Chapter 425: throne

The blood moon was the size of a palm at the beginning, and it rose in the wind in just a few breaths, frantically swallowing the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth, and the blood light covered the sky and obscured the sun, reaching the size of the evening stars.
"My God!"
The praying believers were horrified to see that the first blood moon appeared again, the blood piercing people, piercing through the layers of clouds, and cutting toward the center of the evening star.
The light of the evening was torn apart, and the huge blood moon that had accumulated in layers blasted above the evening stars, stopping its slowly rising body forcibly.
Ding~
In the evening stars, a figure wearing a gorgeous and complicated long dress appeared. She raised her head and pointed her slender white fingers on the blood moon, and understatement the blood moon that came with her momentum was solidified.
Countless red sword qi storms suddenly erupted, exploding a huge gap in the evening stars, the perfect seat appeared imperfect, and the resonating world around him stopped.
"Here, the soul of the blasphemer will be burned forever under the abyss."
In the crisp and majestic voice, the light of the evening turned into her scepter and armor, blocking the aftermath of the red sword energy from the explosion, and the power of faith surged around, trying to mend the evening stars and continue the ceremony.
"Huang Huo, good luck. She hasn't formally conferred a god, she has been recognized by this plane."
Zhao Shi did not respond to her words, the red sword light fell, revealing him and the three surrounding women, as well as twelve golden core blood lotus guards wearing black gauze skirts and black delicate masks on their faces.
He looked at the familiar and enchanting face and made no secret of his murderous intent: "Your acting skills are very good, you completely hide it from me."
Belief kings develop very fast, but they are not afraid of them before they master the huge power of belief. Not to mention Zhao Shi, any king can kill her at the same level or even higher.
Zhao Shi knew the cause and effect the moment she touched the blood lotus sword formation.
"Daughter Beatrice, you have crossed the boundary, and your expedition world is not here. This is the territory of our eastern game world!"
Huang Huo pointed at the woman in the twilight light and said angrily: "Hurry up and get out of me."
Beatrice was unmoved and said indifferently: "All worlds are the land of gods, and the people of all worlds are my believers."
The light of the evening was released, and Faith Ocean turned into a sacred army to kill Zhao Shi under her order.
In the sky is the twilight angel holding a sword, and the ground is a charging holy knight, covering all sides, and there is nowhere to escape.
"She is in a different state in normal times. She is trapped by faith and cannot talk."
The anger on Huang Huo's face faded, full of disgust.
These kings of faith are not humans at all. They suddenly control this sea of ​​light from a small condensed realm monk that may rival the Nascent Soul monk. The power of belief has been immersed in her soul in this process, affecting her brain.
Zhao Shi only felt that the surrounding space was slightly frozen, which greatly restricted his movement.
The blood light of the blood lotus sword in front of him flashed, swiping around, the sense of solidification in the space disappeared, turning into a blood light and disappearing in place.
The next moment, the blood lotus sword plunged into the angel army, chopped the angels into pieces, and the spiritual light of faith dissipated.
Behind him, Chi Yaoyue and the others took a step forward, smashing through the crack opened by Zhao Shi, and a dozen red swords quickly slaughtered the surrounding angels and knights, blocking them to death.
Huang Huo once again turned into a dim golden flame dangling above Zhao Shi's head, slowly regaining the spiritual power in his body without participating in the attack.
The red swords are vertical and horizontal, and large tracts of the dusk army are cut off every moment, but the ocean of faith is almost endless, and there is no reduction in it. Zhao Shi and the others immediately replenish as many as they kill, and there is no effect.
"dead!"
The red light was shining, and the blood lotus sword turned into a dazzling blood-colored ray piercing the sacred figure among the evening stars, followed by fourteen red light spots.
"Twilight Shield Guard!"
Beatrice in the evening light looked at Zhao Shi indifferently, the evening light condensed, and three hundred tall warriors with large shields appeared beside her kneeling on one knee.
The red light was so sharp that it pierced the large shields and heads of hundreds of Twilight Shield Guards in an instant, leaving a small hole, and the Twilight Shield Guards stood there for a while and dissipated.
Ding~
The blood light stabbed on Beatrice's tall scepter, unable to penetrate, and immediately turned to the distance to refract, clearing a straight thin line that was dozens of miles long.
Going forward and following, the light in the twilight army that can't see the head, turned into countless red sword energy and exploded, clearing a large space, revealing Zhao Shi's frowning figure.
"Twilight Arena!"
In the words of majestic judgment, the light of dusk spread rapidly, covering the army, covering Zhao Shi and others, and covering the sky.
Looking up, there is no place in the sky but the brilliance in the evening, and the outside scene is missing.
They were in a wide arena, and they could see countless figures in evening robes staring indifferently on the separated stands.
Zhao Shi only felt his body sink, as if the pressure of the world was all on him, the mana and spiritual consciousness in his body were suppressed and weakened, and he fell into the realm.
This is already a meta-infant-level field without a doubt!
Belief in the king is so terrifying, with great future troubles, but today is Ningzhen, the next moment is Yuan Ying, this feeling is desperate.
Moreover, this was the interruption of the ceremonial deity, and the incomplete body was not recognized by the plane.
"Here, my golden giant Hels will judge your sins."
The ground vibrated, footsteps rumbling, and the huge inverted shadow covered Zhao Shi and others.
They could only see the giant black shadow hundreds of meters high in the sky, and the sound of his usual speech that shook the air with violent fluctuations.
With his appearance, the surrounding space solidified and could not move.
He is also a real Nascent Soul Rank powerhouse!
"Uh, did you kneel?"
The golden flame on top of Zhao Shitou whispered, she thought that Zhao Shi, who had always been insidious and unwavering, would be sure to kill him.
"No, the blood lotus sword has advanced to the magic weapon. My earth-level pinnacle sword intent has broken through, and it's only a short distance from the sky-level sword intent. I can break through naturally when I enter the Golden Core Stage."
"You can't beat the Yuan Ying stage before the Shuangtian level condensed stage."
"Yes, don't look at her as if she has control over everything. In fact, her spirit is still suppressing the ignorance of the Sea of ​​Light."
Zhao Shi responded, holding the blood lotus sword in his right hand and gently waving it in the air, like a young child dancing a wooden sword.
The sea waves, the sword intent of all things competing and killing is permeated.
The body of the giant holding the big axe stiffened, as if it had lost some kind of support, its body collapsed like a mountain, and the evening arena also collapsed.
A flower in front of Huang Huo and the others appeared in a world of light and dusk.
The twilight world is small and strong, composed of pure twilight light, which is as translucent as colored glass, and occasionally bright impurities are quickly eliminated.
The World of Light is dozens of times the size of the Twilight World, but it is muddy and chaotic, with light, love, strength, killing, money, tyranny, etc., everything in the world, all human desires, is muddled, and it is impossible to give birth to any one. Gods.
The majestic and sacred figure on the central throne of the Twilight World waved its scepter one after another. Under her command, the Twilight World was divided, surrounded, and concentrated. The Light World had no resistance and was swallowed up in a short time.
Just as the Twilight World was about to swallow up all the light worlds, the enchanting blond woman on the throne suddenly looked up, showing a look of horror.
A blood moon rose slowly from the sky, shattering the dusky glazed world that was entangled with the light world, and all the hard work was in vain.