The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　If Serena takes the key away at this time, it will be troublesome.

　However, since Xing Mo discovered that Starlight was the key to breaking the situation, he did not intend to allow this war of attrition to continue.

　Xingmo had already observed the source of the black fog on the field: it was not the "fog of fog" at the end of the forest, but that tree.

　The sacred tree that bears golden branches!

　That tree is the producer of the black fog. The power of curse and starlight coexist inside the tree, and the curse always has the upper hand.

　Therefore, what Xingmo has to do is very simple, that is to let Xingguang gain the upper hand!

　She took a deep breath, gathered the spiritual power in her body, and was ready to detonate madness at any time.

　Just reach that tree and detonate the madness.

　It doesn't take long, just a few seconds, and the situation will change.

　""

　Xingmo turned the Spine of Saint Oros, turned it back into a wand, and held it in his hand.

　She raised her hand lightly and played the Starlight Strings quickly in the air.

　The Star Cross was held in her hand.

　Sensing a sense of danger, the Jungle Priest let out a strange cry, and the wands on his three arms began to play the strings in chaos.

　Black air surged in from all directions, and Xingmo flashed slightly before arriving in front of the jungle priest.

　Then, she waved the starlight—

　"boom--"

　The priest was knocked away by the star foam, and it quickly squirmed its body, preparing for the next attack.

　But it didn't wait for Xingmo, but saw Xingmo running quickly towards the sacred tree!

　That's her real goal!

Chapter 340 Golden Branch (Part 5) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　The closer Xing Mo got to the sacred tree, the more clearly he could see the patterns on it.

　She clearly saw darkness and gold flowing and interweaving on the veins of the tree, like a chaotic sea of ​​stars.

　Curse and starlight converged and flowed on the surface of the tree.

　""

　Seeing that Xingmo was about to reach the front of the sacred tree, the jungle priest let out an unprecedented high-pitched roar.

　The beating of the drums suddenly stopped, and black lights suddenly appeared in all directions of the venue - the warriors of the jungle tribe began to attack.

　Ha, you're finally not acting anymore! I thought you were really going to play fair!

　Xingmo jumped up lightly, flipped in the air, and flew through the rain of arrows shrouded in black mist.

　She landed, drew her staff, and played the string. A star-shaped cross was held in her hand, and then she stabbed it into the ground fiercely.

　"boom----"

　The golden starlight spread out in all directions, blocking all the subsequent prisons and scattering them in all directions.

　The soldiers who tried to rush forward were thrown over and fell to the ground wailing.

　The forest priest wanted to do something, but the power of the starlight prevented him from raising his head for a moment - he was completely suppressed!

　At this moment, Xing Mo suddenly kicked his feet and flew out, reaching out to grab the sacred tree -

　——She touched the surface of the sacred tree!

　It's now!

　Xingmo quickly gathered all his thoughts, focused all his consciousness on the anchor, and stabilized his emotions.

　Then, she gently pinched her chest, triggering madness—

　"boom!"

　A golden full moon burst out, and when Xingmo opened her eyes again, her pupils were as bright as gold.

　The illusory six wings flickered behind her, entwined with the black mist, like two giant hands wrestling.

　"boom--"

　Xing Mo raised his head, and starlight exploded, instantly dispersing the black fog in the entire venue.

　She stared at the surface of the sacred tree with an indifferent look, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly:

　"Ah... finally..."

　"The seeds sown... took root and sprouted..."

　Chaos, golden light, and the battle of gods in the sky.

　The divine spear pierced the divine bird, and some young lives were born between the wings of the fallen god.

　At the end of the war between gods, a streak of fire belonging to the sun escaped from the sky.

　That fire fell into the mortal world and into the chessboard of fate.

　And countless other chess pieces fell onto the chessboard with her.

　For example, the sacred tree in front of us.

　""

　Golden symbols kept flashing in Xingmo's computer mind. She tried her best to suppress her emotions and not let thoughts that did not belong to her invade her.

　With the last bit of rationality left in her, she followed her instinct and gently cut her wrist with her wand.

　"Bah..."

　The blood flowed and fell on the sacred tree, flowing down along the bark of the sacred tree.

　For a moment, even time itself seemed to stand still.

　The next second, golden light gushed out from the roots of the sacred tree, winding up along the bark—

　"boom----"

　The golden starlight broke through the sky, tearing apart the black fog and revealing the sky.

　The cursed atmosphere on the field quickly dissipated, and faint starlight emerged from beneath the space, flickering in the air.

　But the chain reaction did not end there.

　As the starlight pierced the sky, the sky seemed to start moving.

　Time flows quickly, the sunlight disappears, and the dark sky rushes in like a tide.

　In the tide, stars flow along their trajectories, drawing arcs and interweaving with each other under this accelerated scenery.

　The stars are being moved by some grand consciousness!

　The stars quickly returned to their positions, one by one arriving at the designated location, and then stopped moving and solidified there.

　"thump."

　Xing Mo heard the sound of kneeling, turned around and saw that the jungle priest with a twisted body had already kneeled on the ground, looking at the sky with tears in his eyes.

　"Ah... the stars have finally returned..." he murmured, "Thousands of years of prayer... thousands of years of blood sacrifice... have finally brought us to this day..."

　"Stars...you indicate the trajectory of destiny. When you return to your place

　, the golden branch symbolizing glory was born as promised..."

　The sound of kneeling came from all directions. Xingmo looked around and saw the warriors of the Jungle Tribe kneeling one after another.

　From their whispers, Xingmo heard the legend about the golden branch again: when the stars return to their positions, the golden branch will be born on the branch.

　The Red Moon Cult, thousands of years of blood sacrifices, thousands of years of prayers, they watered the sacred tree with blood, hoping to use the cursed blood to give birth to blessings.

　But Xingmo knew that Jinzhi's birth had nothing to do with them.

　""

　While suppressing her crazy emotions, she lowered her head and looked at her wrist.

　It was her blood that gave birth to the golden branch.

　As the priest recorded in his diary, the last entry on the slate of truth was "When the Saint reached the depths of darkness."

　Yes, it was when Xingmo came to this place that her blood watered the golden branch.

　Her blood brought the stars back into place and made their light shine down.

　The Red Moon Cult's thousand-year prayers were nothing more than a wishful sacrifice to a god who would never respond.

　Their blood was meaningless, and their faith was meaningless.

　Because the power to move the stars belongs to only one person—

　——Goddess of the Star Sea.

　""

　Xingmo raised her head and looked at the moving stars, her brows slightly furrowed.

　Yes, the Star Sea Goddess arranged the path of fate, leading Xing Mo all the way here and making her shed blood.

　Whether it is the golden branch whose essence is starlight, the legend of the stars returning to their positions, or the golden full moon within Xingmo's body.

　It's all arranged by the goddess.

　God's silk thread hangs down from the sky, controlling everyone on the stage and allowing everyone to reach their destined position.

　So, what do you do next?

　Great Goddess...

　""

　"Kakaka..."

　"Quack quack..."

　A distorted voice came from the side. Xingmo turned around and saw the jungle priests regrouping.

　As the outline of the golden branch on the branch gradually took shape, the desire in its pupils almost turned into light and pierced the cornea.

　"...my...my...my!"

　Without saying anything else, the Jungle Priest rushed towards Xingmo, with two violent rays of light in his eyes.

　Xingmo raised his wand, ready to kill him with one blow in this environment without any curse atmosphere.

　But before Xingmo could play the strings, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her limbs.

　"!"

　When Xing Mo opened her eyes, she found that she could not move, even her pupils could hardly move.

　Inspiration told her that countless black threads were imprisoning her body and extending in all directions.

　She tried to break free, but the being's resonance with the dark string was much higher than hers, making it impossible for her to pry the string apart at all!

　"A saint, a ray of starlight."

　The ethereal female voice came from all directions, echoing in Xingmo's ears.

　She heard the "puff" sound of flesh exploding—the upper body of the Jungle Priest exploded directly, and black blood gushed out, splashing all over the ground.

　A hand stretched out from the broken section of the priest's waist. It was a white, slender hand with a ring inlaid with a flower-shaped gem on its finger.

　Then, there was another hand, a shoulder, bright red hair, and five broken wings.

　Serena crawled out of the priest's body, her bright red hair flowing in the air, each strand seemingly possessing a will of its own. Her scarlet eyes were like a predator waiting in the darkness, ready to tear its prey apart with its gaze.

　That gaze was focused on Xingmo's face.

　"You are the key," Serena's voice was ethereal and devoid of any understanding. "You are... the end..."

　She raised her head and looked at the branches of the sacred tree, the branches where the golden starlight was focused.

　Under her gaze, golden starlight gradually took shape on the branches, forming a winding outline.

　The golden bough is ripe.