MTL - Evolved From Polluting the World-Chapter 96 The world is no longer lonely, the heaven is no longer lonely

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The statues of gods stand high above and are arranged outside the towering pavilion made of huge vertebrae. They grow out of the towering tower in all kinds of strange postures, some are standing, some are sitting, some are lying down, some are lying down, some are curled up like babies...

But without exception, all have an angry and inviolable face.

The sunny weather turned to gloomy in an instant.

Junjun felt that the air was starting to become very hot, and sweat kept coming out of his forehead. She quickly sealed herself and Lan Zhiwei's body with immortal energy to avoid direct contact with the unknown energy hidden in the air.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the courtiers who were kneeling around. It was found that they were in a very strange state.

He was motionless, unaware of what was happening at the moment.

Even the placket and hair are fixed.

Jun Jun realized that either this space was frozen, or he and Lan Zhiwei were not in the real world. This reminded her of her uncle's Moshan world.

"Your Majesty, it seems that they don't want to let people outside know what we are facing."

Lan Zhiwei said,

"This further shows...they will definitely not allow us to continue to exist. Come to think of it, if we fail, then there will probably be rumors that the Holy Emperor collapsed during the sacrifice, and the Santian Pavilion chose Tianyi Yu Lan Zhimao as the new monarch. Come on then."

Jun Jun looked at the **** statue outside the tower, and couldn't help but think, is that the **** that he wants to become...

Why, it doesn't look and feel like a fairy.

At the bottom of the tower, a huge statue slowly grew out. Compared with other idols, it has a lot of bright colors attached to its body, and its shape is also significantly different. It looks more delicate... Unlike others, it looks like a clay sculpture.

The giant statue turned its two eyes stiffly, opened its mouth, showing its fangs, it looked at Junjun,

"Where did you find the magic of immortality?"

The tone of this statue is not like others, it is closer to the tone of normal people.

Junjun looked at it indifferently,

"What kind of cultivation technique?"

The god's eyes turned again,

"Why be silent."

"In Da Zhou, there is a basic etiquette, that is, before asking the other party, at least you have to explain your purpose."

"But, I'm not from Da Zhou."

"It's in the realm of Da Zhou now."

"I don't have a big week in my eyes, only the human world."

Jun Jun Dan Dan replied,

"There is no one in my eyes, only a stone. I can't answer a stone's question."

The idol looked at her silently,

"If that's the case, then let it go. It doesn't matter what your answer is. You always understand in your heart, but it's just a little bit of resistance. I regret to tell you that in a hundred years, a thousand years, and ten thousand years, Tianmen will Nor will it open for the world. Ordinary people have feelings, but Xianban has no intention."

Junjun said,

"I don't know what you're talking about. But if you're here to fight me, I'll accompany you."

"Fighting... vulgar words."

"Then don't babble and speak straight."

The idol began to shrink into the interior of the tower and said:

"Submit, in the name of a demon. Talk to the underworld, they won't enter the reincarnation, and they will be thrown out of the world and become two quicksands."

As soon as the voice disappeared, the statue also disappeared.

Afterwards, all the rest of the statues took the same posture, staring at Junjun and Lan Zhiwei.

Junjun said,

"Your Majesty... it seems that this happened today."

Lan Zhiwei said ashamedly,

"You could have been at peace with each other. Junjun, I was the one who killed you after all."

Junjun shook his head,

"It's what I want to do myself."

Even if Junjun is telling the truth, Lan Zhiwei still feels that he really owes this child who is not even eighteen years old. She had just ascended the throne, and the imperial court was in extreme trouble, and it was she who did those shameful things for herself to stabilize the situation. And now...

"Jun Jun, I..."

"Your Majesty, you don't need to say more." Jun Jun looked at Lan Zhiwei with complicated eyes, "Actually..."

She wanted to say something.

Lan Zhiwei waited. But in the end, Junjun just shook his head, "Get ready to meet. Maybe we will survive."

"I can't help you at all."

"Just stand still, even if you die, you must die as a king."

Very decisive.

Lan Zhiwei was speechless.

Jun Jun looked at the immortal class on the towering pavilion, and slowly changed his appearance. A huge halo appeared on her body one after another.

The immortal class members looked at her appearance, and each **** statue looked a little confused.

They don't quite understand what kind of immortal this mortal cultivates. This breath, this way of running energy, I have never heard of it, I have never seen it.

Weird, it's really weird!

"Sure enough, it's the other way around!"

I don't know which immortal suddenly spoke, and the stalemate was instantly broken.

Then, the immortals in the sky poured out a boundless celestial magic curtain. The immortal magic curtain quickly evolved into different magical weapons. Sword and spear stab.

All kinds of divine soldiers descended from the sky, completely crushing Lan Zhiwei and Junjun to death.

Lan Zhiwei had never seen such a scene before, and he was so shocked that he didn't know what to do.

"Your Majesty!" Jun Jun shouted loudly, and let him return to his senses.

Immediately, Junjun slapped his hands hard.

Out of nowhere, a drop of ink dripped. The moment the ink splashes on the ground, the surrounding environment changes rapidly. Everything is in ink.

Mountains rose from the ground, and rivers spread.

Towering trees, birds and beasts...

The Xianbanzhong manipulated the giant veil of immortality to evolve the magic weapon, and Junjun manipulated the world of Moshan to fight against the magic weapon.

A divine sword slashed, and a black-colored bird slammed away and perished together.

The divine soldiers rained down, and the ink-colored wind blew up.

Groups of colors exploded in the air, and the explosion of the magic weapon was the light of colorful rainbows.

Lan Zhiwei was shocked. He knew that Junjun was powerful, but he didn't expect Junjun's methods to be so powerful.

This... is simply not an ability that ordinary practitioners can display!

Also, she was only seventeen years old.

Her uncle, Mr. Zuo Chuan, only taught her personally for less than half a year.

It was hard for him to imagine that if he gave Junjun more than ten years, decades, and let Mr. Zuo Chuan teach her more time... What kind of situation would it be?

Fairies are just like that.

But while he was thinking about it, the immortal class all over the sky became even more angry.

They didn't expect that this mortal could actually resist, shouldn't he be crushed to death instantly?

They are angry, and they continue to strengthen the attack of the great veil of immortality.

Finally, under the pressure again and again, Junjun showed fatigue.

No matter how powerful and talented she is, she is still only one person after all. How can she deal with such a huge fairy magic curtain?

A palm-shaped divine weapon crossed the block of layers of ink and slammed onto the place where Junjun and Lan Zhiwei were standing.

Immortal magic burst, and the ink color was mad.

The moment Junjun's movements were out of balance, Lan Zhiwei's defenses collapsed immediately. The resistance has collapsed, not to mention the magic weapon, just the sense of oppression that comes with the immortal art giant curtain makes it difficult for him to resist. His face immediately flushed red, as if he was about to faint due to hyperemia.

At this moment, an ink-colored vine rose from the ground, wrapped him in it, and blessed him again.

After Jun Jun stabilized his figure, he looked this way and was stunned.

The ink-colored vines did not come from her hands.

It's not me, it's just... Xiaoyan.

"Senior sister, I'm here!" A mass of inky figures appeared, and then they were given color at a very fast speed.

As the saying goes, stand up front completely. Compared with yesterday, his spirit and energy were much better, but looking at his slightly dazed eyes, he still couldn't fully recover.

"How did you come?"

Often said with a smile,

"Senior sister, didn't you let me take a look yesterday... Of course I want to listen to what senior sister said."

Junjun said,

"If you really listened, it wouldn't be like this... Forget it, but how did you get in?"

As the saying goes seriously,

"I was watching outside the sacrificial field, but suddenly I found that the sacrificial field was in a strange state of stagnation. I couldn't get in anyway. But after a while, I suddenly felt the world of Moshan, and I used Uncle Shi. Teach us how to come in."

Don't say anything else, Junjun,

"Since you're here, resist with me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, an even more powerful immortal magic gimmick descended from the sky.

"Yes!"

Chang Yan stood with her and fought against those magic soldiers.

Inky colourful...

It's an oxymoron, but right now, it's written in heaven.

"Senior sister, I... I'm sorry for you." Chang Yan said while resisting.

"Why are you apologizing again?"

"Actually, the reason why I left Meiyuan was that my uncle would not come back. And you, you only have uncle in your heart."

"Are these two things in conflict?"

"No conflict... I think Senior Sister is a very good person. In the world of Moshan, although I get the color before you, but in the end, it is you who finish the part of you first. Reading is also, what knowledge do you learn? Soon. In everyone's eyes, you are a shining person. I... gradually don't know what to do. I stay by your side, can't find the real me, and gradually get lost... So, I chose to leave."

After saying this, Chang Yan looked very negative.

He knew the character of Senior Sister, and he never liked those who complained about themselves. However, this was indeed his voice.

Then, he waited for criticism from his senior sister.

But Junjun asked something irrelevant,

"Xiaoyan, do you like me?"

"what?!"

Often said to be overwhelmed. The shyness and panic of a young man could not be concealed on his face.

"I always thought that you liked me. A creature like a fox demon has the most accurate feeling for people's hearts. Maybe after so many years, you almost forgot that I am a demon. But, Xiaoyan, because of your liking, It makes me feel even more that I have to do better in order to be worthy of your admiration."

"Senior sister...you..."

The usual words are speechless. He felt that his senior sister was really a perfect person without any flaws.

So much so that he gradually couldn't like her anymore.

It's too perfect to be daunting.

Junjun said,

"Xiaoyan, I always thought that if a person only does one thing from the beginning to the end, even if this person is punished by God, he will definitely achieve great achievements. I just want to do my uncle's idea well."

This is a polite refusal.

Common sayings are understandable.

After understanding Senior Sister's thoughts, he suddenly felt relieved and relieved.

"Sister, thank you."

"You don't need to thank me. Instead, I have to say sorry for getting you involved."

"If I keep insisting, then this is what we have to face together."

Jun Jun looked at Chang Yan and smiled.

This smile is often said to be the most beautiful scenery.

It's a good thing that senior sisters and juniors have released their past suspicions.

But for the immortal class in the sky, it is the disobedience from the world that has become even more arrogant!

Not one, but two tried to steal the fairy class!

How can this be accommodated in heaven and earth?

If the Supreme Beings know this, wouldn't they blame us for not supervising the human world?

Absolutely not, absolutely cannot let them continue to exist!

Immortals reached a consensus.

They continue to grow outward from the tower until they are fully exposed and coloured.

Dazzlingly, the tower is definitely a huge and boundless work of art. But for Junjun and Changyan, it's just a sharp blade that urges life.

They knew that the final attack was coming.

This time, the immortal class no longer used the giant drapery to evolve the magic weapon, but directly used their own magic.

Although it continues to consume with the Great Veil of Immortal Magic, it can kill them in the end. But that's too slow. They couldn't hold these two mortals for a moment.

After a long period of time, the fairy magic from the heavenly court was revealed outside the heavenly court for the first time.

Majestic, turbulent, pouring like a sea!

Immortal art pervades every corner of Moshan's world.

However, the results shown were completely beyond the expectations of the immortals.

Their immortal arts failed to destroy this ink-colored world, nor did they hurt Junjun, as they say, on the contrary... on the contrary, it seemed that they were being absorbed by them.

At the same time, the original ink color, one after another, was dyed with the colors of the natural world.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple... The various colors of nature are all found in this Moshan world because of immortality. In other words, fairy magic has dyed this world.

Moshan world, suddenly full of vitality.

The immortals thought that this was Junjun and Changyan's special means, but looking at their expressions, they were also stunned and at a loss.

How is this going?

Again in this moment of hesitation.

The trend of clarity spreads around Junjun. At the same time, above the sky, a huge door slowly opened.

Of course, the immortal class knew what happened to Junjun, and also knew what that door was.

Ascension, Tianmen.

Two familiar and unfamiliar words appeared in their minds.

with a huge shock.

what happened?

Isn't the gate of heaven closed? Isn't the world separated from heaven? Why can she soar? Why did the gate of heaven open for her?

In a place they couldn't see, a lone figure stood tall.

He looked indifferently at the crowd of immortals in the sky, and indifferently felt everything that was changing in the world.

He knows why.

Because, when the immortals poured the magic from heaven into the world of Moshan, they connected the channel between the world of Moshan and the human world that had been prepared. world. The human world and the heavenly court, who had already cut off contact with unknown age, re-established contact.

The world is no longer lonely, and the heaven is no longer lonely.

Everything returned to the beginning, and it became the situation that Qiao Xun wanted to see most.

Finally, the immortal class members, who realized that something was wrong, came back to their senses, immediately withdrew all the energy of immortality, and hurriedly cut off their connection with the many gods outside the tower.

As a result, those gods were completely turned into dead objects, with no life. The Tower of Heaven also quickly disappeared.

The giant veil of immortality dissipated, and the power of stagnating the sacrificial field disappeared.

Lan Zhiwei returned to the sacrifice ground.

Suddenly coming back, he froze for a while. Have absolutely no idea what's going on.

But as an emperor, the ability to respond on the spot is enough. He then continued to preside over the ceremony.

In the world of Moshan, the gate of heaven is still open for the emperor. This is based on the nature of the world, and it will not stop its duties because of the hasty evacuation of the immortals.

Junjun felt a call. The door was calling her, telling her that as long as she stepped in, she could get everything she wanted, including saving her mother.

However, a voice sounded in her ear,

"Your Majesty."

The attraction of this voice instantly overwhelmed the attraction of Tianmen.

She turned her head in surprise and looked.

Uncle Shi was standing there, smiling at her.

She "gets carried away", she only cares about reuniting with her uncle, and she doesn't care that she is only one step away from becoming an immortal.

"Master~"

The charming and excited voice echoed in the world of Moshan where there was no trace of ink.

For a long time.