Rows of big bald heads rushed quickly towards the battlefield, and their golden lights glittered as if they were singing praises to the saints.

The addition of the big Buddha head has changed the battle situation slightly.

Those people from the Moyuan Empire had already rushed forward, and the friends were also looking for their opponents.

Those huge little brothers are also providing protection for these ordinary people.

When the Dao Lord and his Tian Yuan Empire joined the battle, the influence of the big bald head slowly disappeared under the dissolution of the Dao Master.

There was only a sea of bitterness, and his heart was slightly filled with bitter water, and he was once again blocked back.

The bitter sea is boundless, and when he turns back to the shore, he slowly turns around and disappears.

The saint and Mo Ju have moved away from the battlefield.

The two of them, like old friends who haven't seen each other for many years, are chatting about family routines.

"Mo Ju, it seems that you are still slightly better, and the Heart of the Universe will help you even if it disintegrates!"

"Holy man, stop, can't eternal life make you a target?"

The sage wiped the golden pen on the scroll, smoothed the stroke, and with a sneer on his face:

"Mo Ju, under this universe, is there really eternal life? Outside of that dragon gate, why is there another figure? ”

Mo Ju shook his head, he didn't know how to answer the saint's question.

"Mo Ju, you want to jump over the dragon gate to go home, and I also want to jump over that dragon gate to go out and have a look, but that dragon gate can only have you."

The saint reminisced about the past, as if he had opened a conversation.

"This universe is someone else's universe after all, it is not mine, nor yours, we are still under the control of others after all."

"Mo Ju, do you think you're really right now?"

Mo Ju scratched his head, he was a little difficult to answer, so he could only murmur:

"I don't know, so I'm going to go back and figure it out, no matter who controls it, I'm just me now, I just want to go home, bring my wife home too, I only have this one small goal."

"Well, that's all it can be! Come on, let's see the real thing! ”

Mo Ju's respectful salute:

"Please advise!"

The golden pen of the saint was held, and the holy scroll was unfolded and lined up in turn.

His wrist strained and he began to write:

"I was born between heaven and earth!"

The handwriting was written on the holy scroll, vigorous and powerful, and with a whistling, these handwritings flew towards the ink giant.

Mo Ju didn't dare to be careless, he responded cautiously, and the energy of the four directions was gathered in his palm, hitting forward one by one.

The big characters collided with these energies and caused the starry sky to vibrate.

There is the faith of the saint on the handwriting, and the will of the saint is on the handwriting.

That faith is on a par with the will and the ink.

Before Mo Ju could dissolve these words, the second attack of the saint had already arrived.

I saw that the golden pen of the saint dripped thick ink, and the second page was already written in large characters:

"Make immortal deeds!"

These big characters are different from the previous ones, which exude infinite pride, such as heroes of the world.

Mo Ju carefully savored the changes in the handwriting.

He was also amazed by the deeds of the saints.

No one can succeed casually, and neither do saints.

After the immortal deeds, there are countless sorrows.

Behind the heroes of the world, there are a lot of white bones.

Although this handwriting has pride, there is more sorrow.

Although Mo Ju admired the saint, he was not affected by this handwriting.

The firmness of the will of the universe will not change because of a saint.

Mo Ju waved his hand to disperse the handwriting, and he beckoned to the sage:

"Sage, will you take this to see the truth?"

The saint didn't say anything, and his golden pen was still wandering around the holy scroll.

"I stand on my own feet!"

"Spread the articles of the Ten Thousand Saints!"

"I'll walk on my own in the stars!"

"Shine on the Holy Light of the Ten Thousand Skies!"

"I am proud to stand on the stars!"

"Fight for all the nations!"

Rows of handwriting are like cannons coming towards the ink giant in all directions.

The will of the saint on these handwritings is even more profound, and he has begun to slowly affect the starry sky around him.

Mo Ju's side twisted one by one, making Mo Ju more careful.

Black light surged around him, dodging the attack of the handwriting.

At the same time, he was also thinking about a way, how to counter the saint's attack.

The saint was still writing hard, surrounded by holy light, and countless articles held him up.

Page by page of the book is like an endless stream of faith, protecting the saint tightly.

Mo Ju was still trying his best to resist the invasion of those handwritings.

The power above made Mo Ju feel terrified.

That kind of power makes you want to understand, want to touch, want to accept all this.

It's not just the power of the saints, but the words have their own power.

Each text carries the inheritance of human beings and is immortal.

The more Mo Ju looked at it, the more shocked he became.

Saint, his great deeds have gone beyond the realm of human beings.

No wonder he wants to be beyond the universe.

At the speed of human development, this universe has been occupied by the inheritance of mankind.

All species are human-centered.

Even the heart of the universe is human.

Isn't the Chaos Dragon Clan also going to incarnate as a human at some stage?

This is a universe of human beings, humanity.

Mo Ju's thinking diverged suddenly, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong:

"Not good! The will has been affected! ”

Mo Ju hurriedly used his energy to expel those distracting thoughts from his mind.

Mo Ju hurriedly looked for the reason for all this, he searched all over his body, and only then did he find a word on his arm: people.

The handful of characters is emitting holy light, affecting Mo Ju's thoughts.

"It's worthy of a saint, and before you know it, you've launched an attack!"

Mo Ju admired the ability of the saint very much, he could always plant his faith unconsciously.

A wave of energy ignited, and Mo Ju burned the word 'human' clean.

A flash of black light engulfed the holy light above.

Mo Ju sneered and responded to the sage:

"Even if you are a saint, why do I have to believe in the Holy Light, hehe!"

The saint is still like that, the old god is sitting upright, and the golden pen in his hand does not stop.

The powerful words, each with the faith of a saint.

After a while, the golden pen stopped, the saint shook the scroll, and countless words dispersed towards the starry sky.

Mo Ju hurriedly dodged away, also hitting the words, trying to figure out what it was.

But the words were dense, and when he looked at it again, the edges of his body were already surrounded by countless words.

The saint slowly stood up, holding the golden pen in his right hand and the holy scroll in his left hand, with a warm smile on his face, and the holy voice was lightly revealed:

"Educate sentient beings!"

Countless words fell from the sky, as if there was no end.

Those words pass through the stars and are rooted in people's hearts.

The battlefield was instantly peaceful, and there was no more fighting.

Even those big bald heads no longer shimmer with golden light.

All those affected by the handwriting are closing their eyes, they are feeling, they are feeling the power of these words.

Mo Ju knew it was not good at a glance.

The saint wants to repeat his old tricks, he wants to use these people as nourishment!

"Sage, you have a good calculation!"

Mo Juju roared, it was the sound wave unique to the Chaos Dragons.

This sound wave, with the will of the universe, penetrates people's bodies.

Some people wake up, some people are still addicted, no one knows, they have walked around the ghost door closed.

Mo Ju looked at the crowd who were still indulging, and there was some disappointment in his eyes.

His will is still a little too weak.

Even with the full support of the Cosmic Heart, he is still the shortest board.

The sage chose a good timing, he just saw Mo Ju's weakness at this time.

The will is not divergent, the sentient beings have no feedback, and Mo Ju is a rootless duckweed.

He wants to defeat the saint by relying on the faith and will of these people now, that is really wishful thinking.

Mo Ju's demolition saint didn't care.

He walked slowly in the starry sky, like a walk.

It's just that the starry sky he walked through has long been dark.

"Everywhere I go, everything is bright!"

The Holy Light, the infinite Holy Light, waved down from the starry sky, and that holy light pierced the starry sky and shone on the darkness of the universe.

There was a roar in the distance, a cheer for the Light.

One prayer after another, it is a blessing for the saints.

Humans, birds, beasts, insects, fish, and countless plants.

They are all giving their strength to the Light.

Those forces converge towards the saints, making the saints more exalted.

The power of the saint reached its peak at this moment.

Mo Ju looked at the appearance of the saint, and his heart was bitter:

"What can I do? With this little bit of people and junior brothers, there is no way to compare faith with saints! ”

Mo Ju hesitated, he felt the weakness of his will.

He had no way to carry out a complete cleansing of the influence of the saints.

But if the saint is allowed to go on like this, it will be a matter of time before all beings surrender.

"Is there really no way? My will, which has no effect on the detached saints? ”

"Moju!"

"Moju!"

"Moju!"

Seven calls in a row made Mo Ju's brain sober up instantly.

Mo Ju heard the concern of his friends.

Pluto, Lepus, Red Supergiant, Xiaoyou, Ye Chen, Lin Guoer, Tiangong family.

These concerns were nourishing Mo Ju's will and making him feel warm.

"You guys..."

Mo Ju's eyes were a little moist, and he felt very happy.

"Child, release your will and restore peace to this universe!"

A low dragon roar.

That was the unwillingness of the Chaos Dragons.

Mo Ju felt the love in this power.

Once again, he felt that his family was always by his side.

"Roar!"

A special sound wave pierced the saint's words.

There is a supreme will in this sound wave, which makes these words irresistible.

Language, at some point, will always be pale.

The exchange of information has never been a matter of language and writing.

Only human beings have a variety of languages.

Because they don't understand the direct exchange of information.

A look, a movement, that's all information.

Only those who don't understand will explain it in words.

Only those who can't understand it will have words to pass it on.

A star wave, a dragon's roar, there is endless information in it, and countless words are needed to explain it.

That's the human evil.

I felt the care from my friends and the warmth from my family.

Mo Ju's will is rising, and he is like the universe, which is growing infinitely.

Mo Ju raised his eyes to look at the saint who was high up, and he was still praising the words.

The countless handwritings carried the holy light, baptizing the starry sky.

Mo Ju roared angrily, and his will was raised:

"Saint! Today is your end! ”