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Chapter 542 Cutting
Once they made up their minds, these guys became surprisingly efficient and decisive.

Some activated magic arrays, some muttered incoherently seeking protection, some picked up weapons like Zhou You, and even Yan Feidie drew two ring blades, trembling as she prepared to fight.

Zhou You was genuinely happy to see this happen.

The previous provocations and actions were all intended to force these guys to take action.

After all, although it's easy to say, we're still dealing with the remains of a righteous god. Cannon fodder is definitely a necessary thing, and these guys are all rotten to the core—as mentioned before, they've done everything from kicking down widows' doors and digging up graves of childless people to eating postpartum milk and beating the blind and deaf. Zhou You can use them without any burden.

The only exception is Yan Feidie, who will take this guy along when she runs away, out of consideration for his past help.

Soon, the group was ready, and their gazes involuntarily turned to their current leader, Zhou You.

Seeing the lingering fear in their eyes, Zhou You patiently reassured them.

“You guys don’t really need to be so afraid. As I said before, now the Wood Star Lord only has his heart left, and he’s barely able to take care of himself under the attack of Hanshan Temple. You should be able to rush in easily, right?”

Of course, he didn't say those last three words aloud.

Seeing that these guys were somewhat interested, Zhou You pressed his advantage and said...

"And this is a deity. Even if it's just a heart, it's still a deity. It has many treasures on its body, and the heart itself could be considered the greatest treasure. If we can really break through, I wouldn't dare say that immortality is within reach, but it will definitely give me and everyone else a chance to rise to the top."

At this point, morale finally picked up a little.

Seeing the greed in their eyes, Zhou You secretly wiped away a cold sweat.

Damn, conning people is really not an easy job.

The next moment, the first person made a move.

It waved its long sail, shrouded in black mist, and dark green bone fire soared up, covering everything in its path. Whether it was withered branches and fallen leaves or broken walls and ruins, the moment it touched them, it was corroded into deep pits.

Needless to say, the living creatures were even worse. The moment the fleshy carpet on the ground was touched, small bubbles appeared one after another, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a foul-smelling slurry.

Although it didn't directly hit the heart of the Wood Star Lord, it still made its convulsions more intense.

Seeing that the attack had worked, the heretics cheered.

"Well done!"

"As expected of the Rotten Bone Fire!"

"another one!"

The man who made the move twitched his eyelids and finally couldn't help but shout.

"Are you bunch of bastards watching a monkey show? Get your hands on him right now!!"

Hearing this roar, the others finally reacted.

In an instant, all sorts of magical artifacts and their spiritual light slammed into his heart. One or two might not have caused any serious damage, but so many...

As mentioned before, these are all masters of unorthodox methods, some of whom are even nearly as skilled as Zhou You himself. If they truly work together, they might actually succeed in one fell swoop.

Otherwise.

These people didn't look well.

Without him.

That damn Hanshan is getting increasingly aggressive with his hands outside!

Not only other places, but even the core part began to collapse. A huge hole opened in the sky, and countless contaminated bodies floated in it. The palace of blood and flesh was forcibly pulled out, and those desiccated immortals floated up and eventually merged with the corpses.

If they continue this stalemate, the outcome is predictable.

But just when everyone was in a state of panic, Zhou You suddenly spoke up.

"The spell... is probably ineffective. The Wood Star Lord's Dharma Realm is still in effect. Although it can wear him down, there's definitely not enough time."

Someone nearby immediately retorted.

"What should I do?"

Zhou You's reply was only one sentence.

"It's simple, just charge in, fight until you can't interfere anymore, and the problem will be solved."

It's a very simple sentence, but it makes a lot of sense.

Unbeknownst to them, this group of people had come to regard Zhou You as their backbone.

So Zhou You was the first to draw his sword.

Stepping into the pool of blood brought a slimy and disgusting sensation, as if something was pulling at my body from below.

A fire talisman exploded, and under the sweeping flames, whatever it was was turned into charcoal.

Next comes the second step.

The remaining men knew this was a critical moment, and they joined him in the charge.

Like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their unique abilities, an even more intense offensive swept across the land in an instant.

Instantly.

Amidst this rampant decadence, a path seemed to have been carved out.

Its success was so smooth that even these guys were surprised.

—This so-called Wood Virtue Star Lord… seems to be nothing special?
Unfortunately, reality quickly and bluntly slapped them in the face.

Just as they were making great strides forward.

Suddenly, someone stopped.

Stop here amidst this sea of ​​blood.

The man clutched his head, then suddenly his face lit up with ecstasy, as if he were lost in something wonderful, oblivious to the collapsing sky around him.

These people had all escaped from the dream, so they immediately recognized what had happened to him.

"This guy's dreaming! Someone come quick and wake him up!"

Who would have thought.

The moment someone comes into contact with it, they are also stunned.

As if he had entered the same dream, his expression turned to ecstasy—but soon, the ecstasy turned into despair, and the despair turned into collapse.

Finally, their heads exploded together—but instead of flesh and blood, they burst out a pile of colorful, fluffy things.

At first glance, it looks just like a colorful ribbon decorated with lanterns.
What a joke!
This was clearly a counterattack by the Wood Star Lord, but there was nothing these people could do—the arrow was already on the bowstring and had no choice but to be released.

So what else can we do?
Crush it!

Gradually, the surrounding scenery changed again.

The pool of blood transformed into a bluestone pavement, the rotting flesh became walking visitors, the collapsed halls became celestial palaces on the horizon, thousands of trees were ablaze with golden lanterns, and towering glass lanterns, over ten feet tall, swirled with flowing crimson flames, illuminating the place as if it were daytime.

Before the celestial palace hung hundreds of strings of pomegranate lanterns, their crimson lights dangling amidst the clouds and mist. Beautiful fairies arrived, accompanied by song, their shawls billowing in the wind like flowing rainbows.

In just a few minutes, the place had become a sea of ​​celebration.

Fantasy?

The idea had barely formed in his mind when the illusion master beside him, Yan Feidie, shook his head frantically.

"It's not an illusion. I've heard my master say that this is a method of turning dreams into reality. This Wood Star Lord has cast his dream here, and these are all things that are truly happening!"

What really happened?
Zhou You raised his head, looking past the layers of lights and the endless fireflies, towards Li Chu.

The heart was still pounding violently, but in a daze it had transformed into a human form with a jade crown and blue eyes.

—This is the divine body of the Eastern Jupiter, the True Lord of Wood Virtue!
At the same time, two more heads exploded, their headless bodies being forcefully pulled up into the air and transformed into a shower of lights, adding even more color to this celebratory world. However...

I've mentioned this repeatedly before.

Those who make it this far are no ordinary people, especially when they are forced into a desperate situation.

The few remaining survivors looked at each other, and then, without prior agreement, resolutely severed a part of their own limbs—their hands, legs, eyes, and even parts of their brains.

The festive parade suddenly stopped.

Under this orderly sacrifice, the sky suddenly turned gloomy, and black, foul rain fell from the sky—which temporarily blocked the Wood Star Lord's dream from becoming reality.

Then, a piercing scream rang out.

"The Heaven-Reaching Sword is now in your hands!"

"I have a Taoist name, can you please stop calling me by this son of a bitch's nickname!"

Despite shouting like that, Zhou You still managed to break through the seemingly endless crowd during this brief moment.

Strangely enough, although everyone, including Yan Feidie, was bleeding from all seven orifices due to this erosion, he was not affected at all.

My mind is still clear, my hands and feet are still nimble, and I've never been so lucid.

Stepping onto a lantern floating in mid-air, under the blessing of talismanic magic, his body felt as light as a feather. Then, with another kick, he seemed to take flight.

A hundred meters can be covered in the blink of an eye.

then.

A sword was thrust in.

The world seemed to stand still.

Admittedly, compared to that massive, mountain-like body, this sword strike was like a mere tickle. However...
Zhou You is no longer relying solely on physical attacks.

He slashed his wrist with his backhand, and golden blood flowed out, staining the blade of the towering sword.

Suddenly, a star shone brightly in the sky.

Its name is Po Jun, which signifies killing and warfare.

With the full force of the Big Dipper Heavenly Star Tempering Technique, even Wan Ren's sword was coated with a layer of blood-red fluorescence—the hard outer shell was peeled away layer by layer, revealing the flesh inside that had been corroded into pitch black.

Unfortunately, compared to the sturdy Duanxie, Wanren was still somewhat inferior. As they went deeper, the ancient sword gradually cracked. However, at the last moment, Zhou You suddenly loosened his grip on the hilt.

Then, pour all the magic power into it!

In an instant, Wan Ren collapsed like an explosion. At the same time, Zhou You spun around, grabbed the short knife inside, and then forcefully plunged it into the core of the heart!
then.

Everything came to a standstill.

No, it didn't just stop.

The scene before us has also changed.

At first he was surrounded by piles of flesh and blood, but now he found himself in an empty, pitch-black landscape.

Before my eyes, there was that ethereal figure again.

However, Zhou You wasn't in a hurry.

He was absolutely certain that his strike had penetrated the core of the Wood Star Lord—the very foundation of all gods and Buddhas. Even if the original body were to descend, let alone now that it was just a remnant, it would still be severely damaged by that strike.

However, the figure did not rush to say anything.

He simply looked up at the sky, as if trying to see through that inky world to the joyous and celebratory scenery outside.

After a long pause, he finally spoke.

It was still that rotten, male-female voice arguing, and it wasn't being addressed to Zhou You; it sounded more like a soliloquy.

"I am Chonghua, the Star Lord of the Eastern Wood Virtue Jupiter."

what?
However, he still didn't respond to Zhou You's question and continued talking to himself.

"He is the god who controls the growth and development of all things, turns calamities into auspicious omens, and should bring happiness to the world."

"We are born to fulfill people's wishes, and our entire lives are dedicated to protecting humanity."

"However, the Heavenly Demon has corrupted the Three Realms, and humans are no longer human. I am a dying body, a remnant of all things, and I am powerless to reverse the situation."

Therefore.

The last words have vanished like a gentle breeze.

"I only want you to have a good dream before you die."

When you open your eyes again.

What can be seen is no longer the festive scene, nor even the collapsed Heavenly Palace.

—So lush and green, the mountain breeze blows.

undoubtedly.

This is the valley where the trap was set!

Nearly a hundred people from the heretical path initially entered, but now, less than one in ten have survived. The survivors look at each other, unable to believe they have actually come out—

One of the reckless individuals even slapped his own mouth, and only after a while, reminded by the pain, did he let out a dry howl.

"I... I really survived? I survived that place!!!!"

However, just as these people were about to embrace each other and weep, a Buddhist chant suddenly rang out, which was extremely inappropriate.

"Amitabha Buddha, congratulations to all benefactors, you have successfully resolved the issue of the silent body, and have made an unparalleled contribution to our temple."

At this moment, they finally saw the late-arriving monk Hongyi, who, though covered in mud, seemed untouched by any cloud.

This time, everyone, regardless of who they were, started shouting curses.

"You bald-headed son of a bitch, you dare to show your face??? We're in this mess all because of you! Just wait, we'll tear down your dilapidated temple!"

however.

The old monk Hongyi simply chanted his Dharma name softly.

Suddenly, a series of golden chains appeared out of thin air amidst the clouds, binding the cursing heretic firmly to the ground.

Only then did these guys, blinded by anger, remember what had happened.

He was already at his limit, but the old monk Hongyi had accumulated a hundred years of faith and power. Unless he left this valley, he would be a living Arhat.

but.

How do you say that?

A person may die, a head may be severed, but one must not lose face.

This monk clearly wanted to kill me to silence me, so why should I give in to him?

In an instant, a barrage of curses erupted, each one more offensive than the last, even making Zhou You, standing to the side, feel a slight twitch in his mouth.

However, the old monk Hongyi remained as calm and composed as ever.

"Amitabha, dear benefactors, please do not be anxious. I am only trying to prevent you from acting impulsively and causing any unnecessary impulses."

"Please believe that Hanshan Temple has always kept its promises."

(End of this chapter)