Paragon of Immortal Path - Chapter 1911

Miao Jun continued to make seemingly senseless resistance, and his role was only to delay the time for Pu Yuan and Yang Junshan to join hands to completely suppress it.

Yang Junshan sneered: “you’d better worry about your own!”

Miao Jun looked as if he didn’t care. He still smiled and said to himself, “compared with other leaders of the plane world who have been infiltrated and integrated silently by the plane’s original will for a long time, there is no doubt that you are an alien!”

“The plane will of Fengtian world is so huge that it even needs the joint efforts of nine world leaders to control it. However, due to your existence and the early disintegration of Fengtian world, nearly half of the plane will forcibly impact and penetrate you in a short time. Compared with other world leaders who have not penetrated silently for a long time, your experience is undoubtedly much shorter, but also violent More. ”

The lightning of Zixiao shenlei has climbed to Miao Jun’s chest. Yang Junshan sneered: “all this is thanks to you. Unfortunately, your calculation finally failed.”

Miao Jun has been imprisoned in place by the mirror light cage of Puyuan Tianzun at this time, and his body is constantly eroded by the Zixiao God thunder of Yang Junshan. However, he still looks like an unchanged face, and his tone is calm: “it is indisputable that the original will of the plane, or me, the original and ideal goal is you!”

“So, it’s Yang who should be flattered?” Yang Junshan sneered in his tone.

Miao Jun turned a deaf ear to this and continued: “this violent impact and penetration from the divine soul may cause serious divine soul trauma to you. It was not enough. It was just a helpless move under the early disintegration of Fengtian.”

“But because I have successfully won and lost, and I have condensed my personality consciousness in this body, I naturally don’t care whether your spirit consciousness is complete. It’s a big deal to win and lose again after completely eliminating your spirit consciousness!”

Yang Junshan snorted coldly and shook his wrist. Lei Mang, who was wrapped around his chest and abdomen, suddenly looked up and turned into a short gun and stabbed into Miao Jun’s chest.

The splashed blood could swim by itself in the air, trying to avoid the capture of thunder and mirror light, but it was finally annihilated under the splashed thunder and crisscross mirror light.

The broken wound on the chest is trying to close, but it is forcibly torn and scorched by Lei mang. Such repeated competition can only bring greater pain to Miao Jun.

There is no doubt that Miao Junxian Zun, who was robbed of his original will, and his physical cultivation, also stepped into the realm of “blood dropping and rebirth”.

Miao Jun snorted, his face turned pale, but he still bared his teeth and showed a slightly ferocious smile.

“It’s a pity that your way of coping was unexpected. It is a bold and novel means to combine with several other leaders to regulate the impact of the original will of the plane under your protection, so as to greatly reduce the impact of the original will.”

“What’s more unexpected is that in the face of the temptation to achieve chaos supremacy in an instant, you actually chose to give up, but found another way to strengthen the body. In a way that seems to abandon the basics, you pushed your forging technique to the fifth level of immortality, so as to avoid the impact and penetration of the plane will on your spirit again.”

In the chaos, thirty-six mirror lights were emitted from thirty-six Haotian mirrors suspended in all directions, and finally gathered on Miao Jun’s body.

Zixiao leimang of Yang Junshan also gradually crossed his shoulder and grabbed his throat.

“Do you have anything else to say?”

The thunder spear in Yang Junshan’s hand points to Miao Jun’s throat.

Although the chaotic origin can greatly weaken the scope of divine sense induction, Yang Junshan can still judge that more and more great supernatural powers have arrived or are coming here through the ripples transmitted by the flow of the chaotic origin.

Miao Jun doesn’t seem to care about his next fate. Even if he has only one head left, he still says with a smile: “Yang Junshan, do you think I was really imprisoned by your array left in chaos before?”

Yang Junshan looked unchanged and said, “of course it’s impossible! That’s just the means I used to warn. Yang is not arrogant enough to imprison a Taoist peak with a remnant array eroded by the source of chaos!”

“Then do you know why I should be imprisoned there by your array instead of breaking free at the first time?”

At the beginning, Miao Jun ridiculed Puyuan Tianzun, and then he talked with Yang Junshan. Later, he basically ignored the existence of Puyuan Tianzun.

Puyuan Tianzun also seems to have been playing down his existence, but as a helper, he is helping Yang Junshan suppress Miao Jun.

Whether Puyuan, Miao Jun or Yang Junshan, they all understand that when the real last moment comes, it can only be a duel between Miao Jun and Yang Junshan, who inherit and carry most of the original will of Fengtian world.

Either one party remains, or both die together and die together!

As for the possibility of coexistence, when Miao Jun stayed outside the entrance of chaos, it no longer existed.

Yang Junshan glanced at the chaotic entrance and said, “it seems that there are other accidents!”

Puyuan Tianzun’s face suddenly changed. He seemed to think of some possibility, not because of Yang Junshan or Miao Jun, but related to himself.

At this moment, Puyuan Tianzun even had an impulse to withdraw as soon as possible.

However, he finally held back. At this point, if he gave up now, everything he had done before would be useless. Moreover, even now it is too late to return to the star world of Zhou Tian, what should come will still come!

Miao Jun suddenly had a strange look, like a martyr, raised his head and face, looked as if he could penetrate the chaos and see the future, and his voice shook in the chaos like singing: “come on, come on, what are you waiting for, make a final contest, the world will not die, and will be reborn on you!”

Cracks began to appear on Miao Jun’s body. The whole person looked like a broken glass. Miao Jun actually chose self extinction at this time!

“No!”

Puyuan Tianzun was shocked and moved at will.

However, Yang Junshan was one step faster than him at this time.

“Mace!”

The sound of breaking drinking vibrates chaos, and even intercepts the chaotic source gushing outward from the entrance of chaos.

Puyuan Tianzun’s body was shocked, and he stubbornly stopped the body he was about to come forward. A trace of fear and hesitation even flashed across his face.

A mace shadow cut through the chaos from his eyes, broke the confinement of time and space, and knocked heavily on Miao Jun’s cracked body.