Chapter 4680? Yanxian

Leng Rushuang smiled sadly, "I, respect his decision."

The King of Nine Tribulations took a step back and lost his soul. He could never have imagined that Jian Wushuang would resolutely destroy his ancestral origin in such a violent way!

The supreme destiny belonging to the ancestral level is scattered among all things in the world, and it is impossible to get back together again.

There is no turning back.

"Master, Daoyan, please stop." He knelt heavily on the ground, and Daoyan burst into tears.

"Eternal God, why are you doing this!" Xuelang was weeping, "Could it be that the universe you have always sheltered can't make you nostalgic!"

"Come on! Stop! The old man will go with you." The old man Xuelang stretched out his hand without hesitation to destroy the source, but was tightly held by the two of Long Yan and Longchi.

"No, there must be a reason for Jian Wushuang to do this, otherwise he has no reason to do it..." Feng Qi slowly stood up and muttered.

At the same time, the King of Nine Tribulations also recalled his previous conversation with Jian Wushuang.

One of the most critical words is Dayanhuan!

The King of Nine Tribulations seems to realize something, Jian Wushuang disperses his ancestral luck like this, could it be related to going to Dayanhuan?

The ancestral level of luck is returned to the heavens and the world, and every half-ancestor feels that his own shackles are beginning to loosen.

Daoyan Supreme, straight into the half ancestor.

Everyone looked at the figure whose breath was gradually weakening with reddish eyes.

In the hazy luck, Jian Wushuang opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at all the old brothers who walked out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, smiled slightly, and finally lowered his eyelids.

At first, thousands of strands of Huamang Avenue were added, and finally dissipated in the same way.

The supreme ancestor of the universe no longer exists.

Jian Wushuang himself felt incomparably relaxed and ethereal, as if his soul was straight up nine days, and he didn't know where he was.

At the same time, the divine power in the meridian dantian in the body began to dissipate, replaced by an unknown energy.

That energy is like clouds and fog, but it is majestic and majestic.

That is - Yanli!

It is also the power of Dayanhuan,

It is a sign of entering the realm of Yanxian.

When this kind of energy is born in the meridians, it burns directly in the meridians, even the soul can't bear that kind of pain.

Jian Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes, and behind him gradually began to have phantoms being stripped out with difficulty.

The past that was condensed from obsession, mortal practice, all of his own perceptions, and has been embodied.

Divine blood gushed out from every pore of Jian Wushuang, soaking the white shirt into blood, but he remained silent, stripping the past self from the divine body bit by bit.

It was the most radiant brilliance, which was different from the red glow of the sun, shining brightly in the dojo.

A mud tire identical to Jian Wushuang's life began to take shape.

The dojo cracked in a large area, and the clouds gathered.

When the big sun above the outer sky re-projected the yao beam, everything fell silent.

The blood of the gods dissipated in the air, and Jian Wushuang, who was wearing a white shirt, sat on the spot without a trace of blood.

He barely opened his eyes again, then passed out.

And behind him, a real shadow surging with radiance and beauty slowly opened his eyes.

The consciousness of the beginning of chaos was slowly born, and the real shadow of the mud tire began to look at everything in front of him with ignorance and curiosity.

Above the top of the cloud, everyone rushed forward, and hugged Jian Wushuang, who had passed out, as cold as frost.

The King of Nine Tribulations and others were shocked, looking at the real shadow that was exactly the same as Jian Wushuang.

"I'm hungry..." The mud tire Zhenying opened his mouth and looked at everyone.

The next moment, he was lying directly on the top of the cloud, facing the cloud layer condensed by pure divine power, and feasting on it.

"This, this is also Jian Wushuang?" Feng Qi was stunned, looking at the guy who was lying on the clouds regardless of his appearance, biting the clouds like a cotton candy.

"It's delicious, delicious..." The real shadow of the mud tire muttered while eating, like a child's temperament.

Everyone looked at each other, and then hurriedly welcomed Jian Wushuang into the Yunxiao Palace.

As for the real shadow of the mud body, it was directly carried by the King of Nine Tribulations on his shoulders and sent to the Yunxiao Palace together.

In the Yunxiao Palace, looking at the real shadow that was almost equal to Jian Wushuang, everyone looked at each other in dismay, and no one spoke first, all of them stared at him intently.

Jian Wushuang has been welcomed into the inner hall to be taken care of by Leng Rushuang, Feng Qi and others.

Only this "Jian Wushuang" was left sitting in the same place, grinning stupidly...

In the end, the King of Nine Tribulations asked tentatively, "Are you Jian Wushuang?"

The real shadow of the mud tire smirked, "I'm hungry..."

...

"What's your name?"

"I'm hungry."

...

After asking a series of questions again, and only getting the word "I'm hungry", everyone understood that this guy's intelligence is probably not much better than the birth of a baby.

For this guy who was stripped from Jian Wushuang's body, no one can do anything about it. Only when Jian Wushuang wakes up, I am afraid there will be an answer.

In the inner hall, Chu Zhi was carefully placing pieces of extreme northern ice on Jian Wushuang's body.

Feng Qi was sitting on the side of the bed, closing his eyes to feel his vitality.

When she was in Cangwu Taichung before, she had put most of her Feng family ancestry into Jian Wushuang's body. From a certain point of view, Jian Wushuang's physical condition, except for himself, Feng Qi, was the most clear.

But the current situation of Jian Wushuang makes Feng Qi helpless.

Today's Jian Wushuang is like a completely closed cocoon, which naturally rejects divine power.

No one can check his condition, only feel that his breath is stabilizing.

"Sister Fengqi, how is Wushuang's situation?" Leng Rushuang asked anxiously.

Feng Qi frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "The breath is stable. At present, there is no serious problem. It's just that his Dao, I'm afraid he will never come back."

"It's good to survive, no matter what he becomes, I will always accompany him." Leng Rushuang said firmly.

Feng Qi didn't speak any more, and walked away slowly, his back seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.

In the huge inner hall, there is only Jian Wushuang, who is completely exhausted.

When the last trace of divine power was expelled from his body, the vast power was finally filled with surging!

A mysterious realm was crowned within his body.

In the infinite darkness, Jian Wushuang's consciousness seems to swim in the eternal darkness.

The extremely strong sense of weightlessness made him extremely uncomfortable.

As if in a never-ending descent, an ethereal voice resounded in his ears.

"Wushuang, you shouldn't listen to me."

"You will regret this……"

In the utter darkness, Jian Wushuang opened his eyes and subconsciously looked at the extreme darkness below him.

That which exudes endless darkness is actually a pair of black pupils like black holes!

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