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The five-colored seal that imprisoned the power was peeling off piece by piece in this battle that surpassed that of gods and Buddhas.

Guinevere, who was standing between the blue throats, also noticed this change, and her tone suddenly became cheerful. "Master Ye, it seems that the Bodhisattva's [Prajna Wisdom Sword] also has its flaws. Although it has sealed the power of the God Slayer, the cursed power cannot break through the light film on the surface. However, as long as this light film is removed, the power can be restored!"

Ye Zuochen nodded slightly, and the next moment, he stopped dodging and let the green lion's huge claws hit him.

boom--! ! !

The claws hit the chest hard, the five-colored light film vibrated violently, and cracks spread wildly like a spider web!

"Roar--!!"

The blue lion's golden eyes widened angrily, and it was about to launch another attack.

Boom boom boom! !

Suddenly, a deafening explosion was heard from the sky.

Dozens of "Phantom Beast Machines" condensed from pure magic power broke through the clouds, and their machine guns spewed out blazing cursed bullets, pouring down like a rainstorm.

In the distant sea, the Duke of York and Victory ships had golden threads appearing on their chests. With the help of the Gilded Heart-binding Thread, the Mind Cube actually connected with the netherworld. The divine energy flowed out from them, and they were continuously strengthened as followers of the God Slayer!

"Roar!!"

The ten-meter-tall body of the blue lion trembled slightly under the bombardment, its scales exploded, and the Buddha's light dissipated.

It raised its head and roared, a sonic boom brewing in its throat.

"Blue Lion, come back."

Manjushri's voice came from the sky, calm but irresistible.

The green lion roared and eventually turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.

The sea breeze suddenly died down and the waves subsided.

Manjushri's figure appeared in the distant sky, and his voice resounded like a Buddhist bell: "Rakshasa King, your karma has not yet been resolved. You are bound to do anything in this battle."

"When you have broken free from the shackles, come and fight at Mount Wutai again."

After saying this, the Bodhisattva’s figure vanished like a bubble, leaving only a line between the sea and the sky.

Ye Zuochen stood above the raging waves and looked down at his body. The seal was still there, but cracks had appeared.

"Tsk, you run fast."

At this time, two figures came walking on the waves, and the Duke of York and Victory finally arrived in this sea area.

"Commander, are you okay?"

Ye Zuochen shook his wrist, but the fighting spirit in his eyes remained.

"It's okay, just a temporary truce."

The sea breeze howled, and the battle came to a temporary end.

096 Alec, your body has been made into a golden relic

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the deck of the Victory aircraft carrier, giving the steel outline a warm golden hue.

The sea breeze blew gently, carrying a salty and humid scent, blowing away the smoke after the battle.

Ye Zuochen stood at the bow of the ship, the light film on his body shattered into pieces, turning into crystal fragments that dissipated in the wind.

His throat moved slightly and he exhaled gently.

puff!

Guinevere was pushed out by a gentle force and staggered a few steps before she could stand firm.

Her golden curly hair was a little messy, and the hem of her black dress was swaying gently in the sea breeze.

The God Ancestor raised his head, looked at Ye Zuochen with his light green eyes, and pursed his lips slightly.

"Thank you...thank you."

His voice was soft and a little awkward, as if he was not used to thanking people.

Ye Zuochen waved his hand casually, turned his gaze to Shengli and the Duke of York, and began to narrate what had just happened in a flat tone, as if the confrontation with the Bodhisattva was just an insignificant game.

Guinevere stood aside, listening to his narration, her fingertips unconsciously curling a strand of golden hair.

His eyes would glance at Ye Zuochen's profile from time to time, then quickly look away, as if he was afraid of being discovered.

When Ye Zuochen finished speaking, Shengli raised his hand and said, "Commander, you have truly provoked someone extraordinary. The legendary God."

The Duke of York nodded slightly. "This battle will not be easy for you. It will be extremely difficult and dangerous, but I will remain by your side."

"That's really reassuring." Ye Zuochen smiled lightly, but the content was not as relaxed as it seemed.

Manjushri's championship combo is really a head-scratching one.

The Black Prince Alec was taken away without any power to resist, and is now fighting for his resurrection in the underworld.

Moreover, as a Bodhisattva who symbolizes "wisdom", he also has the power of "freedom of speech".

Ye Zuochen believes that Manjushri's [Prajna Wisdom Sword] is a completely enhanced version of Veleslana's "warrior" incarnation.

I'm afraid its uses are much richer than the golden sword, and it probably has many other wonderful uses.

"But it's not difficult to crack it..." Ye Zuochen thought about it for a while and came up with a way to crack it.

The five-colored wisdom light of the [Prajna Wisdom Sword] obviously cannot be used continuously, and the object of the seal is actually the godslayer himself.

So--

Use the [Qingming Creation Scroll] to invigorate the [Sea-Suppressing Divine Treasure Iron], send it outside the battlefield, and recall it when needed...

No.

With the Bodhisattva's great wisdom, he must have come up with his own solution.

Next time, I’m afraid I won’t use the “Five-Color Wisdom Light” in the same way, but will use it in a different way.

Before going to Mount Wutai, you need to make some preparations.

The Duke of York suddenly spoke up and asked, "Do we have to go to Mount Wutai? Rather than running into the enemy's encirclement, wouldn't it be better to let the enemy walk to the battlefield of our choice?"

"I think so too." Shengli nodded. "Commander, according to what you said, the Bodhisattva's 'self' is due to his 'obsession', and this 'obsession' comes from you, Commander. So even if you don't go to Wutai, if you leave him alone for a while, he will come here on his own, right?"

"It seems to make sense." Ye Zuochen agreed with this statement.

He was a god famous for his wisdom. It was really stupid of him to rush into the training ground set up by him.

The God Slayer is a fool, but not a fool. He pursues "victory" and will naturally choose the "way to achieve victory". Luring the enemy into the battlefield of his choice is also a commonly used card.

"You disrespect the Dharma and deny its wisdom. This is the cause," Guinevere suddenly said. "Bodhisattvas believe in cause and effect. Since you have sown the cause, they will inevitably return the fruit. But if you let go of the cause, they will also let go of the fruit."

Upon hearing this, Ye Zuochen was slightly stunned, and then he remembered the "breaking attachment" characteristics of gods such as Bodhisattvas and Buddhas.

Although I am now obsessed with him.

But if left alone, Manjushri would probably become enlightened on his own and let go of this obsession.

That is to say, if he did not go to Mount Wutai, Manjushri would figure it out on his own, leave the earth, and return to [mythology].

Ye Zuochen raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "This is my business, it has nothing to do with you."

Guinevere's brows furrowed, and the tip of her small nose twitched slightly, like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "How can it be unrelated! He stole my [Magic Holy Grail]! I haven't even found the owner yet, and now even the Holy Grail is gone!"

Her voice got louder and louder, with a hint of grievance, "I hate him so much!"

Ye Zuochen turned his head, a hint of teasing flashing in his dark eyes: "Oh? So you want to go with me to collect the debt?"

Guinevere was stunned for a moment, then turned her face away, but the tips of her ears turned red: "I, I just want revenge..."

Ye Zuochen chuckled and suddenly reached out to rub her head, his movements as casual as if he was teasing a spoiled cat. "Okay, then I'll give it to you."

"Don't touch me!"

Guinevere slapped his hand away, but her cheeks turned even redder.

Victory and the Duke of York stood not far away. They looked at each other and a meaningful smile appeared on the corners of their mouths at the same time.

Victory even secretly nudged the Duke of York with his elbow and gave him a mischievous look.

The sea breeze blew by. Guinevere lowered her head, her toes unconsciously rubbing against the deck, and her voice suddenly lowered: "You... why are you willing to help me?"

Ye Zuochen shrugged: "I like you."

Guinevere suddenly looked up, eyes widening: "Just like that?"

"What else?" Ye Zuochen raised an eyebrow, "Or... do you hope there is another reason?"

Guinevere's face flushed red. She looked away in panic, her fingers tightly grasping the hem of her skirt. "Nonsense! I didn't do that!"

Ye Zuochen looked at her flustered expression, his smile deepening. Suddenly, he turned serious and extended his hand towards her: "Guinevea, I formally invite you to join my team."

Guinevere was stunned, staring blankly at his outstretched hand.

"But there is one condition," Ye Zuochen added, "You have to obey my orders. Yes, you can rely on me as much as you want."

Guinevere's lips trembled slightly, and her heartbeat inexplicably accelerated. She tried hard to maintain a proud expression, but she couldn't control the slight upward curve of the corners of her mouth.

"Hmph!" She grabbed his hand, squeezed it hard, and quickly let go. "Don't get me wrong! I'm just using you!"

Ye Zuochen chuckled: "Whatever you say."

Guinevere turned her face away, her golden curls covering her flushed cheeks. The sea breeze blew, and the afterglow of the setting sun stretched their shadows very long, intertwining them, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.

Shengli leaned close to the Duke of York's ear and whispered, "Another thieving cat has set its sights on the commander."

The Duke of York smiled softly, his light blue eyes full of understanding.

Guinevere didn't hear their whispers, but just looked at the distant horizon, her heart still beating fast.

She didn't know what this strange feeling was, she just...

But suddenly I felt that the back of this black-haired boy seemed more dazzling than the sunset.

Ye Zuochen was not surprised by Guinevere's sudden little girl attitude. She had been trapped in his throat for such a long time, how could she not use the [Gilded Heart-Wrapping Thread] to penetrate the golden thread and obtain the other party's projection.

This is the projection of the God Ancestor!

Just by feeling it, you can find out how powerful the other party is.

You can actually choose to enhance your skills!

Compared to other projections, which can only release one god-level attack after being enlightened by the [Qingming Creation Talisman], Guinevere's projection has a wider range of choices, and can also use her different powers as a goddess.

Although it only has one hit, the range of options has become wider.

This is just the projection of the reincarnation of the god. I wonder what the projection of the god himself would look like?

Thinking of this, Ye Zuochen couldn't help but feel itchy. "Since we have formed a temporary alliance, let's go find Lancelot. After all, that floating island is also a fake Avalon."

Hearing this, Guinevere frowned slightly and said hesitantly, "Master Ye, this is a bit troublesome. My uncle is now the God of Disobedience, and I am his only concern. However, the [Magic Holy Grail] was destroyed. That was my body in my previous life. Later, Master Ye swallowed me into his throat to protect me..."

"My uncle would probably think I'm dead."

"If that island is truly Avalon, I believe that with my uncle's righteousness and loyalty, he will definitely replace our Divine Ancestor and serve under the 'Last King', becoming his First Knight and offering his allegiance!"

"But that island is not."

Having said this, she paused briefly and glanced to the side: "We've wasted a lot of time here again. If my uncle finds out that this is a fake Avalon, he'll probably start wandering around wherever he wants..."

Ye Zuochen nodded slightly and said, "Let's go to that floating island first. Maybe if we're lucky, she's still there."

……

Floating island on the sea.

The jagged rocks pierce the sky like the fangs of a giant beast.

The wind blew through the cracks in the rocks, making a whimpering sound and blowing up fine sand that hit everyone's clothes.

Ye Zuochen's feet rolled over the severely weathered rock surface and stopped in front of the rusty iron sword.

The sword was half submerged in the rock, and the exposed part was covered with dark red rust, like a dried blood scab.

"Not even a goodbye." The golden olive crown of victory reflected the twilight, and the base of the scepter gently tapped the rock. "It's truly... a chivalrous determination."

Guinevere suddenly kicked away the gravel at her feet.

"That damn thief! Destroying the Holy Grail wasn't enough... He actually, actually let my uncle think I..."

The unfinished words turned into a whimper, mixed with the sea breeze and dissipated on the desolate rocky island.