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Chapter 646 115. Moon God and Supreme Wu

The arrow streaked across the chaotic sky, searching for the dark line of death of the man high above.

Ripples gently appeared, and the pale moonlight illuminated the wriggling behemoth on the back of the universe.

The laurel was crystal clear, standing in the center of darkness, and the black and red barbs grew towards the laurel, but were forced back. Boundless chaos covered the universe from outside, turning all the creatures in this universe into bubbles, and then, the rhyme of Tao bloomed.

The universe is dead silent, including the formless incarnation that has been hiding in the darkness.

Incalculable years ago, when the Supreme Wu ignited himself to achieve Silence, all the creatures in this universe were killed by His Dao Rhythm, and the superficial peace of this universe was only a false bubble. Now a new challenger appeared, and the arrow shot and hit Him, making Him furious, so He completely walked out of the bedchamber where he was recuperating and awakened. This move shook countless world lines, because something disappeared inexplicably.

The seeds he sowed returned, bringing him strength and carrying him out of his bedroom.

The Dao rhyme of Supreme Wu is the chaotic tide that annihilates the universe, but it is not a tide in the true sense, but a behemoth composed of chaos. In the center of the waves, you can peek into a disgusting eyeball. The surging tide is the movement of this behemoth's body and the waving of its tentacles.

Black and red spikes clustered together to form a throne.

The woman on the laurel did not look up at the chaotic tide, but looked down at the ground below.

An eye occupied the bottom of the entire universe. The Supreme Wu put his eye here to see who was offending him. The eyeball moved, and the deep dark pupil made the woman feel extremely disgusted. The huge white of the eye was full of bloodshot and was throbbing slightly.

"Oh... the smell of Chang Xi. I thought I could see the bright moonlight again, but a thief appeared instead."

The eyeballs moved and a faint voice was heard.

The woman said nothing, but drew her bow.

She closed one eye, and the eye she was aiming at ignited with a bright moonlight flame, connecting to the quiet death.

As the inscription on the arrow became apparent, the eyeball at the bottom of the universe shrank sharply. The replica made with this inscription could calm His anger, but now, the real thing appeared before His eyes and was held in the woman's hand. The inscription appeared and disappeared with the rhythm of the spirit, and the scar on His throne began to burst out with a tearing and burning breath again, as if it was resonating with the inscription!

This pain was unbearable even for the Supreme!

The next moment, the chaotic tide roared down, instantly swallowing up all the bright moonlight. At the same time, a soft hum came from the laurel tree, the bowstring vibrated slightly, and a dazzling stream of light rushed straight up into the chaotic wave.

Compared with the scene that seemed like the collapse of the universe, the arrow shot by the woman seemed so tiny that it seemed to be shattered at the slightest touch by such power.

But it was this insignificant arrow that penetrated the chaotic torrent that was rolling down, and the weight of the entire universe was pressed upon the arrow. The eyes at the bottom of the universe did not care, because the arrow was too weak, and as the chaotic torrent spread, the stream of light was also swallowed up, and the darkness remained boundless.

The woman did not care about the defeat, even though the place she was in was almost completely eroded by the will of the Supreme.

She poured everything she had into the bow and arrow in her hand, and let the laurel tree at her feet defend her from the Supreme's killing moves. It was her companion who had grown up with her. They were connected in mind. From a small courtyard to the vast Moon Palace, every detail of it was remembered by the branches and leaves of the laurel. Along the way, they met too many enemies and illuminated too many worlds. Now, facing the Supreme, the woman also entrusted her life to the laurel.

But after all, facing the Supreme, the power of chaos is still eroding.

The woman continued to draw her bow.

The second one.

The twisted darkness had begun to engulf the area where she stood, and the pure light became polluted. Deep in the darkness, the master who controlled chaos sneered.

The woman still didn't care and she nocked the third arrow.

The light flickered, and the wriggling monster swallowed the arrow unchanged.

Her efforts seemed to be in vain.

Her fate seemed to be no different from that of the previous immortal. Having offended the Supreme Being, she would surely face death. The woman continued to draw her bow.

The laurel began to tremble, and the sound of the realm breaking apart was heard.

The fourth one.

The fifth one.

The realm of moonlight was completely shattered, and black and red thorns pierced the laurel, dissecting the sacred tree like tearing apart prey.

The woman drew her bow and began to hum softly. It was an ancient war song of Kyushu, which Moon Mother Chang Xige had once sung with her husband. But now she had no one to rely on, so she sang this war song to herself. Transmigration always comes with loneliness, and she had long been accustomed to walking alone and becoming the most powerful one.

Arrows were shot one after another.

The singing voices rose up, the crystal clear laurel branches and leaves sparkled with divine light, and the figures of the people of Kyushu appeared on the branches and leaves. The throne carried the history and the past, and she encountered a crisis. The people of Kyushu who had been watched by the throne sang the war song with her across the years.

The darkness stagnated, and the honorable position bought her a lot of time.

"Where is the sky, and where are the twelve parts..."

Twelve full moons slowly rose, and the moonlight poured down. In a trance, a quiet ocean appeared, reflecting the twelve full moons. The full moon rotated, the first one was a full moon, until the twelfth one, when the moonlight disappeared and turned into a dark moon.

Her moon bow also changed to the color of the dark moon.

She drew the bow slowly and with great effort.

The twelfth one.

This is the power of the Dark Moon, the power of the Moon Mother, and also her power as an immortal!

The twelve arrows correspond to the twelve moons reflected by the honorable throne, and now it is the last dark moon.

  The eyes that were gazing at this universe closed, and the disgusting eyeballs and whites of the eyes transformed into the original appearance of the universe. In the deep darkness, twelve moons illuminated an isolated and unruly figure, and she launched an usurpation of the Supreme!

"Where do the sun and the moon belong, and where are the stars arranged?" the woman murmured.

The arrow symbolizing the dark moon was shot out, and she gathered the last remaining power of the throne into the arrow. Without the protection of the throne, her domain collapsed in an instant, darkness swallowed her, and the laurel was pierced and cut by the thorns, and crystal dust flew everywhere.

Under the broken drizzle of laurel, she closed her eyes. The Moon Bow could not bear the power of the noble position. The bowstring broke, the bow body dimmed, and became nothingness at the moment before the darkness came.

"Despicable!" A roar came from outside the universe. The voice was full of resentment. It was hard to imagine that the Supreme's emotions could fluctuate like this.

Scarlet blood flooded the darkness.

The moment the Dark Moon Arrow flew past, the eleven arrows that were swallowed up vibrated together.

This is simply slamming the dignity in Wu's face!

Tearing open old wounds and leaving new bloody scars.

Wu could see nothing. The dark moon wiped out his concept of "eyes". Whether in the past or in the present, whether far or near, everything was dark.

He cannot even see Himself, so He cannot see His own tentacles entwining Himself or His own teeth tearing at His own flesh.

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