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Chapter 487 Killing the Saint!

Chapter 487 Killing the Saint! (34)

You can't beat me!

Moro's roar was like a thunderbolt.

The rolling sound waves shook the entire world, making it tremble as if the heavens and earth were about to collapse under this roar.

An endless sea of blood, capable of dissolving everything and burying Luo Qian, poured forth.

One after another, vengeful ghosts rose and fell from the sea of blood, transforming into a tsunami that blotted out the sky and crashed down on Zhuang Boshi.

As Moro was repeatedly attacked, he became even stronger than before, and was able to make better use of the power of the High Saint.

The will of the sage is influencing him.

"It's just a fake! You can't be him, how could you possibly be him?"

Moro frantically tried to convince himself.

But the destructive aura emanating from that towering golden cudgel was absolutely genuine.

"Impossible! I've already hidden here, how could I still be bothered by this damn monkey?"

Moro was starting to lose sight of who he was, as memories of the High Saint kept surging within him.

Although Zhuang Boshi shattered the Netherworld Mountain with a single blow, he himself suffered in silence.

His hand, which was holding the golden cudgel, was constantly shrinking inward.

Even with Zhao Yingkong and her all-consuming power joining forces, they could only barely withstand the terrifying rune fluctuations.

Without being annihilated, he couldn't even hold onto the golden cudgel.

Even a Golden Core cultivator would find it difficult to fully wield the Golden Cudgel with their true essence.

Those two blows had completely depleted his true essence and divine power.

What is a true celestial artifact?

This is a true celestial artifact.

Even with his powerful combination with Zhao Yingkong, he could only barely wield the golden cudgel.

In the final battle of the original novel, how did the two Chu Xuans, with their fourth-tier bodies, clash with the Eastern Emperor Bell and the Investiture of the Gods?

This is not a weapon designed for the fourth tier at all!

"How much longer can you hold on?" Yang Jian appeared beside him without him noticing.

At this moment, Yang Jian's body was half solid and half illusory, but it was much better than when it was about to shatter completely.

"five minutes!"

Zhuang Boshi gritted his teeth and said, "But saying it will last five minutes is actually a bit optimistic."

"My energy is limited right now, so I can't use this stick for long!"

"Even if it's usable, I'll have to withdraw from her body, otherwise it'll be a situation where we both perish."

“Alright, I’ll let these five minutes last indefinitely,” Yang Jian nodded.

With a wave of his hand, Zhuang Boshi's condition improved considerably.

The true essence and divine power within his body also began to fill up.

Restart the range.

"There's such a thing?" Zhuang Boshi's confidence soared.

"Then I won't be afraid!"

Zhuang Boshi gritted his teeth, and the Myriad Tribulations Golden Core suddenly detached from his dantian and floated. The Myriad Tribulations Patterns on its surface moved wildly as if they were alive, and every line was shining brightly, reflecting a pure golden light in his pupils.

Click——

The moment the first fine crack appeared on the surface of the Golden Core, Zhuang Boshi felt magma explode in his bone marrow, and fragments of the disintegrating Golden Core surged into his meridians like golden meteors.

His muscles dissolved and burst in excruciating pain, and his blood vessels, glowing with a golden light, spread all over his body.

Golden Core! Self-Destruct!
The moment the golden elixir transformed into countless points of golden light, nearly a thousand times more powerful true essence filled his entire body, and the golden cudgel swelled to nearly a thousand feet under the infusion of true essence.

Small black holes appeared around the Golden Cudgel. By self-destructing his golden core, Zhuang Boshi had already started the second stage of the Golden Cudgel.

The black hole wrapped around the staff absorbed all the golden light, and each rune was emitting heat waves strong enough to incinerate the laws.

Next, he chopped down with the stick.

The almost endless sea of blood was cleaved in two by a single blow.

Upon contact with the aftershocks of true energy, the sea of blood, along with the vengeful spirits within it, evaporated directly into a white mist that blotted out the sky.

Just as Moro's dark runes began to condense in front of him, the golden cudgel crashed down with the force of splitting the heavens and earth.

The spiderweb-like black runes shattered layer by layer upon contact, emitting a crisp cracking sound, and countless shrill screams seemed to echo from the darkness.

Without a doubt, Moro was blasted into a cloud of blood mist by this attack.

Even the body stolen from the sage could not withstand the full force of the Ruyi Jingu Bang.

But the next moment, he, who had been reduced to fragments, had already restarted!
"Damn!!"

Moro was furious.

That anger wasn't just the anger of being driven into a corner.

Rather, it is a completely unfamiliar kind of anger—the anger of a higher life form after being offended by a lower life form.

That emotion was extremely abnormal, seemingly lurking within the runes.

That is the will of the High Sage.

He began to recover.

Give everything back to me.
+You need strength, I can give you strength.+
+Merge with more fierce ghosts+
+Gain more power+
Just as Moro was initially revived within Yama, Yama is now also beginning to revive within Moro.

"No, no! This body is mine!" Moro roared furiously.

But subconsciously, he began to merge with the vengeful ghost.

And he also began to constantly invade the past and the future.

One minute ago, three minutes ago
One minute later, three minutes later
Yang Jian's expression changed: "He's invading your past and future!"

Five minutes later, Zhuang Boshi was nearing his limit when Moro grabbed him and suppressed him under the Netherworld Mountain.

Three minutes ago, before Yang Jian could pull Zhao Yingkong and Zheng Zha out, Zhuang Boshi was bound by the Book of Life and Death and suppressed under the Netherworld Mountain once again.

The timeline keeps moving forward and backward.

Moro is sealing off their past, future, and all possibilities!
Every millisecond, every minute, every moment, Zhuang Boshi was being crushed by a giant mountain.

Just a minute ago, when Zhuang Boshi was about to be suppressed, he suddenly disappeared.

The giant mountain seemed to press down on nothing, and Moro roared, "Yang Jian!"

Because a link in the cause-and-effect relationship was broken, the terrifying giant mountain could not be traced back from the future to the present. But Yang Jian became even more ethereal: "I can only maintain the rewind for one minute now."

"You need to hurry!" The urgent urging struck Zhuang Boshi's nerves like a heavy hammer.

“I know!” Zhuang Boshi roared in response.

He exerted his strength suddenly, and the golden cudgel in his hand, carrying immense power, lashed out at Moro once again like a crashing meteor.

Wherever the staff passed, the air emitted a sharp, explosive sound. The space itself seemed unable to withstand this terrifying power, and cracks began to appear like fragile glass.

boom!
The blow landed squarely on Moro, and in an instant, a large area of space shattered completely, scattering like countless shards of glass.

Moro's body instantly turned into a series of bloody, mangled fragments, which scattered along with the debris in the space.

Blood spread like mist, dancing wildly in the shattered space.

The next moment, the shattered space began to recover rapidly, and the cracks healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Moro's body, which should have been shattered, was pieced back together in the blink of an eye, as if it were all just an illusion.

"How can this guy be so tanky!"

Zhuang Boshi cursed loudly.

Each strike was imbued with his full strength, capable of inflicting extremely serious damage on Moro, yet he was unable to kill him completely.

Moro was like an unkillable monster, and he was spinning the top around relentlessly.

But the rebooting and replacement cycles kept alternating, and it just wouldn't kill.

Moro can afford to wait, but he can't afford to wait any longer. When the time comes, he will lose Yang Jian's protection over the past and future.

Then Moro could easily manipulate his past and future.

Lacking causality and transcending dimensions, he was truly a lamb to the slaughter.

Yang Jian said weakly, "My demise is inevitable. I have about 1 minute and 30 seconds left to live."

"I know!!"

Zhuang Boshi was anxious, but he dared not stop, nor could he give Moro a chance to catch his breath. He swung his golden cudgel like a storm.

Yang Jian continued to reactivate his state, and self-destructing his golden core became a regular tactic.

It will self-destruct as soon as it recovers.

It is used to obtain the true energy that can drive the Golden Cudgel.

The golden cudgel slammed down, pinning Moro inside the black hole, rendering him unable to move.

Meanwhile, as Moro is constantly being injured and restarted, he has to accommodate more and more vengeful spirits.

This also led to Yan's will beginning to recover, which meant that he was trapped in the same situation that Yan had experienced before.

While fighting against external enemies, another will within the body awakened.

Moro also knew he couldn't delay any longer.

If this drags on, I will surely be dragged out until the sage is resurrected.

He also needs time.

If I just hold on a little longer, that hateful will of Heaven will completely collapse, and I will be able to invade the past and future and suppress that hateful mortal.

Then focus on dealing with the reviving will of the saint within your body.

Yan, even if I die, I will never bring you back to life!

“There’s one last way,” Zhuang Boshi said.

"He can travel through time, so I have to be able to do the same so that I can defeat him every single second! Just like he suppressed you before."

"Yang Jian, are you still a ghost?"

Yang Jian nodded slightly.

“Alright then,” Zhuang Boshi said.

"Don't resist."

He extended a finger and tapped Yang Jian's forehead.

Strange runes were engraved on the ghost eye between Yang Jian's eyebrows.

Arrest the spirits and send out the generals!

Bosch wasn't very confident.

Yang Jian's existence is too special; he is a supernatural god who surpasses even vengeful ghosts, and he also possesses the will of Heaven.

The founder of the Spirit Binding Technique never imagined that one day a fourth-tier Golden Core cultivator would use this unique skill to control a saint who, in a sense, had reached the fifth tier.

But Bosch had no other choice.

Using Zhao Yingkong's body, he then used Zhao Yingkong's body to perform the Spirit Binding and Commanding Technique to control Yang Jian.

Three nesting dolls.

The mark was successfully left on Yang Jian's brow and ghost eye.

It worked!
Bosch Zhuang didn't have time to think too much.

The next moment, may a god possess you!

Arrest the spirits and send out the generals.

Detention is the means, release is the key.

Zhuang Boshi, Zhao Yingkong, Yang Jian.

The three figures began to merge.

Finally, a man, whose forehead eyes shone with a startling light, appeared before the ruins of the Yama's Palace.

The golden cudgel trembled incessantly, as if roaring with excitement.