Since The Red Moon Appeared

Looking at her mother's disheveled hair, the slight excitement on her face, and the confident and meaningful expression, Lu Xin couldn't help but get a little excited. Regarding the question asked by his mother, the current him...hasn't too understand.

But anyway, he also heard a few key words and understood what his mother did.

No wonder, after seeing the test paper given to her by the old dean, she quickly left her side.

Did she pass that test paper, what did she see, and she was worried that she would not be able to make it?

All the arrangements, even setting up such a big game, are all to improve one's own strength?

In order to achieve this effect, she even did not hesitate to make herself so embarrassed...

In Lu Xin's heart, countless warm currents surged faintly.

He didn't know what to say, he just stared at his mother for a while, and then nodded slightly.

Sometimes because the emotions are too strong and I don't know how to express them, it will appear particularly calm.

But it seems that there is no need for Lu Xin to say anything special. Mom can understand his mood. She looked at Lu Xin's right hand quietly, pretending to be innocent, and said with a smile: "From now on, you must protect this A nail, its background is not small..."

"It was 'borrowed' from the tortured mother."

"Only such a nail can keep this palm on your body."

"..."

"The tortured mother?"

Lu Xin was slightly surprised, he had heard this name before, and it seemed to be one of the thirteen ultimates.

Mom actually went to her place to take out this nail?

Looking down at the palm, I found that the nail was not real, or illusory.

In his field of vision, it clearly passed through his palm, and where it passed, there were even bloody wounds.

Severe pain has been coming from the palm.

But apart from this pain, it doesn't feel that the palm is affected by anything else.

If you feel carefully, you will clearly feel that there is another spiritual body that does not belong to you, which is nailed into the palm of your hand.

Nails of the Tortured Mother...

Lu Xin had a vague feeling that this nail seemed to be of the same level as mother's scissors.

What is it like to be a mother in torture? Why is she willing to lend herself the nail?

And why did the mother come out of the dead hell embryo?

There are still so many questions I want to ask, but my mother has already turned around and said softly: "There are other things to deal with."

Lu Xin suddenly became alert and turned around.

The hell embryo has completely collapsed, and the twisted and depressing atmosphere around it is rapidly disappearing.

The fanatics in the stadium below also suddenly became silent.

Before they knew it, there seemed to be no trace of spiritual power in their bodies.

All of them became vegetative people one by one.

The father and younger sister were also standing blankly not far away. What happened just now was too abrupt, and the two of them were injured in the process of fighting against the pale hand, so that they didn't even dare to come over immediately , like two people eating melons watching from the side.

Until then, after confirming that there was no problem, my sister moved over in small steps.

He looked at Lu Xin vigilantly and worriedly, and didn't relax slightly until Lu Xin took her hand.

Then he tilted his small arms and looked at his mother next to him.

Mother was gently arranging her clothes, her slender fingers gently stroked Lu Xin's shoulders, the blood stains on her body disappeared little by little, her hair became delicate and tidy, and she took out the waste from the embryonic shell. He took off a shoe and put it on his foot lightly.

After such a tidying up, the sense of sophistication is back.

She looked at her younger sister's elegant smile, and then nodded slightly to her father, who boldly approached her.

The family stood side by side and looked at a place quietly.

In Tinder City, the sound of iron chains being dragged across the ground suddenly appeared, which was unusually clear.

He was slightly vigilant, turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and soon found that the sound seemed to be everywhere.

The surroundings and the entire Pyrosee City suddenly became silent.

It seemed that all the voices were suppressed by the sound of the iron chain dragging, and the two sides were not on the same level.

The remnants of Tinder who were fighting around the stadium, as well as the investigators and spies of various forces, all stopped abruptly.

They all heard the dragging sound of the iron chain, their mental strength was shaken, and a deep fear and awe arose in their hearts.

It was a strong sense of oppression stemming from the differences in life levels.

A kind of fear and awe derived from the physical level.

There were even many remnants of Tinder, their hearts were twitching at this moment, and they lowered their heads subconsciously.

They are afraid to look up, fearing that their gaze will bring a sense of disrespect to a certain being.

As for the members of the club, many people looked around curiously as if nothing had happened.

This physical awe seems to have little effect on them.

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"Gulu..."

Another voice sounded faintly.

That was the sound of a large amount of mental power rapidly contracting, and it sounded like water flowing quickly through a small hole.

In the distance, the army of hell suddenly disappeared, and the bloated bodies and chaotic flow of people also calmed down.

The three No. 2 replicas all had a reaction at this moment, stopped fighting, raised their heads slightly, and looked up into the sky.

Following them, Lu Xin saw three black chains locked on their spines.

Following these three chains, he saw more chains.

One by one, they hang down from the mid-air, like the surface of the sea floating upside down in the sky, with pieces of black algae hanging down.

These algae are densely packed, and each end is tied to the remaining armed forces of Tinder City and some residents. It looks like there is a certain existence, leading them like shepherds. The iron chains are like is the reins that herd them...

Looking up along the chain, Lu Xin saw a black shadow.

That shadow doesn't seem to be in this world, but is separated from this world by layers of thick glass.

Because too much glass is separated, only a black shadow can be seen vaguely.

He seemed to be wearing a black robe, with countless chains dragging around his body.

While he was moving, the chains collided with each other, making a clattering sound that drowned out the entire fire.

He walked over from a far away place, and he could vaguely see that his chains lead countless spiritual bodies, possessing various shapes and auras, some flying in mid-air, and some crawling on his back. Behind them, some swam like snakes. The only thing in common is that those spiritual bodies, like the residents of Pyroseed City, were bound by him with iron chains and led quietly.

He walked just like that, behind him was a sky full of spiritual bodies, looking at the real world gloomily through layers of glass-like barriers.

The first time he saw him, Lu Xin frowned.

He even felt dizzy in his brain, as if being squeezed by some kind of force, and the tinnitus began to worsen.

This intensified depression didn't disappear until the black particles in his eyes trembled slightly.

He narrowed his eyes, and looked at the shadow calmly again.

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The shadows of countless chains dragged all over his body, looking at Lu Xin through a layer of glass.

Beside him, countless mental bodies seemed to be frenzied, twisting and changing one after another, howling at Lu Xin.

Beside Lu Xin, his mother, father, and younger sister also stood up slightly.

The family looked at each other indifferently through the layers of glass that separated the real world from the illusory space.

At this moment, Lu Xin even felt a certain sense of crisis bursting from the bottom of his heart. The black particles in his eyes moved slowly and concentrated on his left hand. On the right hand, the spiritual body that was nailed by the nail of the tortured mother He also began to wake up, and was forced to helplessly appear on his right hand, making his right palm into a pale and weird, but equally powerful state...

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The sense of confrontation is increasing, and invisible spiritual forces seem to have intertwined and collided with several spaces isolated.

Whether it was the black shadow dragging the chain or Lu Xin, there was a faint feeling of impulsiveness.

In the hearts of both parties, it seems that there is a volcano under pressure, which is about to explode.

In this suppressed silence, everyone felt that the air was as dull as solidified, and they couldn't breathe.

Perhaps, such a confrontation can be ended without a fight?

Just when such thoughts flashed through Lu Xin's mind, the black particles in his eyes suddenly trembled violently.

"Shua!"

As if in his body, another him suddenly opened his eyes.

The gaze of the black shadow in another dimension had already made him feel abnormally dissatisfied.

At such a tense moment, he actually took the lead in attacking the black shadow with an angry and indifferent look.

Facing that black shadow, he became the first one to provoke.

"Wow..."

At the same moment, the black shadow also moved.

A black iron chain hanging beside him suddenly flew high, and with a sharp bounce, it was like a giant python, suddenly piercing through layers of space barriers, piercing through layers of glass-like space walls, straight They entangled Lu Xin's body.

"The chain of domination of the Cane Cane..."

At this moment, mother spoke in a low voice, her voice was extremely dignified.

With the help of some connection and tacit understanding with his mother, as well as the professional knowledge he has acquired through training, Lu Xin instantly understood.

This iron chain is the incarnation of the "dominant" power among the thirteen ultimate spiritual powers, and it is also the symbol of the Tibetan stick man's power.

With the scissors of the mother, the nails of the tortured mother, and the palm of the pale hand, all belong to the highest level.

Similarly, the power system represented by the Tibetan stick man in the thirteen ultimates is also very obvious:

dominate!

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"Woo woo woo..."

He looked at the chain, which was black in texture, and spots of red rust could even be seen on it.

But this seemingly ordinary chain gave him an indescribable sense of threat.

Anyone who comes into contact with this kind of chain will be entangled and become a spiritual slave of the Tibetan staff, who will never be able to resist.

"I come……"

Seeing the iron chain flying towards him, Lu Xin spoke in a low voice and took a step forward.

Knowing the horror of this iron chain, he stood in front of his family and raised his hand violently to grab it.

"Wow..."

He grasped the iron chain tightly with his left hand, the black particles in his eyes trembled suddenly, and the palm of his hand became pitch black.

He could even feel that there was a human-like roar coming from the iron chain.

After the black particles came into contact, it struggled like a python.

That kind of dark texture, and the sense of reality with spots of red rust, are quickly dissipating under my own touch.

Little by little, it lost its color and was close to transparent, as if it was completing the transformation from real to fake.

This is because the black particles are eroding its power.

But at the same time, all sorts of weird feelings arose in my body, and countless weird thoughts rose up, as if half of my will was yielding, wanting to obey that black shadow, completely obeying his will ...

This level of power confrontation actually depends on whether Lu Xin destroys the iron chain first, or the iron chain restrains Lu Xin first.

"snort!"

Faintly, there was a cold snort, and the staff Tibetans outside the space seemed to be slightly dissatisfied when they saw that Lu Xin had grabbed the iron chain.

Amidst the cold snort, countless iron chains suddenly fell down, piercing through the space, surging towards Lu Xin.