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The moment the words fell, something strange happened!

Ye Zuochen suddenly raised his arm, which had returned to flesh and blood. In the center of his palm, an inverted blood-red cross mark silently emerged. The core of the cross pulsated like a living thing, emitting an eerie red light.

Zheng!

A pitch-black snake ring with its head and tail connected appeared above the head.

A symbol of eternal rebellion and cyclical corruption—the first betrayal!

"—Shangqing responds to all things, and all things receive its light. Taiyi divides its brilliance and commands the nine rays of light, and all plants, trees, sand, and stones are Dharma images—"

A golden light suddenly lit up at the location of Ye Zuochen's Dantian Qi Sea.

The golden elixir left the body and turned into a dazzling golden thread, which sank into the right arm with incredible precision.

Om-!

His entire right arm was separated from his body in an instant.

There was no blood splattering from the broken part of the body, only boiling and surging energy!

The light of the golden elixir surged in the broken arm, like an engine injected with soul.

Dark, sticky flesh and scales covered it like a tide.

In just a breath, a huge monster replaced the broken arm and lay across the shattered chessboard sky.

Its shape is indescribable. The main body is like a winding black snake, and the snake's body is covered with thick black dragon scales as heavy as a mountain.

The head was none other than the monstrous Head of Betrayal, its dark, corrupted wings spread out on either side of its massive body.

A strange red light fell.

That is holy blasphemy.

That is a betrayal of creation.

It regards the essence of living things as a plaything, causing angels to fall, dragons to become mortals, demons to turn good, and saints to become demons!

The snake dragon of betrayal!

With Ye Zuochen's golden elixir as his heart, his broken arm as his foundation, and power as his soul, he descended here!

"—I will use my hair as a rope to bind your life, and my blood as gold to forge my name—"

The golden thread was like a string, silently tightening. One end of it penetrated into Ye Zuochen's violently heaving chest, while the other end pierced into the girl's heart that suddenly appeared.

The black dress is as bright as night, and makes her skin look whiter than snow.

The golden curly hair flowed with a brilliance that did not belong to this battlefield. On the face as delicate as a doll, a pair of green eyes had an enchanting maturity that was completely different from his childish appearance, but deep down there was a hint of the awkwardness of a little adult.

The projection of the god Zugenivia appeared briefly on the wreckage of the chessboard of fate.

Sun Wukong's molten gold eyes suddenly shrank, and the divine light that could see through the three realms and six paths instantly penetrated the illusion and reached Ye Zuochen.

He “saw” it.

It was a giant tree rooted in nothingness, its branches emitting pure silver-white light.

The shadows of the trees sway, exuding an aura of supreme holiness and endless vitality.

It is the [Tree of Life of Creation].

That is the power of the Creator to create life, and it is also the power to transform projection into the Holy Spirit.

At the moment when the silver-white sacred tree appeared, Guinevere's projection seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and collapsed instantly.

The exquisite face, the luxurious black dress and even the awkward expression all transformed into a dazzling holy spirit, like a firefly attracted by a magnet, shooting towards the treacherous snake dragon entrenched in the sky at an incredible speed!

"Don't think about it!"

Sun Wukong's three-headed and six-armed Dharma image suddenly stepped forward, golden light flashed under his feet, and the somersault cloud took shape in an instant.

It enters the [Super Speed] state.

However, Ye Zuochen moved even faster. He didn't even look at the flying light. He just opened his mouth suddenly in the direction where Sun Wukong was rushing!

"—The Wheel of Time turns into a fierce poison, abundance turns into disaster, and time is chewed up and returned to all living beings—"

A bluish-black light, as if imbued with the decaying aura of eternity, surged out from the depths of his throat.

——The Lord of Withering Time is hidden!

The poison of time spreads silently.

It does not burn the body, does not corrode the soul, but only erodes the most invisible but fundamental measure - time!

The space seemed to be thrown into sticky asphalt, and it became stagnant and distorted in an instant.

The moment the somersault cloud touched the blue-black poisonous miasma, it made a slight "hissing" sound like thin ice under the scorching sun, and the golden cloud evaporated visibly.

Even though the Monkey King was indestructible and could endure all calamities, he was hit on the head by the sticky poisonous gas of time, and his three-headed and six-armed Dharma image suddenly stopped.

Although not fatal, it is enough to interrupt the lightning-fast interception.

At this moment.

The holy spirit projected by Guinevere, like a tired bird returning to its nest, sank into the hideous head of the treacherous snake dragon without any hindrance.

Om-!

The coiled snake dragon's body suddenly collapsed inward, as if being kneaded and forged by an invisible giant hand.

The blasphemous black scales made a harsh friction sound under the impact of the emerald green light, and the huge body was deformed in extreme pain and rebirth!

Just a heartbeat's worth of time.

What hovered above the sky was no longer the blasphemous beast that twisted life, but a blood-red spear!

The gun body is slender, as if it is made of solidified dark red blood crystal, and an ominous luster flows on the surface.

The tip of the spear was not a sharp point, but was strangely split into two parts, like the fangs of a poisonous snake, or an ancient trident.

At the tip of the fork, red lightning that could correct the world leaped.

On the gun body, the strange outline of the head of betrayal and the eternal snake ring mark remain.

The Spear of Longinus!

The savior's blade, stained with divine blood and destined to "correct the world" and "kill the sacred," appears here.

The moment it appeared, the remaining energy storms on the entire chessboard battlefield subsided, and a more majestic and colder aura spread, as if the world itself was examining its edge!

This is the [Lance of Longinus] that appeared in the previous battle with the disobedient Lucifer, and it is also a replica of the [Sword of Savior] in the world No. 2612 (Blood Sucker).

But in a sense, it is not inferior to the [Savior Sword].

Lucifer transformed Guinevere's [Fallen] into a divine sword, while Ye Zuochen used [The Withered Lord's Time Treasure] to wash the [Spear of Longinus] and return it to its original state.

Afterwards, Ye Zuochen discovered that as long as he used the "Head of Betrayal" of the "Fallen Dragon Sin Crown", he could transform Guinevere into the "Lance of Longinus".

However, Guinevere is not in World 3019 (Battle), so the projection cannot be transformed into the [Lance of Longinus].

but.

Relying on the transformation of the Holy Spirit of the [Tree of Creation and Life] and the enlightenment of the golden elixir of the [Qingming Creation Talisman], this gun was also transformed.

"Now, let this blade stained with divine blood tell you: Thunder and lightning should never be heaven's lynching! Worshipers! Measure the truth with your bodies—the shelter of your faith is nothing more than a fence for Him to tame His lambs!"

Ye Zuochen just pointed from a distance.

hum!

The blood-red spear seemed to have a will of its own. The spear body shook slightly, and the forked spear tip, which was jumping with red lightning, instantly locked onto the Monkey King who was shining in golden armor below!

Tsk-!

A torrent of red lightning erupted from the forked spear tip.

Wherever the red thunder passed, space was silently annihilated, leaving behind a dark scar with endless red plasma flowing through it.

"It's actually the sword that will save the world!" Sun Wukong's golden pupils shrank to the extreme at this moment, and his unruly face was extremely solemn. "No wonder... No wonder even my Dinghai Shenzhen Iron couldn't withstand it! It's not unfair! It's not unfair! Hahaha!"

Amidst the wild laughter, there is a fighting spirit burning to its peak!

“But—” His roar shook the shattered heaven and earth. “This stick of mine, Old Sun, was also fused with the stars and tempered with the monstrous hatred of the Divine Craftsman! Today, let’s see if your world-saving blade can correct the fate of this old Sun, who fights against the heavens and the earth—!!”

Faced with the torrent of red lightning that corrects the world and obliterates the sacredness, Sun Wukong's three-headed, six-armed form bursts out with unprecedented golden light.

puff puff!

The muscles in the six divine arms were bulging like angry dragons. All the divine power, all the fighting spirit, all the arrogance and indomitable spirit of the Monkey King were poured into the giant stick in his hands that was burning with platinum star flames.

"Open it for me!"

The stick turned into a platinum-colored galaxy of destruction that flowed upstream, and with the will to shatter eternity and burn the world to ashes, it smashed fiercely towards the red thunder torrent that judged all things!

boom----------!!!!!!!!!

Time seemed to be completely stretched and then instantly compressed to a singularity.

At the center of the collision, there was absolute silence, like the chaos before the creation of the universe.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying ball of light that was a mixture of platinum-colored star flames and red god-killing lightning suddenly expanded.

Swallowed up the sound, swallowed up the color, swallowed up the space!

The entire infinitely extended chessboard world was like a fragile ice surface into which a stone was thrown. It shattered visibly with the naked eye, centered on the collision point.

The moment the light ball expanded to its limit, it exploded silently.

The pure white light of destruction and the god-killing red lightning strangled and annihilated each other, forming circles of destructive halos that swept across everything and easily wiped out the entire Milky Way. They spread madly indiscriminately in all directions, up and down!

At the core of this destructive storm, two figures are clearly visible.

Vulkan poured endless hatred into the platinum club, which was melted with the essence of stars.

The Spear of Longinus carries the power to correct the fate of the world.

The entities of these two peerless divine weapons crumbled into pieces like thin snow under the scorching sun!

boom!

The blood-colored gun body and the platinum stick body exploded at the same time!

Billions of burning fragments of red thunder and fragments of flowing star iron were like the most brilliant and cruel fireworks, splattering in the center of the destructive storm.

The storm subsided.

A figure shot out from the core of annihilation like a meteorite, slamming heavily onto the end of the chessboard wreckage, causing a violent vibration.

The smoke and energy turbulence slowly dissipated.

The golden armor was broken, the phoenix-wing crown was askew, and the long pheasant feathers were broken.

The three-headed, six-armed image had long since disappeared, revealing Sun Wukong's true form.

He half-knelt on the ground, barely supporting his body with only half of the platinum staff handle left.

His molten gold pupils were still burning, but much dimmer, and blood emitting a burning divine aura kept flowing from the corners of his mouth.

The golden chain mail armor was covered with cracks, with red lightning remaining between the armor plates. The overwhelmingly powerful aura was rapidly falling like the tide.

He tried to stand up, but his arms trembled violently, and he knelt on one knee again, staring at the other side of the storm.

All the divine weapons were destroyed, the divine power was exhausted, and the divine body was severely damaged.

The Monkey King is no longer able to fight.

138 Taiyi: Return my immortal status

Sun Wukong half-knelt on the broken chessboard, his golden armor was torn, and his divine blood burned through the charred ground.

He suddenly raised his head, and his molten golden pupils pierced through the dense smoke and dust to look at Ye Zuochen, who was also panting but standing still, and burst into a hearty laugh that shattered the ruins.

"Hahahaha! So satisfying! So satisfying! Boy! You've made it! So damned! You've made it! You've pushed me, Old Sun, to this point. I'm afraid all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens will be turned upside down by you!"

Ye Zuochen's lips curled into an equally flamboyant smile. "Brother Monkey, this life, this life that can overthrow the Divine Court, was ultimately given by you. If I can't even muster this little bit of skill, wouldn't that blow of yours have been wasted?"

"Hmph!" Sun Wukong blew out two streams of burning white air, sparks in it, from his nose. "Stop flattering me! You earned your fighting skills by beating up the gods with your fists and kicks! I only gave you a stick, it's nothing but a useless help!"

He tried to prop himself up with the half-broken stick handle, but his arm twitched violently, causing more divine blood to seep out. He could only reluctantly half-kneel back down, his breath becoming even weaker.

"No, Monkey Brother." Ye Zuochen suppressed his smile and looked directly into the pair of golden eyes that were about to go out but still unyielding. "The power of the gods will lead to the conclusion of possibilities."