Hearing this, Lin Qiye frowned slightly.

Gatekeeper on the Moon?

On the moon, the only one who owns the [Mortal Divine Realm] can only be the Seraph Michael... But why does Chen Yangrong call him the "Gatekeeper"?

And judging from Chen Yangrong's reaction, he seems to be very afraid of the [Mortal Divine Realm]?

Lin Qiye's golden pupils were burning. He raised the Zhanbai in his hand and chopped off one of Chen Yangrong's arms. The latter's expression twisted violently, and he seemed to be in more pain than before. Blood spurted out, but this time, Chen Yangrong's arm did not regenerate like his head.

efficient!

A hint of clarity flashed across Lin Qiye's furious eyes.

Although he didn't know the reason, the "miracle" created by the [Mortal Divine Realm] seemed to be able to curb the power of the giant beast's corpse to a certain extent?

"Damn it! Damn 'miracle'!" Chen Yangrong looked at his bloody shoulder, turned to look at Lin Qiye, his expression extremely angry.

As if sensing Lin Qiye's threat, the flesh and blood covering his stomach wall suddenly twisted. Chen Yangrong forcibly pulled out his hands and grabbed Lin Qiye in front of him in mid-air!

Blood-colored tentacles surrounded by thunder shot out from the surrounding stomach wall, crossed the deep sea water, and pierced towards Lin Qiye's body at an astonishing speed!

Lin Qiye held [Zhan Bai] in his hand and disappeared into the void. The world around him faded into black and white. He shuttled through it like a ghost, avoiding all the thunder tentacles.

Feeling the fluctuations in Chen Yangrong's aura when he made his move, Lin Qiye felt a little surprised.

Chen Yangrong's strength seems to be much lower than his own level?

Lin Qiye clearly remembered that when Chen Yangrong released the pressure of his realm before, he was at the peak of the "Klein" realm, but now it seems that the strength of his attack is just at the level of an ordinary "Klein", which is far less oppressive than Lin Qiye thought.

After thinking about it carefully, Lin Qiye figured out the reason.

Chen Yangrong's realm came entirely from the residual power in the corpse of the giant beast. His so-called "four days close to miracle" was nothing more than the powerful feeling generated when the power in the giant beast poured into his body. In addition, his mind had long been controlled by the corpse of the giant beast, and he had completely lost his mind. He subconsciously exaggerated the power of the Cthulhu gods, which led to his previous arrogance.

The most crucial point is that Chen Yangrong is just an ordinary fisherman who has not even awakened the Forbidden Ruins. Even if his realm is forcibly raised to "Klein", he has nowhere to display it. The most he can do is to control the remaining corpse of the giant beast to attack, which is completely not at the same level as the normal "Klein" realm.

Thinking through all this under the erosion of the red moon, Lin Qiye only felt that his thinking was becoming increasingly sluggish. Instead, he felt a strong confidence in his own strength, as well as a rising murderous intent.

Lin Qiye took a step out of the void, passed through the tentacles in the sky, and came in front of Chen Yangrong.

In the surging black sea water, blood-red electric arcs moved like water snakes. Lin Qiye's eyes turned red. He ignored the surrounding environment, holding the [Zhanbai], and took Chen Yangrong's head at an astonishing speed!

He wants to kill with one blow!

A hint of mockery emerged in Chen Yangrong's eyes. Suddenly, hideous flesh balls grew out of his body, squirming madly. Blood-red eyeballs opened and stared straight at Lin Qiye who rushed in front of him.

Their gazes condensed into substantial beams of light, which shot out like blood-red thorns, instantly piercing through Lin Qiye's body, leaving dozens of bloody holes!

Blood spurted out from the wound, like a gorgeous red spider lily blooming silently in the dim sea water. Lin Qiye, who was just a hair's breadth away from taking off Chen Yangrong's head, groaned and lost his strength. As the blood surged, he began to sink uncontrollably in the sea water...

It was not until this moment that the rage and madness in his eyes faded a little, and a trace of clarity was restored.

Damn it! He's losing his mind again!

After figuring out the reason why Chen Yangrong was weak, Lin Qiye's inner confidence was infinitely magnified to the point of arrogance. Under his manic thoughts, he directly chose a brutal frontal attack...

He had lost his mind and did not realize that no matter how weak "Klein" was, "Wulian" could not easily deal with him.

What's more, this is inside the body of a giant beast. For Chen Yangrong, this is his absolute home court. Blindly attacking without thinking is undoubtedly a way to death.

It's too late to realize this now.

Chen Yangrong's attack just now had severely injured Lin Qiye. These blood holes pierced his body, restricting his movements to a great extent. Moreover, based on the horrific bleeding speed, it wouldn't be long before Lin Qiye would die from excessive blood loss.

Chen Yangrong sneered at Lin Qiye who was gradually sinking in the blood mist, stretched out his hand and clenched it towards him again.

Dense tentacles stirred in the sea water at an astonishing speed. Huge and turbulent whirlpools surged in the huge stomach wall of the giant beast. Blood-red thunder wandered on the surface of the whirlpools, like hideous lightning millstones, rapidly drawing Lin Qiye's figure into them.

Under the turbulent water flow, Lin Qiye couldn't keep his body steady at all, and flew uncontrollably towards the nearest whirlpool.

At this moment, a deep blue figure quickly swept across the sea, shuttled between the blood-red thunder, stretched out his arms, and firmly hugged Lin Qiye's body!

The warm and soft touch touched Lin Qiye's back.

Lin Qiye turned around and saw Galan looking at him with a smile. Her black hair was tied with a red rope and she was slowly floating in the water. Her black gemstone eyes were as bright as stars.

In the deep sea, Jia Lan opened his mouth, his lips moved slightly, and he said four words silently:

——Be flexible.

A ray of light flowed from Galan's body into Lin Qiye's body.

The gurgling blood stopped flowing, and the wound that was being corroded by the sea water solidified. Under the erosion of the red moon, the chaotic and manic consciousness suddenly became clearer than ever... His body seemed to be frozen in this moment forever, and no external factors could affect his body.

【immortal】.

She gave [Immortality] to herself? !

Having lost the blessing of [Immortality], Galan is now just an ordinary person. Under the strong feeling of suffocation and the oppression of the deep sea, her face has turned visibly pale.

Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly contracted. Without the slightest hesitation, he opened his mouth and chanted into the sea water:

"A cool breeze blows in the autumn night, clearing the air and warming the turbid air!"

A breeze gushed out from the void, dispersing the thick sea water around him and wrapping up Galan behind him. The fresh air poured into Galan's nostrils, and her pale face regained a hint of color.