The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

[A magical artifact created by Jiang Mingzi from his own hatred.]

[It was also the mark left on his physical body by his overwhelming rage.]

Its name is

Zhuo Zhao suddenly raised his right hand.

The pale bone whip, several meters long, stretched out completely over the Pacific Ocean.

【The Whip That Chases the Sun!】

Previously, we were unable to completely control Jiang Mingzi's body.

[He himself and his innate spiritual instincts continued to cause trouble in his sea of ​​consciousness.]

Therefore, the two magical treasures hidden inside his body could never be truly removed.

[Jiang Mingzi's primordial spirit has now been extracted by Xia Chuan.]

This body is completely mine.

[Take whatever you want, naturally.]

Huang did not answer.

But his heart sank suddenly.

He now understood why Jiang Mingzi had refined the magic weapon into his own body.

The structure of the Dharma cave between the seeker and Nirvana is completely different.

The talismans and magical artifacts crafted by those seeking the magic are not entirely unusable once they fall into the hands of a magical corpse.

It's just incredibly inefficient.

Even if a corpse expends all its magical power, it can often only achieve one or two tenths of the effect.

Moreover, the more powerful the magical artifact, the more severe this rejection becomes.

However, Jiang Mingzi chose to directly refine his bones, flesh, and even a part of his body into a magical artifact.

In this way...

The magic weapon itself is a magic corpse.

The corpse itself is also a magical artifact.

As long as this body still exists.

The magic weapon can then unleash its full power!

It can destroy bones and turn blood into powder.

Do everything to extremes.

Even though Jiang Mingzi has been dead for a thousand years.

Even though this body has been reduced to a corpse filled only with resentment.

That anger, that desire to control the sun and moon and hold all things in the palm of one's hand, has not subsided in the slightest.

Even as enemies.

Huang Mian held only the deepest, most silent respect for Jiang Mingzi.

Zhuo Zhao, however, did not have so many feelings.

She held the sun-driving whip.

He was in so much pain that he arched his body slightly.

"hiss"

"Why does this thing hurt so much? Why don't they give me some kind of anesthesia or something?"

Pan Nanjun remained silent for a moment.

Perhaps he was already dead when he forged this treasure.

Zhuo Zhao was taken aback.

"Too."

"Dead people do not need anesthesia."

She shook her head.

Then he grasped the sun-chasing whip with both hands.

His gaze fell upon the frozen wasteland.

The paradox created by Gao Haoguang did not form any real wall.

Huang is merely trapped within the gaps of time.

The sun-chasing whip can solve this problem perfectly.

The original reason for the creation of this magical artifact.

It was Jiang Mingzi's anger at time for not obeying her.

Why do the sun and moon rise and set on their own?

Why does time only move forward?

Why can't everything in the world operate according to his wishes?

Jiang Mingzi did not accept it.

Therefore, he internalized this rejection.

Chasing the sun and moon, standing tall and firm!

Zhuo Zhao slowly raised the whip to chase the sun.

Each vertebra on the bone whip lights up in turn.

Fifteen hundred years seemed to flow simultaneously across the whip.

Countless moments, long gone, flash by between the joints.

Then.

Zhuo Zhao aimed at the empty void in front of Huang.

A whip lashed out!

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of whips echoed across the Pacific Ocean.

The tip of the bone whip pierced into the invisible space of time before the desolate wilderness.

A dark red whip mark appeared out of nowhere.

From the front of Huang's fist, the path extended all the way to Haishan's remains.

The area where the whip mark passed.

The endless, ever-dividing moments were forcibly drawn into one!

"Snapped!"

Without anyone noticing, something stretched to its limit suddenly snapped.

Huang's fist, which had been thrust forward, finally moved an imperceptible inch once more.

Then.

The entire meteorite slowly regained its kinetic energy!

"It moved?!"

Inside the gate, someone cried out in alarm.

"That guy broke free?!"

"How is this possible?!"

"Gao Haoguang's supernatural power has been broken?!"

Wu Yuanzhen suddenly stood up straight.

Inside the light curtain.

Zhuo Zhao watched Huang gradually regain his mobility, and a slow smile appeared on his lips.

"It's done."

However, although Huang has already escaped the prison of time.

But the endless stagnation that followed did not come without a price.

When the meteorite he transformed into first resumed motion, its speed was pitifully slow.

The green flames that the illusory world and the true world had transformed into were already extremely dim.

The momentum that was originally enough to tear space apart was completely worn away by the long period of stagnation.

At this rate.

Let alone killing Mount Haishan.

The powerful cultivators in the sect today would even have enough time to arrive and intercept them.

But since Zhuo Zhao has already come here.

Nature is not merely about extracting the wilderness from time.

She released the whip that had been used to chase the sun.

The pale bone whip coiled around his right arm as if it were alive.

Then, Zhuo Zhao slowly clasped his hands together in front of him.

Blood-red plum blossoms bloomed one after another on Jiang Mingzi's pale white robe.

Dark red true blood spread outwards along the robe.