The saint continued to do his thing, and he didn't care about Moju's roar.

The roar of a small dragon is always a deterrent, not a threat.

What he needs is the faith of the people, and only this faith belongs to him, and this is his heaven and earth!

Streams of holy light rushed down, and chapter after chapter page was turned up.

Countless words rushed towards the starry sky with power.

Those pious crowds are also offering their last strength to the saints.

Just in a small corner, a figure was squirming.

He was resisting, resisting the influence of the Light.

The Holy Venerable, the number one junior brother of this saint, is now completely lost from what he used to be.

His body was covered in scars, a sacrifice made to resist that faith.

The betrayal of the Lord caught the Lord off guard, and the Lord controlled his actions.

But he had no other way but to control the Holy Venerable first.

The saint only controlled the behavior of the saint, but he could not control his heart.

Mo Ju's attack made the saint have no time to take care of the saint.

He could only throw the Holy Venerable in a corner and keep him away from the battlefield.

Only now, once again, the Venerable is out of control.

The Venerable finally had his action, and he was slowly approaching the Saint.

It's just that his movements are very slow, so slow that no one pays attention to him.

The sage's focus has always been on Mo Ju's body.

He was already feeling threatened now.

He also heard a different will in that dragon roar.

Mo Ju is growing rapidly, and he seems to be connected to the Chaos Dragon Clan.

The saint's brow frowned slightly:

"Chaos Dragon Clan, sure enough, I still don't worry about Mo Ju! But that's okay, now it's my world! ”

The saint's golden pen clicked twice on the scroll.

Just as he wanted to click it a third time, his face changed color.

The holy scrolls are burning page by page, and those words are disappearing.

Looking at this situation, the saint's eyes looked sharply at Mo Ju.

The culprit of all this is Mo Ju, and the heart of the universe.

If it weren't for her, how could the Holy Scroll have been destroyed!

If it weren't for her, how could the holy scroll not be able to withstand the energy of the golden pen, how could it be incinerated by the will of the ink giant!

The saint's face was angry, and the golden pen was lifted, and he threw it vigorously at Mo Ju:

"Splash ink!"

A drop of golden ink with supreme power, like a storm, overwhelming the sky, wanting to pour the ink giant into a soup chicken.

Mo Ju looked at the golden ink and did not panic at all.

"Ink is good ink, it's just not quite the right place to write! Open it to Lao Tzu! ”

Mo Ju put his hands to the sky, and a golden pen was also held in his hand.

Golden pens, not only saints!

Mo Ju rubbed the barrel of the gold pen, the gold pen rotated infinitely, and the pen blades on it spread out, and the roots were distinct.

The energy on Mo Ju's body surged, and the golden pen was like an umbrella under the infusion of energy, blocking the ink rain.

"Sage, it's just a drizzle, I'm afraid you can't think of it."

The saint was also a little unhappy in the face of Mo Ju's methods.

The golden pen was thrown to Mo Ju by him, originally wanting the Holy Venerable to bring it back, but the Holy Venerable actually left it to Mo Ju.

The saint turned his head and glanced in the direction of the Saint Venerable, who had already become a white point of light.

The saint shook his head, and the saint was about to be assimilated by the holy light, and it was useless.

"Humph! I'll clean you up later! ”

The saint snorted coldly, he no longer paid attention to the saint, and mustered up his spirit to attack Mo Ju.

This time he did not use weapons again.

His person disappeared directly, and his reappearance was already in front of Mo Ju's eyes.

"Rest on your laurels!"

The mantra came out of his mouth.

Mo Ju felt that there was a force around him that was blocking.

The power kept his footsteps from moving.

There is only one chance, and the saint understands the power of the mantra very well, and for Mo Ju, solving the mantra is a matter of moments.

Therefore, the saint did not hesitate at all, and seeing that Mo Ju was delayed, the saint stepped up the rhythm of the attack.

The holy light on his hands gradually rose, directly covering Mo Ju's head:

"Twin winds fill your ears!"

Mo Ju was sighing for that mantra, and suddenly found that the saint's attack was so simple and direct.

His will is like a knife, directly cutting into the ban around him.

"Sting!"

The ban was directly cut open, and Mo Ju's actions restored his freedom.

But the whistling palms were already next to his ears.

Mo Ju hurriedly raised his hands, his hands were covered with black light, protected by his ears, and roared:

"Open!"

One move and one attack, the two of them are like villagers in the mountains, fighting very embarrassed.

Your punch and my kick attack hit the body even more, making the body tremble for a while.

The pain in the fingers can no longer hold the claws, and the blood marks on the teeth also make the two of them dare not bite more.

The most primitive collision has made these two people miserable.

Their behavior is also a surprise to those who are watching.

"This is a saint?"

"Is this Moju?"

"I'm afraid they're not savages... Why do you still have a bite?。。。 ”

"Look at the blood and the energy ... Hey! ~”

The two of them were like they were tired, and no one did it anymore.

It's just that the corners of the saint's mouth bring out a smile:

"Mo Ju, are you very happy that you think you can beat me?"

The saint slowly walked towards Mo Ju, without the surge of energy, without the possession of holy light.

He was like an ordinary person, just approaching Mo Ju.

Mo Ju hurriedly retreated, he avoided the saint, for fear that he would have some tricks.

But his movements were still a little slow, and he was a little weak now.

"Hehe, Mo Ju, you can't escape my control anymore! Hahaha! ”

The saint laughed, laughing so hard that Mo Ju was a little hairy.

"What's the situation?"

Mo Ju hurriedly looked for something wrong with his body.

Those wounds have the presence of holy light, but the wounds of the saint also have his great will.

The interweaving of black light and white light is like the entanglement of will and consciousness.

The saint slammed forward, and once again came to Mo Ju's side, Mo Ju wanted to run, but his steps did not move.

Mo Ju was startled, he looked at his ankles, there were rows of tooth marks, and the holy light on them was exceptionally bright.

"Sage, you are really insidious!"

But the sage didn't pay attention to Mo Ju's ridicule, he laughed:

"Haha! Mo Ju, do you think this is the end? You're so naïve! ”

The holy light on the saint's body suddenly blaze, and it was as if he was burning himself and burning his faith.

But his body rushed towards Mo Ju, and the saint roared angrily:

"Moju, just like we are born again in this faith!"

The saint hugged Mo Ju, and directly hit Mo Ju's heart with his faith and his soul.

"Saint! You're going to take over the magpie's nest! ”

Mo Ju finally reacted now, it turned out that the saint wanted to swallow his soul directly!

Mo Ju tried his best to resist, but the faith had already exploded, making Mo Ju's mind lose in an instant.

"Moju!"

"Moju."

"Brother Moju!"

"Boss Moju!"

"Ink Boy!"

The shouts were high and low, and the tones were different.

Mo Ju once again felt the care from all directions.

The whirlpool in his body turned sharply, and the stars flashed with a thousand rays of light, giving Mo Ju a boost.

Mo Ju controlled the energy to the maximum, hoping to overwhelm the faith of the saint and squeeze out the saint.

It's just that he is still a little weak now, and he can't deliver more energy.

The two of them began a stalemate, and neither could take the other, but neither dared to let go.

At this moment, a white point of light flashed, very abruptly.

This was followed by a scream from the saint, which resounded through the starry sky.

"Ah!!h

The puppet of the saint, the plaything of the saint, the leader of the city of the Sacred Heart: the Holy Venerable.

He quietly gave the saint a knife.

The saint was a little stunned.

When did the Lord break free of control?

His eyes began to glaze out.

Scenes flowed in his eyes.

The majesty of the Sacred Heart.

Sacred Heart College's blog post.

Faithful faith in the Empire of the Sacred Heart.

It's all a thing of the past.

The saint was defeated in this way, and he was ultimately unable to control the resistance of the saint.

The Saint Venerable's knife stabbed him in a key position.

The sword bears the will of the Lord himself, and no longer bears the mark of the saint.

"Holy Venerable! How dare you! ”

The saint did not expect that the saint would give him a knife at this time.

He had thought that Mo Ju's friends would come over and upset the balance.

But in the end, it was the Holy Venerable that he had always trusted.

And the location of this knife stab is precisely the most fatal place.

"Give me death!"

The saint's angry blow before he died shattered the saint to pieces.

It's just that the Holy Venerable has a smile on his face, and death may be a kind of happiness for him.

He finally didn't have to be a puppet anymore.

He finally became a free man.

The saint's hateful blow shattered his own balance of power.

His faith slowly crumbled.

Countless points of light were drawn from his body and scattered into the universe.

The point of light meets the darkness of the universe and slowly loses its light.

Without the support of the will, it is just some energy without roots.

The energy dissipated, and the points of light disappeared, leaving no trace.

In the end, the saint was invincible to Mo Ju's will.

The unreachable energy of the whip made him unwilling.

But there was nothing he could do, and he wanted to reorganize his forces.

Mo Ju didn't give him a chance to regroup again.

The whirlpool turned sharply, the stars shook violently, and the streams of energy were full of color.

They gather in the starry sky, absorb those points of light, and slowly turn into a lightless state.

Mo Ju controlled these energies, surrounded his body, and drew two punches.

The huge energy directly hit the saint's body.

It carries the consciousness of the universe and the will of the ink giant, which is unmatched.

The body of the saint could no longer withstand the squeeze of the universe and shattered into particles.

Looking at the slowly dissipating body, the saint was indignant:

"Moju! One day I'll tear you to shreds! ”

Mo Ju waved his hand at him, very casually.

He didn't care about the threat of the saints.

The saint was no longer a threat to him.

Even if the saint can come back again, it will be after countless years of reincarnation.

Can the Terrans produce another saint like this?

Hard.

Stopping and looking at the countless Terrans and countless friends, Mo Ju's heart was very warm.

That is his ultimate dependence, and that is also the hope of the species under the stars.

In the depths of their hearts, a small flame flickered, and that was the birth of their own will.

The will of the universe is back on track after all.

Everything is calm, and life is as light as water.

The year 2000 of the universe, the cosmic epoch:

The galactic war ended, with the close cooperation of the various races in the starry sky.

Under the combined efforts of the various empires on the planet of Ink.

Under the brave struggle of the major families, the alien species were repulsed, and the galaxy once again ushered in peace.

Among them, an unsung hero who returned from afar made great contributions.

He did not leave a name, only his legend.

But all species will remember his selfless dedication.