Chapter 615: Xu Qing's Forbidden Zone, the God-Children's Wailing

Their purple-red back armor, necks curved like half-moons, and triangular heads radiated waves of terrifying aura.

Their thick, six-legged frames, sharp claw-blades, and tails half the length of their bodies seemed capable of piercing through any obstacle, exuding a sense of horror.

In particular, rows of crimson spikes grew from their heads down to their tails, flashing with blood-colored light that echoed the red of the firmament.

These were the God-Children.

At this moment, they were rushing out from the deep pits that had appeared in the Kusheng Mountain Range, spreading across the entire mountain range in all directions.

Chaos, madness, and hunger were fully embodied in them.

Wherever they passed, all things became their food; especially after smelling the scent of blood-flesh, these God-Children revealed greed in their eyes and, following the scent, charged toward a sect and a city within the Kusheng Mountain Range.

Looking down from the sky, the earth seemed to have been swept by a red tide, spreading rapidly; for a time, the chilling roars shook the mind and spread across heaven and earth.

Every cultivator who heard it was terrified, and every mortal who heard it was filled with dread.

Facing all this, both mortals and cultivators knew clearly that they could not escape.

Thus, a great battle was about to unfold in this Kusheng Mountain Range.

One by one, the formations of various factions were activated, and one by one, the cultivators let out shouts, wanting to block these fierce and evil beings.

In particular, the Shoufeng Clan mobilized their entire force, standing in battle array.

In the distance, the red tide came madly, and many God-Children within it, stimulated by the scent of blood-flesh, had already leaped up, baring fangs and brandishing claws, ready to charge.

Yet, just as the cultivators of the Kusheng Mountain Range were trembling in body and mind, having made all preparations, and the battle was on the verge of breaking out, a cold snort came from the firmament; this snort carried heaven-shaking might, landing in the ears of all living beings like heavenly thunder, causing everyone to lose their composure, and before horror could rise in their hearts, those God-Children, who were like demons, suddenly trembled one by one, raising their heads to let out miserable, shrill roars toward the sky.

But these roars were of no use.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had descended from the sky, covering the entire Kusheng Mountain Range, forming a massive pressure that landed upon these God-Children.

A booming sound erupted in an instant; the back armor of countless God-Children collapsed, and amidst their screams, they were directly crushed into meat paste, their flesh and blood mangled, collapsing and exploding, with fewer than one in ten surviving.

The entire Kusheng Mountain Range shook violently, and the cultivators within the various sects and factions all had their eyes widened, their hearts in turmoil.

They instinctively looked up at the three figures appearing above the firmament; the one who had acted was the old gentleman in the center.

"Mo Gui."

The Heir spoke calmly, and the void beside him twisted instantly; the figure of Ancestor Mo Gui shifted over in the blink of an eye, and upon appearing, he immediately knelt and loudly accepted the order.

"This junior is here!" The appearance of Mo Gui caused the cultivators of the Kusheng Mountain Range to immediately cast their gazes toward him; most of them had seen Ancestor Mo Gui, as his reputation was, after all, second to none in the entire Kusheng Mountain Range.

"Deal with the remaining beasts."

"I obey the decree!" Mo Gui spoke loudly, his heart filled with immense excitement and a deep sense of security; he immediately descended to the earth and, using his reputation, directly took command of all the sects in the Kusheng Mountain Range, beginning an orderly extermination.

As for the Heir and Princess Mingmei in mid-air, they did not stay here but left, taking Xu Qing with them.

When they appeared, they were already at the source where those God-Children had emerged.

This was a massive deep pit, within which red light flickered, and muffled roars came from inside, sounding like a heartbeat, which turned into booming sounds when they reached the outside.

The Heir and Princess Mingmei looked down from afar.

Xu Qing followed behind, his gaze also falling into the deep pit; throughout the flight here, he had seen too many God-Children, and although countless had been shattered by the Heir's cold snort earlier, there were still many God-Children here, continuously roaring as they emerged from the deep pit below.

"Xu Qing, leave these on the periphery to you. With your current combat strength, holding out for a period of time is no problem; consider this a tempering for you."

After the Heir finished speaking, he looked at Princess Mingmei beside him.

After Princess Mingmei nodded, the two stepped out simultaneously, heading straight for the deep pit, diving into it and moving toward the depths.

Xu Qing did not hesitate; after the Heir and Princess Mingmei left, he looked down at the red tide continuously surging below, his gaze turning cold.

His presence immediately drew the attention of the God-Children on the ground; the craving for blood-flesh was the instinct of these God-Children, and it seemed that in their perception, the concept of fear was difficult to trigger, with chaos and madness being more prevalent.

The aura on Xu Qing's body also seemed even sweeter, so their madness intensified, and amidst shrill roars, they rushed straight toward Xu Qing.

Their bloodlines could ignore many cultivators' techniques, their speed was astonishing, and the divine fluctuations on their bodies were enough to break through any obstacle, especially their vitality, which was tenacious to the extreme.

At this moment, charging toward Xu Qing from all directions, Xu Qing remained expressionless; his pupils, reflecting the red tide on the ground, did not turn red but instead transformed into a pitch-black void.

"Right here, let me test my growth during this period."

Xu Qing murmured as he looked at the earth; wherever his gaze went, a large area of the ground instantly twisted, becoming blurred, as the heterodox energy of the Poison Prohibition erupted within it with a boom.

And the dozens of God-Children within this range immediately let out miserable wails, their bodies rotting visibly to the naked eye.

The heterodox energy from the Poison Prohibition had allowed Xu Qing to plunder the origin of the Red Mother back then, from which it could be judged that its status was superior to the Red Mother.

Right now, this was a better verification; these offspring of the Red Mother, apart from being chaotic and mad, were also permeated with the Red Mother's heterodox power, but now... under Xu Qing's Poison Prohibition, they could not resist.

Amidst the booming sounds, these dozens of God-Children screamed miserably and turned into pools of blood.

This scene also stimulated the other God-Children, so more God-Children rose into the air, whistling toward Xu Qing.

Xu Qing's expression remained as usual as he raised his hand and waved; the Jin Wu totem on his body immediately came to life, forming in mid-air and letting out a low moan as black flames erupted instantly.

Within them, a spear surged out, carrying the aura of taboo and emitting terrifying fluctuations, rushing straight toward the surroundings; wherever it passed, the void shattered, heaven and earth boomed, and any God-Children that came close had their bodies collapse in an instant, until the spear landed.

The earth shook, and all God-Children within a thousand-foot range let out sounds of pain; their tough bodies were now incomparably fragile, and the divine fluctuations they prided themselves on were now suppressed. Everything seemed to be restrained, crushed with overwhelming force.

It was not that they were not strong; when facing cultivators, they possessed unique advantages, and the heterodox energy they contained could cause cultivators to be constantly polluted when facing them.

Even their blood was a deadly poison to cultivators, but... with Xu Qing, none of this had any effect.

When it came to poison, they could not compare; when it came to the status of heterodox energy, they were also inferior.

This was destined to be a slaughter.

As the booming sounds echoed, Xu Qing stepped into the herd of beasts; wherever his gaze went, the Poison Prohibition erupted, and wherever the Jin Wu went, the taboo destroyed everything.

Furthermore, the Mount Zhaoxia light shone outside Xu Qing's body; every time it swept out, all incoming attacks were wiped away, and countless techniques manifested within it, spreading outward.

From time to time, the shadow of the Ghost Emperor Mountain descended from the sky, suppressing all directions.

The Heavenly Dao Azure Dragon also rushed out from the void, roaring at those God-Children and devouring them madly.

Thus, among this group of God-Children, Xu Qing was like a messenger of death walking among them; the places he passed were filled with corpses, and incomplete ones at that.

The only pity was that there were no others around, so this scene could not be seen by outsiders; otherwise, they would surely be shocked to the extreme and feel deep trepidation.

It was truly because at this moment, Xu Qing did not look like a cultivator at all.

Set off by the Mount Zhaoxia light and the flashing of the taboo spear, his pitch-black eyes and his face without much expression made him seem like a god; even after an incense stick of time, this area became increasingly blurred, and the sense of distortion became incomparably strong, vaguely... this place was actually changing into a forbidden zone.

It was just that in the forbidden zones of the human world, it was the myriad races that suffered, but here, it was the God-Children that wailed.

Gradually, some God-Children began to tremble, not daring to approach; their fear rose infinitely, suppressing their instincts.

Watching all this, Xu Qing's expression was calm.

"These God-Children can only be restrained by divine arts; if there is no divine power, it is very difficult for cultivators to face them, because each one of them is a source of pollution."

"Then, let me try my Purple Moon power."

Xu Qing closed his eyes, and the next instant, drops of blood drifted out from his body; in the blink of an eye, Xu Qing's figure disappeared, enveloped by infinite blood, turning into a blood-colored vortex that rotated with a rumbling sound.

The Red Moon authority erupted within it, and a divine treasury rose and fell within the blood-colored vortex, finally erupting with a boom, forming a massive blood curtain that was about to descend upon the earth, covering all the God-Children here.

But just at this moment... the surrounding God-Children suddenly trembled violently one by one, the wails in their mouths disappeared, and they all lowered their heads, actually prostrating themselves directly toward the blood curtain transformed by Xu Qing, emitting cooing sounds.

This sound was very special; unlike their previous roars, it contained intimacy and submission.

The blood curtain in the firmament paused, and Xu Qing's face manifested within it; he looked at the tens of thousands of God-Children prostrating on the ground, lost in thought.

A moment later, Xu Qing's figure gathered in the sky and walked toward the earth, walking among these prostrating God-Children, and these God-Children became incomparably docile, like pets, even using their heads to rub against the path Xu Qing had walked.

"The Heir previously said that these God-Children were formed from the unnecessary substances released during the Red Mother's process of becoming a god; this statement might be a bit too general."

"They might not be the offspring of the Red Mother; specifically speaking, they should be the offspring of the Red Moon."

"They were formed from the impurities produced during the process of the Red Mother plundering the Red Moon."

A thoughtful look appeared in Xu Qing's eyes as he walked up to a God-Child and placed his hand on its head.