The two artifacts floating in the starry sky flashed with holy light.

They don't have a surge of energy, and they don't pose any threat.

Ke Moju felt that this was definitely a trap.

He didn't dare to approach, and at the same time ordered his younger brothers to step back a lot.

The deity lay down, so that the army that followed him had no motivation.

They didn't dare to move anymore, they could only look at their boss blankly, not knowing whether to save or not.

Because Mo Ju is still there, he can't save it at all!

For a while, the lively starry sky was silenced by the sudden action of the Holy Venerable.

There is a question on everyone's mind:

"Holy Venerable, this is messing around? Delirium? ”

Mo Ju looked at the golden pen and the holy scroll, and was in a dilemma.

To take or not to take?

How to take it?

Take one, or two?

What will be the consequences?

What kind of trap did the saint leave?

Whatever happens to the golden pen and the holy scroll here?

Countless questions lingered in Mo Ju's mind.

It's going to end up being a problem, and it's an obvious trap that you have to manage.

It's not good to pick it up, and it's even worse to leave it alone.

Mo Ju also thought about flying these two artifacts, but the consequences of flying were even more difficult to predict.

Mo Ju looked closely, hoping to find the trap of the two artifacts.

But he observed for a long time and found nothing abnormal.

There was no ink in the pen, and the scroll was unfolded.

There was a white glow on them, but it was only the light of their own bodies.

These two artifacts, as if they were not unsealed, are not a problem.

Mo Ju thought about it, and he decided to do it.

You can't go on so endlessly, it's not good for anyone.

Resisted the Holy Venerable, took his hand, and slowly moved forward.

This is the method that Mo Ju came up with.

He doesn't just take it himself.

This way you can also have insurance.

The Holy Venerable's hand touched the golden pen, and the ink giant quickly retracted it, quickly turned around and flashed away, and the golden pen was taken far away by the ink giant.

But Mo Ju hadn't settled down anymore, and countless shouts were already ringing next to him:

"Boss, be careful!"

"What's the situation?"

Mo Ju looked back and was dumbfounded.

I saw that the holy scroll behind him emitted a dazzling light, and two big words: exile, quickly covered his direction.

"I'm Nima! That's it! ”

It's a pity that Mo Ju can't speak anymore, and his figure slowly disappears.

Along with him disappeared the Holy Venerable and the golden pen in his hand.

The light of the scroll dissipated, and there was no trace of those two big characters on it.

The younger brothers on both sides looked at each other, and they both had a common question in their hearts: what to do?

The bosses have been taken away, what are they going to do? To fight or not to fight?

To what extent is it appropriate?

What a few headaches!!

The younger brothers scratched their heads one after another and slowly retreated.

After retreating to a safe area, the two sides never crossed paths again.

You stand guard here, and I stand guard there, and everything is fine.

Only the holy scroll, the white light was blazing, and it flew up rapidly, and then flew in the direction of the Sacred Heart like a streamer.

"It's done!"

The saint's eyes widened, and his heart fluctuated as he watched the disappearing handwriting on the holy scroll.

Everything was ready, and as long as he wrote those two big words on the holy scroll, he was ready to act.

How many years of reincarnation of the wish will be fulfilled at this moment!

The more the saint thought about it, the more excited he became, and he couldn't stop stroking his chest.

He soothed his mood and tried to calm down.

But how can the joy of success calm down for a while?

With a slight calmness in his mind, the saint picked up the golden pen, and the thick ink on it was already full, just waiting for him to write hard.

The holy scroll was slowly unfolded by him, gently smoothed out, and the golden pen dotted a stroke on it with a slight tremble.

When he leveled the first stroke, the saint's heart was once again at peace.

Holy Descent!

The two big characters are written in one go, with infinite power.

As soon as the golden pen was collected, the holy scroll was shaken, and the golden light was scattered and collected, and it was restrained into a bundle.

The scroll was put away, and the saint looked at the Sacred Heart.

The Sacred Heart Empire is now completely enveloped by a holy scroll.

That holy light formed a thick protective shield for the Sacred Heart Empire.

The holy scrolls scattered throughout the country are also radiating the light of holiness.

Countless devotional crowds were praying to the holy scroll.

Their figures are slowly disappearing, and above the Sacred Heart, infinite faith is condensing.

Sacred Heart smiled, laughing heartily.

"Haha, what a pure faith, there is no ink giant, there is no heart of the universe, only my saint!"

It's just that in a place where the saint can't see, a small figure shines with a yellow light.

The yellow light was weak, but it was strong.

It's weak, as if a person can puncture it.

It is so strong that even the saints cannot discover its existence.

It's like an outlier in the Sacred Heart Empire, existing but not discovered.

The faith above the Sacred Heart gathered more and more, and a large white vortex slowly formed.

In the middle of the white vortex was like a portal, and in it was a face looking down.

The white light of the holy scroll gradually increased, and the countless pious figures followed one after another.

They had a smile on their faces and hope in their hearts.

The divine kingdom of heaven has been revealed, and they will have eternal life there!

"It's coming, it's coming, it's a little bit close, it's a little bit close...

The saint murmured in a low voice, adjusting his state of mind.

He looked into the universe, where there was a barrier.

That's the barrier set by the Heart of the Universe.

This barrier protects the heart of the universe, but it also blocks her vision.

What if you don't block it?

The Sacred Heart has been sacrificed, the Divine Descent has been initiated, and the plan of the saints has succeeded.

There are no obstacles, only time.

The saint clenched his fists and his eyes lit up:

"Mo Ju, this time, I must devour you clean!"

Mo Ju was caught by the saint and exiled again.

There were countless Outer Universe Divine Beasts rushing in his heart now.

He felt that there was no divine beast in the universe that could run in his heart.

This can be tricked, and there is no one.

Be careful, be careful, and find the back pad, but still hit the trick.

It's really unspeakable!

The main thing is nothing else, he is still holding the Holy Venerable!

What is this called?

The golden pen in the Holy Venerable's hand was emitting a powerful golden light, and the thick ink on the pen had already dyed the two of them golden.

Wrapped in thick ink layer by layer, the two of them are like double yellows in a golden egg, waiting for people to find out.

The golden egg kept floating, and I don't know how far it had floated.

Mo Ju and the Holy Venerable also fell into a deep sleep under the influence of the ink incense.

Not long after they floated away, a large battleship appeared in their position.

Above, several familiar figures were looking around.

"I obviously felt the familiar fluctuations here just now, why didn't I have them?"

"yes, I thought it was Moju coming to greet us!"

"Don't say hello, can you run so far to greet you?"

"It's not you, what's moving, if it weren't for you, we would be able to deviate so much?!"

A few people said a word, and the topic was instantly crooked elsewhere.

"Shut up to my mother!"

A coquettish reprimand made everyone obediently shut up.

Xiao You looked at the traces in front of him, anxious.

Obviously, he sensed Mo Ju, but after a while, his kung fu was gone.

Could it be that something has happened to Mo Ju?

Supposedly, Moju shouldn't be here.

"Xiaojun, have you sensed anything? In which direction did they go? ”

Lu Xiaojun took Xiao You's hand and comforted softly:

"Don't worry, Xiaoyou, I believe that Brother Mo Juju will be fine, it is estimated that only you have the deepest feeling here, you calm down and try again!"

Lu Xiaojun's words are not untargeted.

Of the ones who have the parts of the ink giant, only Xiao You has the same bloodline as the ink giant.

The transformation of her spleen has brought her and Mo Ju's blood relationship infinitely closer.

They are like brothers and sisters, so the induction of the two of them is the closest.

Here, if Xiao You can't sense it, then it will be even more difficult for others to sense it.

Lu Xiaojun comforted Xiaoyou, hoping that she could regain her composure.

Only when she regains her composure can she better play the role of her bloodline.

was said by Lu Xiaojun, Xiaoyou's mood stabilized a lot at once.

She slowly ran the energy, carefully sensing the remnants.

The crowd was not idle, and they were also observing the direction of the trace more closely.

Suddenly, Xiao You's energy stopped all of a sudden, and her eyes widened.

Lu Xiaojun hurriedly asked:

"How? Did you find it? ”

Xiao You shook his head at first, and then nodded again.

Lu Xiaojun didn't know why, and the others also quickly surrounded him:

"How? Got eyebrows? ”

Xiao You looked at everyone's expectant eyes, her face was a little bad, she shook her head and said:

"I don't know if it's counted, it feels very vague, but it's a regular fluctuation, like Mo Ju, but not like him."

She thought the rhythm was familiar, but she didn't dare to confirm it.

She looked up at the crowd and asked them:

"What do you think? Shall we chase after it? ”

Lu Xiaojun said an astonishing sentence without hesitation:

"That's Mo Ju, let's chase!"

They were chasing Moju, who had been asleep.

It was as if he was dormant, and it was as if he was making a final breakthrough.

Perhaps the day he broke his shell would be the time of the saint's demise.

Maybe his will will fall back to the ink star, but when will he wake up?

Everything is unknown.

The light shield of the Sacred Heart Empire has been opened, and countless faiths have flown out of it, flying towards that endless vortex.

The luster of the whirlpool grew brighter and stronger, and the holy appearance was like the call of heaven.

The pious people are hurrying towards the kingdom of heaven, and they are not afraid of life and death.

In a trance, the holy scrolls trembled, and they shone brightly, piercing the sky.

The white whirlpool portal opened, and a majestic figure revealed half of its body.

He looked down, at the holy scroll, and with a wave of his hand, an even more sacred scroll unfolded.

The handwriting on it is clearly visible: Holy Descent!

All the holy scrolls trembled at the same time, as if welcoming the arrival of their masters.

The Sacred Heart Empire became a sea of white light in an instant.

The white light went straight through the vortex and connected into a channel.

The saint stepped down from it and descended to the Sacred Heart.

The golden pen is held in his hand, the holy scroll is held in front of his chest, and the saint's face is warm, and he clicks the holy words:

"My loyal people, may you be at peace in the kingdom of holiness!"