at this moment still made everyone's hearts tremble.
And the seventeen priests knelt down directly to the purple moon in the sky.
At the same time, the pressure fell, the sky and the earth molded into a lake, the world was distorted, and only purple light fell from the purple moon, covering the earth.
The fog quickly dissipated at this moment, revealing everything hidden within it.
It can be seen that after the fog disperses, an ancient temple suddenly exists in the area in front of the army.
This temple is vast and full of vicissitudes of life.
For most people, this is the first time they have witnessed the magnificence of this temple.
But for Xu Qing and the captain, this temple... they have seen it before.
Its shape is exactly the same as the Moon Palace!
Even the totems on the temple gates are the same.
This is a moon palace built on the earth!
It is also a sacred place for the Black Sky tribe to worship.
There, there is still a statue of the Red Mother!
At this moment, in front of the temple, more than a million priests of the Black Sky clan are kneeling and worshiping. They are all wearing purple robes, worshiping and singing.
On the sky, the purple moon stars continued to fall, becoming clearer and clearer, allowing everyone to see the stone tablet standing on the purple moon stars.
The stone tablet emits purple light, the back is blank, and there are some writings on the front. If you look carefully, you can notice that the writings are prayers!
At this moment, whether it was Shenglan's side or the Heitian tribe's sacrifice, everyone's hearts were roaring. And at this moment when the purple moon and stars were at their lowest and everything was clearest, Xu Qing walked forward.
Step by step, he walked toward the seventeen priests who were kneeling to worship Ziyue, walked into the air, and walked towards Ziyue.
Until, under the gaze of all the people, and amid countless gasps, Xu Qing's figure moved forward in the sky and the earth, reaching the front of the purple moon and stars.
All the distortions and molds emanating from this purple moon have no effect on Xu Qing, and its seemingly real illusion also has no meaning in front of Xu Qing.
This is the star he formed.
Whether it's illusion or reality, to Xu Qing, it's all the same.
In this way, step by step, he walked up to the purple moon stars, stepped on the purple moon, and came to the front of the stone tablet.
Xu Qing stood there, looking down at the earth. Wherever his god-like gaze passed, all the priests of the Black Heaven Clan on the earth trembled. The same happened to the seventeen sacrifices.
Until finally, Xu Qing's eyes rested on the old priest.
"tell me your name."
The old priest was shocked and hesitated in his heart, but he did not dare to hesitate for too long and spoke respectfully.
"The current chief priest of the Black Sky Clan, Yousang."
Xu Qing raised his right hand and with a violent wave, he imprinted the two words "Yousang" on the back of the stone tablet. It was very small and insignificant compared to the entire back of the stone tablet.
It means a lot.
The moment it fell, the entire stone tablet shook, the purple moon and stars swayed, and the hearts of all the sacrifices on the earth roared in the sky.
The millions of priests who worshiped Ziyue were all breathing rapidly at this moment, with unprecedented enthusiasm in their eyes, and their hearts were exploding. They all looked at Xu Qing, at the stone tablet, and at the words there, indescribable emotions arose in their hearts. Huge storm.
This scene was beyond everyone's expectations.
For the servant of God, having his name imprinted on the place where God is located is an unparalleled and supreme honor!
The hearts of the dozen or so priests who came out of the mist were turbulent to the extreme, so intense that their bodies were shaking and their breathing was rapid.
My mind went blank, it was really rare for this to happen.
The one who was most turbulent in his heart was naturally You Sang. His old face was red, his body was trembling, and there seemed to be millions of thunders roaring in his heart.
He never expected that Xu Qing would actually do this.
Looking at his name on the stone tablet, he seemed to have returned to the state of mind he had when he worshiped the Red Mother for the first time. He was shocked, awed, and even more excited.
Xu Qing's previous analysis was generally correct. In fact, for Xu Qing, the Heitian clan's idea of offering more sacrifices was just a reason to surrender.
The people below may not understand, but as a priest who transcends sacrifice, he naturally understands how to do it to best meet expectations.
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As priests, they need a god.
And Xu Qing fits this condition very well.
As for whether Xu Qing is the Purple Master, they also have doubts and hesitations. After all, Xu Qing's cultivation is too weak.
But it doesn't matter, it's best not.
So there is the theory of the magic stick of mission.
The key points are actually the general trend.
But he never expected that when Xu Qing asked his name, he would actually carve it on the stone tablet. He could actually carve it on the stone tablet!
This behavior shattered all their guesses. It was completely informing them in a way that they were in awe of...
He is the Purple Lord.
In the army, Ning Yan walked out at this moment and spoke loudly.
"Assistant Purple Master returns to the divine heaven, Zuo Ziyue comes to the world, all the subordinates have divine fruits, but with meritorious deeds, there is a place before the gods!"
All the sacrifices on earth worshiped together, and their voices were astonishing.
"Greetings to the Purple Lord!"
The seventeen priests, headed by the old priest, felt as if their hearts were shaking and they lay trembling on the ground.
"Greetings to the Purple Lord!"
As the sound echoed, with a bang, the statue of the Red Mother in front of the temple fell apart and scattered on the ground.