The Trick of Longevity, Paper-cutting Becomes a Spirit

Chapter 456 Red Moon
Divine Court.

Somewhere, a void that no one knows about.

A rectangular hall.

The main hall is about twenty feet wide.

More than a thousand feet long!
There is not a single door or window around the main hall.

The completely enclosed hall was illuminated by a dim light coming from nowhere.

In the dim light, you can still see it.

The walls on the left and right sides are covered with paintings.

All the paintings, almost identical in size and shape, were neatly arranged in several rows on the wall.

At a glance, there is almost no end to the paintings on the two walls.

After a while, a patrolling man in black came here and glanced at the picture.

[Estimated red pool potential points: 3800000000]

He has a green face, wears twelve crowns on his head, wears a crown suit, stands on a red saddle, and sits upright.

[From the twenty-three realms]

……

Then, he unfolded the scroll again, picked up his pen, and wrote four lines in the blank space of the scroll:

In the night sky, stratus clouds surged.

[Red pool points: 1117520]

[Red Moon: Not Coming]

[Paper-cutting figure: Lu Qian]

We don’t know the time and place of creation.

……

"Ming Gong Tu".

Suddenly, in one of the vast "Ming Gong Pictures", the words on the picture refreshed and changed.

A small boat suddenly shuttled out of the clouds.

The man in black held the "Ming Gong Diagram" in his hand, came to the imperial steps, bowed and said: "Emperor, after the twenty-third term, the red moon will rise."

[Red Moon: Not Coming]

Then he hung the painting again.

Yudong Road.

The God Emperor sat on the throne and did not move. He stretched out his hand and the "Ming Gong Diagram" held by the man in black flew to his hand.

These paintings, called "Ming Gong Tu", do not depict landscapes or figures, but rows of different characters and numbers.

"Yes."

Seeing this, the man in black took off the painting, rolled up the scroll, and then walked towards one end of the hall.

He stood under the hanging painting, staring at the text above, as if waiting for something.

The road to freedom is comfortable.

Get rid of worries.

[Paper-cutting skill level: level 10]

Great departure.

Act as a god as your own god.

On the back of each painting are written these three large gilded characters.

I saw the text on the screen saying:

There is a throne above the imperial steps.

The man in black held the scroll in his hand and stepped back, returning to the original position where the painting was hung.

After writing the four lines, the handwriting flashed, disappeared into the painting, and disappeared.

From time to time, the displayed content on these tens of thousands of "Ming Gong Pictures" will be "refreshed" and changed.

Sitting on the throne was a man ten feet tall.

After saying that, he threw the scroll back to the man in black and said, "Get ready to be introduced."

He unfolded the scroll and looked at it, then nodded and said, "That's right. The guys in the Immortal Ruins are about to be overwhelmed. This wave of red pool points comes at just the right time."

At the end of the hall is a royal staircase.

Some people in black clothes were patrolling on both sides of the hall, seemingly aimlessly, glancing at the pictures posted on the walls from time to time.

But he didn't just scan it as usual. Instead, he stared at the painting and looked at it carefully.

This small flying boat was filled with seven people and three ghosts.

Seven people, five men and two women, all wore Taoist robes from Qingxuan Temple.

The three ghosts were surprisingly Taoist Zhenru, Taoist Zhenhai and Liu Yuyan.

After the flying boat passed through the sea of ​​clouds, the old man standing at the front glanced down and said: "We are almost reaching Bianliang City. I hope we can catch up."

A woman standing behind him subconsciously looked up at the sky.

With a sad look on her face, she said: "The midnight hour is coming."

Taoist Zhenru, who was floating aside, said: "The Moon Worshiping Sect is nothing to be afraid of. The key is Lu Qian. Yu Tongzhao is no match for him."

The female Taoist sighed again and said, "Brother, head master, let's go faster."

The leader of Qingxuan Temple, Taoist Zhenmo, who was standing at the head of the flying boat, said nothing, but the flying boat under their feet was flying faster.

At this time, Liu Yuyan, who was at the back of the boat, suddenly said with a trembling voice: "If we...we go...can it be done? We...we can't beat that Lu Qian!"

Hearing her fearful words, a middle-aged Taoist said displeasedly: "What are you talking about? Senior Brother Mo and Yu Tongzhao join forces, plus the rest of us, there are still people in this world who can't deal with it?"

Liu Yuyan shrank her neck and did not dare to answer, but looking at her expression, it was obvious that she did not agree with what this senior brother said.

At this time, the female Taoist who spoke first spoke again: "Senior Brother Zhenru, I have never understood what the decrees of the Earth Immortals mean. Why do they want to kill the successors of the paper-cutting technique? Even if they kill that Lu Qian, what will happen with the coming of the red moon? what relationship?"

Taoist Zhenru thought for a while and said: "I don't know. But this is our only life-saving straw. No matter what, we have to try it."

At this moment, Taoist Zhen Mo suddenly changed his expression and said, "Oops, we're late."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

However, they looked far into the distance and soon saw a dilapidated city on the ground in front of them.

The capital of Dali Kingdom, Bianliang!

At this time, the central part of Bianliang City had completely collapsed. Although other parts were still barely intact, they were in a mess everywhere.

Ten miles away, a strong smell of blood hit his nostrils.

"Look quickly -"

At this time, someone suddenly let out an exclamation.

Everyone looked around and saw a scene they would never forget:
Outside Beicheng.

on earth.

Countless severed limbs, stretching for more than ten or twenty miles, were densely piled together.

The severed limbs were soaked in blood, and the entire land had turned red.

Further away, the ground was covered with a layer of black ash, a trace of burning.

The blood was mixed with the smell of burning corpses. After a long time, someone exclaimed: "This...how many people have died!"

"Look over there, the chariot."

"Hey, this person is...the emperor?"

"Zhao Heng is dead too!"

"Where's Yu Tongzhao?"

After the flying boat landed, everyone dispersed and searched. Everyone's face looked ugly.

Everyone looked at each other in shock, and after a while, someone finally said: "These people are all dead, the officers and soldiers, the Wentian Prisoners, the Moon Worshipers, and even the emperor are dead. That...that Lu Qian, is he dead?" "

Taoist Zhenru shook his head with an ugly expression and said, "It's unlikely."

They searched everywhere and found nothing that looked like Lu Qian's body.

It seems that he has left.

Liu Yuyan secretly glanced at Taoist Zhenru and breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief.

In the dark night sky, a dark cloud passed quietly across.

After the dark clouds passed, a faint starlight shone from the sky.

Feeling this starlight, everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked up to the sky.

After the dark clouds pass.

The night is dark and the sky is high.

The stars are dim and sparse.

"The hour...has passed..."

this moment.

Great distance from everywhere.

Jiangnan and Saibei.

Five Elements Island.

Wuqin Grassland, Linglong Inn.

Countless people stood under the thin starlight and looked up.

The sky is high and the color is dark.

Thick black as ink.

In the ink, there was nothing but a few stars.

The red moon has not yet arrived.

……

……

early morning.

A scorching sun is rising slowly.

There is a plain lake thousands of miles wide.

A dark sailboat was flying in the sky with backlight.

Wherever the ghost sail flew by, the calm lake water immediately boiled, and countless water monsters began to surge in the lake water.

The peaceful Pingyuan Lake may no longer be peaceful for a long time in the future.

On the bow of the ship, Lu Qian stood on the railing, quietly looking at the land and the peaceful lake beneath his feet.

behind him.

Zhao Xiaofeng, Wang Zirong, Qinglin, Baitan, Heiwa.

Zuo Qiuling, Jing Yanxiu, Ji Siyu, Ruyue, Ruyan, Qin Yingying, Guo Tuan, Du Guoguo, Ao Lanxi, Zhong Simei.

Everyone stood in awe, looking at Lu Qian's back.

When Lu Qian told them the truth about Hong Yue, they were all stunned.

The word "unbelievable" was written all over everyone's faces.

[Red Moon: The red moon is in the sky and can kill all living creatures, undead, half-ghosts and all their derivatives in this world. The master of paper-cutting can control who Red Moon kills and choose to leave seeds for this world. After the red moon comes to the world, the passage to ascension opens]

In other words, as long as Lu Qian cuts out the red moon and releases it—

The red moon will come!

When the red moon comes, it will destroy everything in this world.

Humans, demons, ghosts...including half-human and half-ghost.

Only the master of paper-cutting can choose some humans and demons to stay as fire to maintain the next round of reproduction of the world.

The master of paper-cutting can ascend to the divine court through the red moon.

To be precise, it is the ghost of the master of paper cutting, who can ascend to the divine court.

……

After a long time, Zuo Qiuling said: "In other words, they actually got the answer when they went to the secret place under the sea this time. As long as they kill my husband, the red moon will not come."

Zhao Xiaofeng frowned when he heard this.

Ji Siyu said anxiously: "Kill...what's the use of killing my husband? As long as the paper-cutting technique is passed down, the red moon will come sooner or later."

Qin Yingying looked at Lu Qian with worry on her face and asked, "Ms. sir, have you...have you decided? Will you cut out the red moon?"

After hearing Qin Yingying's question, everyone present fell silent.

They looked at Lu Qian from behind, but no one spoke again.

Zuo Qiuling and Jing Yanxiu looked as usual.

Ji Siyu and Guo Tuo turned their eyes, wondering what they were thinking about.

After Zhong Simei listened to Lu Qian's story, her eyes widened and her mouth opened wide. She had not yet woken up from the shock.

Ao Lanxi, on the other hand, stood in a corner, looking into the depths of Lu Qian's eyes, but they were full of fear.

"Get rid of your worries."

"The road to freedom is comfortable."

She understood the two new revelations that appeared on the "Picture of Creation and Acting as Gods".

Although Lu Qian didn't say it directly, she had already guessed that he needed to "take off" his physical body after ascending to the divine court.

And if Lu Qian really "takes off" his physical body, then they paper brides...

……

With a "pop" sound, a water column rose high from the water and shot towards the ghost sail in the air.

The water column actually shot up several feet high and hit the bow of Ghost Sail, breaking into countless water droplets and splashing away.

One drop of water happened to fall on Lu Qian's face.

Lu Qian stared straight ahead, with the walls of Huliu City clearly visible.

There was no expression on his calm face.

Water droplets fell on his cheeks, slowly sliding down and dripping on the bow of the boat.

(End of the book)

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