Li Lingge took a step forward and stood in front of Wei Xiang, with chaotic energy flowing around him.
"A dignified Grand Elder actually took over the body of a disciple and sneaked into the secret realm. How shameless!"
"Ignorant child." Song Ziming sneered, "I once saw in ancient books that the Moon Clan recorded that the Heart of the Moon could help break through the shackles of the Divine Court. I have been searching for it for eight hundred years. This Heart of the Moon deserves to be mine!"
Only after entering the Divine Palace did he realize that even the gods in the Divine Palace could not be at ease.
Only by breaking free from the shackles of the Divine Court and becoming an ancient god can one escape the fate of being a chess piece.
Li Lingge had not expected that Wei Xiang's activation of the altar would actually attract the Grand Elder of the Fuyao Sect.
"You knew the Moon Clan's altar was here, so you took over the disciple's body just to wait for the moment the altar would be activated?"
"Indeed!" Song Ziming stroked his beard, a hint of pride on his face. "The Moon Clan's altar can only be activated by the descendants of the Moon Clan. I've waited eight million years, and finally it's here!"
He stopped talking nonsense, and the phantom of the Dharma image raised his hand and pressed it down. The spiritual power of heaven and earth instantly erupted, and a giant black palm that covered the sky and the sun slammed down!
The sky and the earth suddenly changed color!
The moment the giant black palm that covered the sky and the sun pressed down, the sky of the entire secret realm was distorted.
The clouds were torn into pieces, spider-web-like cracks appeared in the void, and the violent flow of spiritual energy crushed the mountains within a hundred miles into dust.
Before the giant palm arrived, the terrifying air pressure had already caused the altar to begin to collapse.
Wei Xiang's snow-white robe rustled, her hair danced in the strong wind, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the moon-patterned jade stone under her feet.
Li Lingge's pupils suddenly shrank. Although Wei Xiang had also broken through to the God Lord realm, the God Lord blessed by the power of the Divine Court had already transcended the ordinary God Lord realm.
The power of this palm is enough to crush ten ordinary gods into meat paste!
At this critical moment, the moon pattern on Wei Xiang's forehead suddenly bloomed with dazzling light, and a drop of blood containing moonlight from her fingertips fell onto the altar.
Tick!
The moment the blood bead touched the altar, the entire Moon Clan ruins shook violently!
"The new moon returns to the ruins!"
The entire ruins shook violently, and the ruined buildings suddenly lit up with silver light.
Her cold voice echoed between heaven and earth, and a barrier of extremely pure moonlight rose from all around the altar, unfolding like a sky curtain, blocking the giant black palm out!
If Song Ziming showed up before the altar was activated, she really would have no way to deal with him.
But if the altar has been activated, then being in the Moon Clan will be her home turf.
The giant palm collided with the moonlight barrier, causing a deafening roar.
The air waves surged and the void twisted, but the seemingly thin barrier remained motionless. The bright moonlight flowed like water, dissolving all of Song Ziming's divine power.
"What?!"
Song Ziming's pupils suddenly shrank, and a look of horror appeared on his face for the first time.
His palm strike was enough to crush an ordinary God Emperor, but it was blocked by a moonlight barrier?
What shocked him even more was that the entire ruined buildings in the ruins were now all lit up with silver light!
The broken stone pillars, collapsed temples, dried-up spirit pools, and the moon patterns on all the ruins came to life, emitting an ancient and vast aura.
"Is this the true power of the Moon Clan?"
Li Lingge's eyes were shaken as he looked at Wei Xiang.
She stood in the center of the altar, her body bathed in moonlight, her hair moving without wind, her clothes fluttering like snow.
A pair of beautiful eyes have turned into pure silver-white, without a trace of impurities, as if the real Moon Goddess has descended to the mortal world.
"Do you think a mere barrier can stop me?"
Song Ziming's Dharma image suddenly twisted and deformed, and his originally turbid old eyes suddenly burst out with a terrifying black light.
The black light squirmed like a living thing, and in a blink of an eye it covered the entire face. The originally immortal appearance became hideous and terrifying.
"Is this demonic energy?!"
Wei Xiang's pupils suddenly shrank, and the moonlight on his fingertips trembled unconsciously.
Li Lingge suddenly clenched the Xuanyuan Sword and couldn't help but question.
"As a Divine Lord in the Divine Court, you dare to practice magic skills privately!"
Hehehe!
Song Ziming's laughter was like the friction of sandpaper, and the black mist around the Dharma image suddenly turned blood-red.
"What's the difference between the righteous and evil paths? As long as I can achieve the supreme path, it doesn't matter if I fall into the evil path!"
His skinny hands suddenly formed a strange hand seal, and his ten knuckles made a teeth-grinding crackling sound.
In an instant, the sky of the entire secret realm suddenly darkened, and a blood moon appeared out of thin air!
"Blood Prison Seals the Sky!"
The blood-red sky fell like a waterfall, instantly covering an area of thousands of miles.
The mountains melted in the blood, the rivers turned into pus and blood, and countless monsters exploded into blood mist before they could even wail.
The Fuyao Sect disciples who were watching from a distance suddenly hugged their heads, black blood oozing from their seven orifices, and those with weaker cultivation were directly blown into pieces!
"What's going on?!"
"My divine power is actually reversing!"
"Brother, save me, save me quickly!"
Looking around, they saw the surroundings covered by a blood-red sky, and they had no idea which direction they should escape.
"Follow me to break this barrier!"
A direct disciple of the Holy Realm managed to keep his sanity.
It is impossible to escape at this time unless the barrier in the sky is destroyed.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the barrier formed by divine power around him shattered.
With a scream, his body turned into part of the blood mist in the air.
Streams of blood mist surged into Song Ziming's body, and his Dharma image expanded in the blood moon.
"This blood prison barrier can even trap and kill true gods, let alone you!"
The moonlight barrier condensed by Wei Xiang vibrated violently, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the surface.
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