I saw that the sun was actually covered by a blood-red red moon.

The red moon that covered the sun emitted a dark, evil, and destructive aura, making people unable to help but be captured at first sight.

Qingyang's mind was also captured by the evil Chi Yue at this time, but the nameless ancient scripture he practiced automatically operated, and the ancient Taoist scripture he read on weekdays also rang in his ears, stabilizing his mind.

After awakening, Qingyang trembled and looked at the red moon again, but saw that there was suddenly a blood-colored red mist around the red moon, spraying out into the sky like a fountain. In an instant, the sky was dyed red by the red mist, and the whole sky looked scarlet.

As the red moon continues to spray bloody mist, the blood mist that was originally shrouded in the sky continues to occupy and render the originally Qingming sky.

For a moment, the world was covered with bloody red, and it was extremely depressed. Qingyang wanted to call to relieve his fear, but he couldn't make a sound no matter what.

At this time, the world was silent. The sun was shining brightly just now, but the sentient beings in the world could no longer feel a trace of warmth. They could only be endless fear and despair, but they could not express a trace of stiffness in any case.

Just when Qingyang was in despair, he suddenly heard "Hmph! Ha!" Two sharp shouts, and when the two sharp shouts were heard, Qingyang felt the despair and fear suppressed in his heart instantly dissipated.

Turning his head toward the place where the shouting came was the uncle under the old locust tree. However, after two loud shouts, the uncle actually fell on his back and fell under the old locust tree.

Qingyang was shocked when he saw this and ran over quickly.

At this time, the entire village seemed to have woken up with two loud shouts from his uncle. For a moment, the screams of fear, the calls to relatives, and the footsteps of the tribe members running and hiding, making the entire village full of panic aura.

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

After passing by his own yard, he saw that his mother was panicked and wanted to run out of the yard to find him, so he quickly asked 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 intense.

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

Seeing this, Qingyang quickly helped him up, feeling cold all over his body. If it weren't for the arrival of him, the old man's eyes turned and he opened his mouth to speak, Qingyang would almost think that he was holding a corpse.

Let the old man lie in his arms, Qingyang whispered, "Uncle! How are you doing!"

The old man opened his mouth several times and finally spoke intermittently

"Red~Moon, the Red Moon destroyed the world, the world was broken, the fishy wind was everywhere. It was really here!"

The voice is low and if Qingyang had not increased his ear power after practicing, he would have almost no hearing.

After saying this, the old man took a breath, took a rest, and then said intermittently, "Ah~Ah~Yang, Lao~Zhao~Zhong~Once~Once..."

As if he was about to die at any time, Qingyang was anxious and quickly said, "Uncle, don't talk first, take a break first!"

But the old man suddenly burst out from somewhere, grabbed Qingyang's arm and said, "Ancestor Qingxuan once passed on a prophecy. After the Dharma-Ending Calamity, the heaven and earth fell, the red moon came to the sky, scarlet red everywhere, sentient beings died, one ten not existed, and I didn't expect that today would really come."

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

The old man continued to say, "I have been practicing continuously for decades, and I can only cultivate to the bottom of the ground. I can only use my full potential to dispel the depression in the village. Now it depends on you."

At this time, the old man's pale face turned blood red, and he no longer felt as weak as before when he spoke.

Qingyang knew that this was a sign of a return to the future, and he couldn't help but feel even more sad. However, what the old man said at this time was related to the life and death of the clan, so Qingyang had to endure the grief and listen.

"For decades, I have been giving you the boxing scriptures passed down by the ancestor Qingxuan. Unfortunately, because the Dharma-Ending Age has not existed, and the ancestor's bloodline is far away, so no one can practice it. Fortunately, your child has perseverance, perseverance, and opportunity to practice when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is leaking before the end of the world, and he can draw qi into his body and reach the skin refining realm. He should be able to survive this first red moon storm and ensure that my Qing family's bloodline is endless!"

When the old man said this, his face looked even more ugly. Qingyang did not dare to interrupt him, and listened with tears in his eyes.

"Don't slack off, continue to practice, and organize people in the clan to practice. It is best to have more tribe members in the clan who have reached the skin refining realm when the Red Moon Storm reaches the ground. You have the prestige of killing tigers before, and they should listen to you!"

Qingyang nodded repeatedly and said, "The grandson has written down."

When the old man said this, he looked like he was exhausted, but he forced himself to breathe a sigh of relief and continued to say, "Do you remember the Taoist scriptures I recited in the morning?" After saying that, his eyes were full of hope, and he drooped his hands as if he was relieved. He turned to look at the tribe members running and calling everywhere in the village. His eyes were full of nostalgia, and he muttered to himself:

"Blood~Moon~See, demon~See, wind~cloud~Spooky~Change, mountains~River~Sad~Song~Sad~Song~Song~Song~Song~Song~Song~Song~Song..."

Before he finished speaking, there was no sound!

Qingyang felt sad, but at this moment, he looked at the panic of the villagers in the village below, and knew that this was not the time to be addicted to grief.

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

Therefore, Qingyang put the old man into the cave of the locust tree. This locust tree has been for many years. It is as thick as five or six people. The hole at the bottom is a place where children in the tribe play on weekdays. It is a place where the elderly rest in peace.

After putting the old man down, Qingyang started to push down the old man's house next to the locust tree and buried the hole in the tree.

Last night, Qingyang hurriedly ran to his home, looking up at the sky while running, and saw the red moon hanging from the sky, scarlet blood mist gushing continuously, and then dissipated in all directions, as if a huge blood-red umbrella was about to cover the earth.

At this time, the blood mist was still very far away from the earth. At this speed, Qingyang estimated that the scarlet blood mist would take about ten days to reach the land of China.

I don’t know how many people have been able to lure qi into their bodies and practice to the skin training realm in the past ten days.

When they arrived in the yard, they saw Qingyuan still comforting Qing's mother. When they saw Qingyang coming back, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Qingyang greeted the two of them, and then said, "The uncle under the old locust tree is dead. You have heard the two shouts just now. They were made by him. Those two shouts have consumed his life."

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

"Ayang, what's wrong with this? Why did the sky suddenly turn into this!"

Qingyang looked at Ah Niang's fearful look and could not bear to tell him the truth that Uncle told him, so he had to stammer at will.

Seeing that she was still panicked and stood up uneasy, Qingyang thought of the quiet and peaceful feeling that his uncle gave him when he was reciting the ancient scriptures. He sat cross-legged and began to recite the ancient scriptures in the tone he was reciting when he was reciting.

[There is another chapter for Ye’s Qingyang at 18:00 pm]
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