I saw that the sun was obscured by a blood-red red moon at this time.

The red moon that obscures the sun exudes a dark, evil, and destructive aura, and people can't help but be photographed when they see it.

Qingyang's mind was also taken by the evil Red Moon at this time, but the nameless ancient scripture he cultivated was automatically running, and at the same time, the ancient Taoist scripture that he usually recited also sounded in his ears, stabilizing his mind.

After waking up, Qingyang trembled and looked at the red moon again, only to see that there was suddenly a rolling blood-colored red mist around the red moon, which sprayed out towards the sky like a spring, and the sky was dyed red by the red mist in an instant, and the whole sky looked scarlet.

And as the red moon continued to spew blood mist, the blood mist that was originally shrouded in the sky continued to encroach and render the originally clear sky.

For a while, there was a crimson between heaven and earth, and it was extremely depressed, and Qingyang wanted to call to alleviate the fear in his heart, but he couldn't make a sound no matter what.

At this time, the heavens and the earth were silent, and the sun was shining just now, but the beings of heaven and earth could no longer feel a trace of warmth, only endless fear and despair, but they could not express a trace of stiffness no matter what.

Just when Qingyang was desperate, he suddenly heard "Humph! Ha! Two sharp drinks, as soon as these two sharp drinks came out, Qingyang felt the heavy despair and fear suppressed in his heart instantly dissipated.

Turning his head to the place where the shouts came, it was the uncle under the old locust tree, but at this time, after the uncle drank twice, he actually fell on his back and fell under the old locust tree.

Qingyang was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly ran over.

At this time, the whole village seemed to wake up in the midst of the two shouts of the uncle, and for a moment the screams of fear, the call for relatives, and the footsteps of the clansmen running and avoiding were intertwined, making the whole village full of panic.

Qingyang didn't care about the situation in the village, and ran straight under the old locust tree.

Passing by her own yard, she saw that her mother wanted to run out of the yard in a panic to find herself, so she hurriedly told her to return to the house, and then ran to the old locust tree.

When I came to the old locust tree, I saw that the scarlet in the sky was even more scarlet at this time.

And the uncle was lying on his back on the ground at this time, his face was pale, and even the scarlet color in the sky could not add a trace of blood to him.

Seeing this, Qingyang hurriedly helped him up, only to feel that he was cold all around, if it weren't for seeing him coming, the old man's eyes rolled, and he opened his mouth to speak, Qingyang almost thought that he was holding a corpse.

Letting the old man lie in his arms, Qingyang called softly, "Uncle! How are you! ”

The old man opened his mouth a few times, and finally spoke intermittently

"Red ~ moon, red moon extinction, heaven and earth ~ broken, fishy ~ wind everywhere. It's ~really~ here! ”

The voice was low, and if it weren't for Qingyang's ear power after cultivating, he would almost not be able to hear it.

After saying this, the old man took a breath and rested for a while, before he said intermittently, "Ah ~ Ah ~ Yang, old ~ ancestor ~ ancestor ~ once ~ once ......"

It was as if he was going to lose his breath at any time between words, which made Qingyang anxious, and hurriedly said, "Uncle, don't talk yet, take a rest first!" ”

The old man didn't know where to suddenly burst out of strength, grabbed Qingyang's arm, and said, "Qingxuan Ancestor once passed down a prophecy, after the catastrophe of the end of the law, the heavens and the earth will sink, the red moon will be in the sky, the scarlet will be everywhere, all living beings will be wiped out, there will be no one in ten, and I can't imagine that today is really coming." ”

Qingyang heard the old man's words, looking at the scarlet blood mist that was constantly pressing down at this time, it was still far away from the earth just now, but now it was approaching a lot downward, and his heart couldn't help but feel even heavier.

The old man continued, "I have been cultivating for decades, but I can only cultivate to the surface, and I can only use my full potential to dispel the depression in the village with the two sounds just now, but now it is up to you. ”

At this time, the old man's pale face turned blood-red, and he no longer had the same weakness as before.

Qingyang knew that this was a manifestation of returning to the light, and he couldn't help but feel even more sad in his heart, but what the old man said at this time was related to the life and death of the clan, so Qingyang had to listen to the grief.

"In the past few decades, I have continued to hand over the fist scripture passed down by the ancestors of Qingxuan to you, but unfortunately because of the advent of the end of the law, the aura of heaven and earth does not exist, and the blood of the ancestors is far away, no one can practice it, fortunately, you kid has perseverance, perseverance, and fate, and even cultivated when the aura of heaven and earth leaked out before the end of the world, and was able to draw qi into the body and reach the realm of skin refining, it should be able to survive this first red moon bloody wind and protect my Qing clan's bloodline!"

When the old man said this, his face was even more ugly, Qingyang didn't dare to interrupt him, and listened with tears in his eyes.

"Don't slack off, continue to cultivate, and organize the clansmen in the clan to cultivate, it is best to have a few more clansmen in the clan who have reached the skin refining realm when the Red Moon Fishy Wind reaches the ground. You have the prestige to fight the tiger before, and they should listen to you! ”

Qingyang nodded again and again, and said, "My grandson has written it down."

When the old man said this, he was already running out of oil and the lamp was dry, but he still forced himself to take a breath and continued, "Have you memorized the Taoist scriptures I recited in the morning?" After speaking, his eyes were full of hope, until he saw Qingyang nodding, his hands hung down as if he was relieved, and he turned his head to look at the clansmen running around in the village, his eyes were full of nostalgia, and he muttered to himself:

"Blood ~ Moon ~ See, Demon ~ Sin ~ Present, Wind ~ Cloud ~ Drama ~ Change, Mountain ~ River ~ Sadness ~ Song ......"

Before he finished speaking, there was no sound!

Qingyang was sad in his heart, but at this time, looking at the panicked situation of the people in the village below, he knew that this was not the time to indulge in grief.

At this time, the clansmen were too busy to take care of themselves, and naturally no one paid attention to the sacrifice of this old man.

Therefore, Qingyang put the old man into the hollow of the locust tree, this locust tree does not know how many years, there are five or six people surrounded by thick as thick, the bottom of the tree hole is the place where the children in the clan play on weekdays, and it happens to be the resting place of the old man at this time.

After putting the old man away, Qingyang used his strength to knock down the old man's house next to the locust tree and bury the tree hole.

Last night, Qingyang hurriedly ran to his home, looking up at the sky as he ran, only to see the red moon hanging in the sky, scarlet blood mist gushing continuously, and then dispersed in all directions, as if a huge blood-red giant umbrella was about to envelop the earth.

At this time, the blood mist was still extremely far away from the earth, and at this speed, Qingyang estimated that it would take more than ten days for the scarlet blood mist to reach the land of Shenzhou.

In the past ten days, I don't know how many people have been able to draw qi into the body and cultivate to the realm of cultivating skin.

When they came to the courtyard, they saw that Qingyuan was still appeasing Qing's mother, and when they saw Qingyang coming back, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Qingyang said hello to the two, and then said, "The uncle under the old locust tree is dead, you all heard the two cheers just now, they were from his old man's house, and those two cheers consumed his life." ”

Qingmu and Qingyuan were both a little sad when they heard it, but at this time, the world had changed greatly, Qingyuan had been comforting Qingyang's house because Qingyang had gone out before, and Qingyang was also worried about his family when Qingyang came back at this time, so he immediately said goodbye and left.

"Ah Yang, what the hell is going on, why did the sky suddenly become like this!"

Qingyang looked at A-Niang's worried and frightened look, and couldn't bear to tell him the truth that his uncle said, so he had to go over at will.

Seeing that she was still panicked and restless, Qingyang thought of the quiet and peaceful feeling that her uncle had given her when she recited the ancient scriptures, so she sat down cross-legged and began to recite the ancient scriptures in the same tone that her uncle had recited.

[At 18:00 in the afternoon, there is another chapter for Ye's Qingyang]