Maybe I shouldn't die.

Judging from the meaning of these words, there must be some inside story that they are not aware of.

Zhu Qing'an and Fang Yue looked at each other.

Based on their trust in Fang Xi, the two sisters decided to wait and see how things develop.

Well, we still need to be vigilant.

Whether it is the formation or the talisman cannon, they are all in a state of readiness - as long as the mind moves, the attack can be launched at any time.

Didn't wait long.

When Wu Qian finished performing the entire set of sacrificial dance, the blood moon in the sky began to move unusually.

Fang Xi also spoke at this time:

"The aura of heaven reappeared on the blood moon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the monster's roar.

"How is it possible? Hasn't the power of Heaven been completely devoured by me? How could there be any left?"

None of the monks present paid any attention to the roar.

In addition, Fang Xi reinforced the laws that trapped it just in case - to ensure that even if the monster suddenly attacked, it would not be able to escape.

Such behavior is also necessary.

Because in the next second, the monster rolled over and screamed madly as if it had been subjected to some severe torture.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

The shrill cry could be heard from far away.

"A bit noisy."

Fang Xi muttered something, then waved his hand and a soundproof cover appeared, covering the area where the monster was.

The noise disappears and your ears are quiet again.

Then he stared at the monster for a while, and after confirming that it couldn't break free no matter how hard it struggled, he looked away and placed his gaze on the full moon.

After the breath of the laws of heaven appeared, the color of the blood moon began to change, and the originally rich color began to fade.

The black layer in the deep red was removed, leaving only bright red, and even the moonlight turned pink.

It's like the color of diluted bright red.

The evil aura that originally appeared along with the blood-red moonlight began to fade away little by little, and the atmosphere outside the formation became a little warmer.

warmth?

The two sisters looked at each other again, and saw doubt in each other's eyes. Then they turned their gazes to Fang Xi at the same time and asked her:

"Can you feel the changes in the moonlight?"

She is also the way of heaven, so she should be more sensitive in this regard.

This is indeed the case.

Fang Xi nodded without any hesitation and said:

"The negative aura belonging to the monster has disappeared, leaving only the aura of the way of heaven and the extremely pure aura of origin."

What she didn't say was that these original auras might also belong to a monster, but not the current monster, but the ancient heart used to refine the full moon.

Even judging from the cleanliness of the aura, it must have been thoroughly purified before or during the refining process.

Only the pure origin remains.

This is something that can only be done with world-class power, and it requires a powerful world. At least she can't do it now.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh:

"This world must be very powerful."

Fang Yue and Zhu Qing'an didn't know the inside story, so naturally they didn't know why she suddenly had such emotion.

But it is undeniable that this is true.

They also nodded and said:

“It’s a powerful world indeed.”

Even if the world consciousness is swallowed up, there is still a way out.

The ideas are different, but the conclusions are the same.

During this short period of communication, something strange happened again.

When the color of the full moon changed to a certain degree, it suddenly stopped.

The suppressed black seemed to have sensed something and began to stir, trying to eat back.

In the moonlight that had become clear, an ominous aura began to revive.

"The power of heaven is not enough."

Fang Xi frowned and spoke.

But before she could continue speaking, Wu Qian over there made another move.

He rose from his kneeling position and resumed his sacrificial dance.

No, this time the action was slightly different from the previous ones. There were even dots of spiritual light scattered along with the action.

At the same time, the power of heaven on the full moon seemed to be replenished and continued to eliminate the black demonic power.

The ominous atmosphere around also subsided again.

But the opposite is true:

Wu Qian's shadow began to fade little by little.

"He is sacrificing himself to heaven and earth."

At this moment, all the doubts he had before disappeared completely, and Zhu Qing'an's expression became extremely solemn.

There was a hint of guilt in his eyes.

He felt guilty for suspecting that the other party had something to do with monsters.

Although she would still have doubts if time could go back, this did not prevent her from feeling guilty after learning the truth.

Fang Yue, Fang Xi and even most of the disciples in the formation thought so.

Fang Xi even thought about it a little more, she said:

“He was born into this world.”

Only the creatures that belong to this world, or in other words, only the witches born from this world can sacrifice themselves to the world.

A world that could give birth to such a powerful being must have once been an extremely prosperous world, but now it is reduced to desolation.

What a sad ending.

The monks present had dealt with monsters many times, so they naturally thought that the most likely cause of such an outcome was the invasion of monsters.

Witnessed the tragedy that happened hundreds of thousands of years ago.

The monks present couldn't help but feel an indescribable sadness in their hearts.

This sadness is a bit too strong.

"It's...crying."

Fang Xi suddenly spoke.

"It was speaking to me of grief, the grief of the last child dying."

Except for Fang Xi, who is also the world's heavenly way, no one can understand this kind of confession, but the sorrow that can unconsciously infect the hearts of all cultivators is real.

This is not a conversation they can participate in.

None of the cultivators spoke, and Fang Xi continued to listen, occasionally saying a word or two.

"Do you need my help?"

"Okay, what can I do?"

"it is good."

"There's no rush for reward. I'll give it to you when there's a chance."

……

Based on just one or two sentences, it is impossible to guess more of the inside story, but Fang Yue and Zhu Qing'an know.

Fang Xi will tell you what can be said later.

Therefore, their eyes were not focused there, but most of their attention was focused on the changes on the altar and the blood moon.

As the witch's sacrificial dance came to an end, Wu Qian's entire shadow became extremely transparent, but he had no intention of stopping, and white spots of light continued to scatter.

Until the last action is completed.

The phantom completely dissipated, and the black color on the blood moon was completely wiped out.

Before he dissipated, he seemed to still have a satisfied smile on his face, and his eyes were full of piety to the way of heaven.

The last living being died.

The atmosphere of grief became more intense, and blood rain fell from the sky.

It seems to echo that sentence.

This world is crying.