More than ten Saint Great Daos suddenly appeared in the Chaos Sea of Dao Laws. The entire Chaos Sea shook. How could the cultivators of the Primordial World not sense it?
This was the moment when Yang Jian was fighting with the Ninth Omnipotent Xu Mo. Yang Jian, who was already far weaker than Xu Mo, felt his heart tighten the moment the Saint Great Daos appeared. He hadn't even sensed the location of the Saints.
The Ninth Omnipotent still had a backup plan!
A faint smile appeared on Xu Mo's face. There was a hint of anticipation in his eyes. He even deliberately repelled Yang Jian and did not attack. He was admiring Yang Jian's gaze and expression.
Yang Jian's anxiety was naturally not written on his face. He looked at the supreme expert in front of him. The existence that he had been worried about for a long time was really difficult to deal with.
The feeling of helplessness made Yang Jian a little angry.
He desperately wanted to go to the Black Spirit Nation to provide support. His mother was there, Feng Wu, and Xiao Lan were there. However, if Yang Jian left, the battle in the Primordial World would be completely out of balance. Xu Mo and his subordinates could kill the Saints of the Primordial World easily.
The power in the other party's hands was much stronger than that of the Primordial World …
Whether it was the "eliminated" person who had been summoned back by the supreme expert or the army under Xu Mo who had suddenly appeared and charged towards the Black Spirit Nation, it was a great calamity that the Primordial World had never encountered before.
The two of them combined forces and attacked from the inside and outside. They even tried to take drastic measures against Yang Jian. In addition, there was the Ninth Omnipotent World, an existence that the Saints could not match …
What reason could the Primordial World not be destroyed?
Those thoughts flashed through Yang Jian's mind. Yang Jian clenched his spear tightly and made up his mind.
Fight.
He could only fight Xu Mo here with his life on the line!
If he left, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
If he did not go, he would be trapped in self-reproach for the rest of his life. However, there were things that a man should not do. There was still a glimmer of hope for him if he stayed here …
Kill the supreme expert!
"How are you going to solve this situation?"
Xu Mo looked at Yang Jian with a smile. He wanted to say a few more words, but Yang Jian had already charged forward with his spear. He let out a deafening roar and the surrounding Chaos Sea instantly boiled.
Superposition!
Yang Jian's figure overlapped in an extremely short period of time. The divine eye on his forehead locked onto Xu Mo's figure, and he continued to attack fiercely without fear of death.
"A cornered beast is still fighting, but there's no need to waste too much of my energy on you," Xu Mo said indifferently. His figure floated backwards, and he relied on Yang Jian's somewhat unfathomable shifting divine art to fight with Yang Jian.
Xu Mo probably felt that it would take too much effort to kill Yang Jian, so he just left Yang Jian here and quietly waited for the net that he'd cast out to tighten.
In order to destroy the Primordial World and correct the mistake that he had made due to his carelessness back then, Xu Mo had almost deduced what would happen at every step and what variables would appear countless times.
However, in his deduction, the word 'Pan's successor' had been changed to 'Yang Jian'.
Then, he summoned the spirits of countless Primordial World cultivators who had grievances in their hearts and used a supreme divine ability to revive them. He formed such an army, but he secretly hid his real army under Yang Jian's nose.
In fact, if Yang Jian had carefully examined the 'corpses' that had been stored for countless years in the Hundred Mountains of Taiji Tomb, Xu Mo's plan would have been seen through by Yang Jian in advance.
The plan seemed simple, but in fact, it required many arrangements.
For example, the second Saint of the Great Path that Yang Jian had killed, the old man who led his troops and hid in the Chaotic Spirit Kingdom, was actually a chess piece in Xu Mo's hands.
He took him out for Yang Jian to kill and divert Yang Jian's attention, making Yang Jian believe that the old subordinates of the Ninth Most Powerful Being were actually hiding in the depths of the Chaotic Sea …
Step by step, Xu Mo had come out of seclusion several times in advance. In order to prevent Yang Jian, the variable, from really becoming the supreme expert, he had directly launched the Heaven-Earth Killing Tribulation.
It should be said that the Ninth Most Powerful Being had laid out a comprehensive plan from the beginning. No matter how the Saints of the Primitive Universe struggled, they would be slowly strangled by the net he had cast out.
A supreme expert who could possess someone to carry out these plans was really much more terrifying than a supreme expert who was conceited about his realm and divine ability.
In the Primitive Universe, the faces of the Saints were quite unsightly.
Xu Mo had hidden more than a dozen Saints of the Great Path, and these Saints were charging toward the Black Spirit Kingdom with millions of powerful cultivators. How were they going to deal with them?
At this moment, the battle between the Saints was in full swing. Heavenly Flame Daoist and Yuding Zhenren, who were the focus of attention, could no longer play a role.
Perhaps the supreme expert would not use Yang Jian's family to threaten Yang Jian, but when the Black Spirit Kingdom was in trouble, Yang Jian's Dao Heart would definitely be flawed, and the hope of victory would be even slimmer.
Along the way to the Primitive Universe, the Primitive Universe was facing enemies on both sides. Whether it was experts at the level of Saint-to-be or Daira, or the number of Saints, they were at a complete disadvantage. Their destruction seemed to be certain.
A look of pain flashed across Heavenly Flame Daoist's eyes, and the Chaos Bell rang more and more rapidly.
Yuding Zhenren's face was also a little cold. Although his movements were still elegant, his attacks had become fiercer.
As for the other Saints of the Primitive Universe, the Three Pure Ones had already gone all out.
The battle had been full of twists and turns.
It was not easy for the Primitive Universe to fight the Ninth Most Powerful Being to a draw with Yang Jian, but because of the appearance of the other party's strong reinforcements, they were about to fall into a disadvantageous position again.
Was the situation really hopeless?
Was it really irreversible?
Were the supreme experts really undefeatable?
Could it be that the destruction of the Primitive Universe was inevitable today?
From the Saints to the cultivators of the Primitive Universe, their Dao Hearts were all shrouded in a layer of haze.
However, even though they knew that their chances of winning were slim, they still refused to lower their heads to the butcher's knife. Living beings had to survive. That was the most fundamental demand of all living beings.
Although the thousands of cultivators had Dao nature, they were still using their hot blood to maintain their previous attacks.
In the stalemate situation, the battle between Yang Jian and the supreme experts in the Black Spirit Nation, who did not know what was going on, affected the hearts of countless cultivators.
In the sky, the two figures almost completely ignored the Cosmic Dao Laws. Their extreme speed made it seem as if thousands of figures had appeared at the same time.
Yang Jian ignored them and attacked even more fiercely. With the anger in his heart and the divine spear in his hand, he gradually became on par with Xu Mo. He was able to use his own attacks to restrict Xu Mo's movements to a certain extent.
To the current Yang Jian, he had already unleashed 130% of his abilities.
However, it was not enough, far from enough …
If Yang Jian wanted to kill the Ninth Most Powerful Being, he had to at least have the same strength as the Ninth Most Powerful Being without using any special moves.
However, it was not the Eight-Nine Arcane Art that had become a Saint!
He hated himself for not being able to comprehend any other Mystical Abilities from his previous life apart from Strength Layering!
Yang Jian roared angrily. His eyes gradually turned blood-red, and his long hair, which was tied up by the small jade gourd, danced in the wind. The spear in his hand was so fast that it almost disappeared without a trace!
Mother …
Lan 'er … Feng Wu …
"Ah!"
Split the Heavens Ninth Style!
Sky Suppressing Ultimate Earth Seal! Three Thousand Demons Devour!
Second Strength Layering!
Gradually, Yang Jian's spear and Xu Mo's dodging figure seemed to disappear. Only Yang Jian's figure could be seen clearly as he attacked fiercely in the sky.
Without any warning!
"Little Eagle!"
Yang Jian suddenly shouted. A grayish-white figure shot out from the Black Tortoise Belt at his waist. It was as fast as lightning!
In the next instant, Xu Mo's figure appeared in front of the tip of Yang Jian's spear. He looked at the inch-deep bloody hole in his chest with some surprise.
The tip of Yang Jian's spear was right in this bloody hole!
The Strength Layering Divine Ability was activated, and the tip of the spear pierced through Xu Mo's figure!
Little Eagle's surprise attack was effective!
Little Eagle's figure appeared beside Yang Jian and attacked Xu Mo again. However, this time, Xu Mo only casually struck out with his palm. The moment Yang Jian grabbed his neck, his figure exploded with a bang.
When he appeared again, Xu Mo was already a hundred miles away. He stood on a pagoda and sized up the man and the eagle.
"Very good. You've already injured me twice," Xu Mo said. The smile on his face had already disappeared.
However, Yang Jian could not be bothered to say anything else. He charged forward, and the blood-red color in his eyes intensified. The blood-red flames burning all over his body continued to rise!
"Give me your life!"
"I'm afraid you won't be able to take it away."
The Ninth Ultimate Expert and Yang Jian clashed again. One of them had a mighty spear and a fierce attack, while the other was elegant and ethereal. The battle between the two of them outside the Primordial World could be said to be the first battle since ancient times, but no one could see it from afar.
As time passed, Yang Jian's heart grew more and more desperate. The blood-red color in his eyes grew more and more crazy.
It was already too late for him to go back and save them …
A dozen Sages only needed one palm from each of them to destroy the Black Spirit Country. No matter how many Spirit Race troops there were, they would be like dust in the Chaotic Sea.
He was fighting for the Primordial World here. Who would protect his mother and wife's lives!
Great grief and indignation gradually rose in Yang Jian's heart. The culprit of everything was right in front of him. He was already filled with the desire for revenge. He wanted to perish together with this supreme expert regardless of anything else.
Gradually, Xu Mo also began to avoid Yang Jian's sharpness.
Once Yang Jian's mental strength dissipated, Xu Mo would kill him. At that time, it should not be too difficult for Yang Jian to kill him …
But!
"Don't worry, I'll stop him for you. Go first."
A call suddenly came out of nowhere. It was as light as a wind chime, and a few gentle words could be heard.
Xu Mo's calm expression suddenly turned to one of confusion and he furrowed his brows.
An indescribable ethereal aura came from the direction of the Primordial World. Xu Mo and Yang Jian stopped almost at the same time and looked warily at the source of the aura.
At that moment, a pale white pillar of light pierced through the Primordial World and shone into the Chaotic Sea. The Chaotic Dao Law Sea had just calmed down and started boiling again.
The degree of boiling this time was comparable to the dozen Sages unleashing their Great Dao at the same time!
The figure was accompanied by the Dao runes. It crossed the Primordial World and headed towards the place where Yang Jian and the supreme expert were fighting.
It was as beautiful as a dream.
"Yun Xiao? Uncle-Master? "
Yang Jian's words were a little stunned. A smile appeared on Yun Xiao's cold face. She controlled the Great Dao and walked. Her long hair fluttered gently, but the white veil on her body gave off the illusion that it could not be broken.
The peak of a Saint!
A perfected Great Dao!
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