Chapter 4641 Cangwu Terrace

Among the shattered clothes, the emerald jade accessories rattled, and a slender green lotus whose roots had turned into jasper slowly fell into the endless abyss with its owner.

Every drop of divine blood containing powerful power fell into the void, like a leaf returning to the earth.

Everything is like a bizarre dream, falling forever.

However, in this darkness full of unknown dark matter, like a dream, an extremely pure golden light broke through this chaos.

"Huh? Why are there two people here?" A suspicious yet majestic voice sounded, and everything returned to calm in the end.

I don't know how long it took, the figure that should have died under Void God's hands, but somehow survived, slowly opened his eyes.

When I look into my eyes, I can only feel that the surroundings are clear and bright, and there is the gentle sound of the breeze blowing through the bamboo in my ears.

"Didn't I die? This is the realm of reincarnation..."

"Could it be that if a god dies, there will be reincarnation..."

Slowly sitting up from the bamboo bed, Jian Wushuang was interrupted by the sharp pain coming from his body before he could think about any problems.

"Pain after death? Am I not dead?" Jian Wushuang murmured softly, and hurriedly guarded his heart, carefully checking the meridians in his body.

After this investigation, he really realized that he was not dead!

In addition to the broken meridians in the body, even the divine power is slowly cyclical birth and death!

"I'm not dead? I'm not dead!" The uncontrollable ecstasy made Jian Wushuang forget the severe pain in his body.

It wasn't until he calmed down for a while that he looked at the temporary room.

The room is extremely simple, every piece of furniture and window decorations, even the house is made of bamboo, and judging from the roughness, it seems that it was woven by its owner by hand.

Enduring the severe pain, Jian Wushuang walked out of the room barefoot.

Outside the door, the warm sunshine shines on the face, and bamboo gardens are planted on both sides of the small house.

In front of him, there is an endless plain.

Looking at the environment in front of me like a fairyland,

Jian Wushuang completely let go of the vigilance in his heart. It has been tens of thousands of years, and he has never enjoyed a moment of relaxation.

But he only relaxed for a moment, and all the questions came to his mind again!

The fierce battlefield of blood and fire, the army of millions of divine monks, and the seriously injured old man were all like sharp knives on his body at this moment.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang looked at another room in the bamboo house behind him.

Pushing the door open quickly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the room, the old man was lying on it quietly, his breath was calm, and he had already passed the dangerous period, but only the dark blue spider web-like lines on his skin did not disappear.

Without any hesitation, Jian Wushuang sat down in front of the bed, and reached out to transfer the divine power of birth and death in the body into the old man's body.

The divine power enters the body like a mud cow entering the sea, without any trace, but Jian Wushuang seems to be sitting still, just entering the divine power as always.

After going back and forth like this for several years, the big sun in the sky never rises and falls, and everything is as usual.

Until, there was a slight fluctuation on this continent.

Slowly opened his eyes, as if realizing something, Jian Wushuang quickly walked out of the bamboo house.

From the distant sky, a gap was automatically opened in the space, and countless figures came to this continent.

Looking at the familiar figures and the familiar divine power, Jian Wushuang couldn't restrain his heart anymore, and rushed away.

The Blood Wave Sovereign, who was soaked in blood, had reached the end of his body and consciousness. Beside him, the Nine Tribulation Kings in white clothes turned into blood shirts, the patriarchs of the overlord Bai Yuan, Long Yan, Long Chi, and Wu Jian Xian Tai Xushen The same is true for the emperor and others.

The army of less than a million monks had long lost any brilliance in their eyes. Only the Qilin clan, who also suffered heavy casualties, had a look of excitement on their faces.

Jian Wushuang, who was only wearing a plain shirt, came in front of everyone in an instant.

Xuebo Supreme smiled slightly, and said slowly, "Palace Master Wushuang, Xuebo is here to see you."

After finishing speaking, Xuebo Supreme passed out.

Jian Wushuang hastily urged his figure to support Xuebo Supreme.

On the other hand, Wu Jianxian opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief, "Jian Wushuang? You are not dead?"

Jian Wushuang smiled wryly and nodded, "It's a fluke that he didn't die, let's not talk about this, let's quickly find a place to stay."

At this moment, everyone's tense nerves were completely relaxed.

He is not dead, and everyone firmly believes that Shenli Universe still has a chance.

Nearly a million divine power cosmic troops stationed directly on this plain. After all, every inch of space here is filled with pure divine power, and the most urgent task is to quickly recover itself.

It wasn't until the seriously injured monks were arranged properly that Jian Wushuang noticed that not far away, a middle-aged man in a plain gold suit was looking at him with a smile.

And behind the middle-aged man with extraordinary charm, Qi Ting and Qi Gong, the only surviving five sons of Qi Lin, stood there.

Almost by intuition, Jian Wushuang realized that the middle-aged man was the master of this world.

"Little friend, you really have an extraordinary physique, and you've fully recovered after only a few years of seeing each other." The middle-aged man walked up to Jian Wushuang with Qi Tingqi and the two of them.

"Thank you fellow daoist for saving your life, Jian is very grateful." Jian Wushuang said solemnly, cupping his hands.

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, "My name is Qiting, and I am the eldest son of the Qilin clan. If you don't mind, you can also call me Big Brother Qi."

Looking at the two Qi Ting and Qi Gong behind the middle-aged man, they already understood that what the middle-aged man said was true, without much hesitation, Jian Wushuang cupped his hands again and smiled, "Brother Qi."

The middle-aged man named Qi Ting nodded and smiled, "It's been so many years, my Cangwu Terrace has finally become useful."

"Cangwu Terrace, where is this?"

"Near the broken Luodu, it exists beside the spring of chaos." Qi Ting explained.

Jian Wushuang nodded. When the Luodu Starfield was destroyed, he vaguely felt that there was indeed a strange energy attached to the eyes of the Primal Chaos Spring. Now that he thought about it, it was the Cangwu Terrace.

"I don't know how many epochs have passed since I entered this place when I was young, and I don't know half of what happened outside. I have already wasted half my life." Qi Ting said half reminiscing, half feeling.

"If I hadn't taken that step completely, I'm afraid this tribulation of the divine power universe will become my eternal regret."

Speaking of this, there is a burning light in Qi Ting's eyes, and a kind of aura that has gone through the vicissitudes of the ancient times and the edge is looming emerges.

And Jian Wushuang, who just wanted to comfort Qi Ting with a few words, couldn't help being shocked when he felt everything that surged around him.

The kind of existence that is completely detached from things, yet controls all things, and the existence of creating rules between breaths and breaths is impressively ancestor-level!

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