Chapter 4682? Dayanhuan

In the 32nd year of Jingjing, the Baifu of Changping County gave birth to an alien child, who died without disease and no disaster until the age of five hundred and twenty-seven. The descendants are all amazed.

After thousands of waters and thousands of calamities, sometimes it is not a blessing to re-enter reincarnation.

The Luodu Starfield, which still maintains a broken appearance, has only two figures at the moment.

The King of Nine Tribulations stood far away in the void, watching the thin but firm figure move forward step by step.

He doesn't know when this parting will meet again, but everything is a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed.

The immortal genius who amazed everyone just left.

Jian Wushuang finally glanced back at the King of Nine Tribulations, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised in an arc, and then he stepped into the sky as vast as the galaxy, and stepped into it.

"Om..."

Hundreds of millions of ray of divine light scattered across the sky like tassels, and finally completely disappeared into nothingness.

The King of Nine Tribulations stood there in a trance, stunned, as if he did not believe that Jian Wushuang had left.

But in the vast and boundless universe of divine power, there is no more aura left by Jian Wushuang.

He seemed to have never been in the future, and he was like a passing visitor in a hurry, and no one knew where he ended up going.

After a long time, the King of Nine Tribulations whispered, "Is it Dayanhuan? I wrote it down."

Along with the terrifying astral wind in the turbulent flow of time and space, Jian Wushuang felt the skin-piercing pain from his body almost instantly.

Completely cut off the past, stripped out the true shadow of the mud body, and returned all the ancestral luck to the divine power universe.

At the same time that he cut off his ancestral past, he also entered the realm of Yanxian.

That is a more mysterious realm, so mysterious that even Jian Wushuang, who has been successfully promoted, is difficult to explain.

But the only thing he can be sure of at the moment, Yanxian, is a special existence that transcends the ancestral level.

Because of the symbol of Yanxian, Yanli is a kind of supreme energy that is not much higher than divine power, but has unique growth.

Yanxian is also a sign of entering Dayanhuan.

But Jian Wushuang's current situation is a bit embarrassing.

Although he has taken that step completely, his power is still weak, and it is difficult to effectively resist the turbulent flow of time and space.

You must know that even in the realm of Sword Immortal Ding Baiyi, he would suffer a big loss from the turbulent flow of time and space if he was slightly careless.

After carefully covering Yanli all over his body, Jian Wushuang moved forward cautiously.

He is no longer wandering in the turbulent time and space like a headless fly like before, and there is a weak force pulling him.

I don't know how many years of traveling in the chaotic darkness, just when Jian Wushuang felt that the oil was about to run out, a crack in the Tianmen emitting an invisible white light appeared in front of him.

Jian Wushuang stepped into it without any hesitation.

Almost at the same time, layers of supreme coercion shrouded him, and Jian Wushuang, who was about to run out of oil, had no power to fight back, and passed out.

History is always so similar, Jian Wushuang, who came to Dayanhuan for the second time, was as embarrassed as the first time...

Severe pain spread all over his limbs and bones, and then he poured cold water over his head to wake him up.

Jian Wushuang suddenly woke up from a state of coma, and when he looked into it, he saw two little servants looking at him with a smile that was not a smile.

"You've already woken up, but you still dare to pretend to be dead?" One of the big-eyed men gave a savage smile and pulled out a long black-bone whip from his waist.

Even after waking up from a coma, his deep-rooted fighting instinct made him take action almost instantly. With a big hand, he directly clenched the tip of the whip, and at the same time slapped the big man with a palm.

It is conceivable that Jian Wushuang's terrifying style can easily kill him.

But then, a strange scene appeared.

The chain and iron plate with intricate patterns engraved on Jian Wushuang's neck suddenly released great power, and directly walked all over his limbs and skeletons, imprisoning him.

"Uh..." Jian Wushuang cried out in pain, and fell to his knees directly.

But the big-eyed man whose legs were trembling like a sieve was so frightened by the killing intent that came to his face, how could he dare to be presumptuous, and he directly screamed and stepped back.

At the same time, on the sky with low dark clouds, thunder snakes suddenly churned.

The rain fell and washed the earth.

Jian Wushuang was lying on the ground on both sides, so imprisoned that he couldn't even breathe.

On the ground covered with black-gray coarse dirt, there are more than 100,000 naked figures. When the rain fell from the sky, they all turned their backs up and let the rain wash their bodies.

Around everyone's necks, there is a chain iron plate wrapped around their necks, imprisoning their souls and bodies.

In the flood of rain, an extremely thin figure slowly came to Jian Wushuang, then stretched out an arm, carried him directly on his shoulders, and walked towards a huge cave.

The rainstorm stopped, and the more than 100,000 figures slowly entered the cave.

I don't know how long it took, Jian Wushuang woke up leisurely, and all he could see was the dim light of fire.

"I, where is this..." He forced himself to sit up.

When he saw nearly a thousand figures sitting around him, Jian Wushuang was stunned.

How could so many people gather in such a cave?

Everyone looked at him with numb and empty eyes without saying a word.

And the thin figure who carried him back to the cave looked him up and down at the moment, and then said softly, "Go to sleep, there is still work to be done tomorrow, save yourself from exhaustion."

As his voice fell, everyone fell directly to the ground, and the cave became even more eerily silent.

Slowly suppressing the depression in his heart, Jian Wushuang asked, "Where is this place?"

"Your cemetery." The thin figure said succinctly.

Jian Wushuang didn't ask any more questions, but tentatively peeled off the chain iron plate between his necks with his hands.

However, he only touched it lightly, and the supreme power emanating from the chain iron card knocked him unconscious again in an instant.

Time passed quietly, and when the last light in this huge cave disappeared, everything was truly silent.

"Wake up, get up and work."

With a slight push, Jian Wushuang woke up groggy.

At this moment, the sky outside was already bright, and the people living in this cave began to line up and walked towards the exit.

The thin figure tilted his head and strode away.

Jian Wushuang slowly got up and followed the team in a daze.

Although the sky was bright, there was no trace of the sun shining, and there were thick dark clouds in the distant sky.

Dozens of Montenegro, which borders the sky, and more than 100,000 prisoners wearing chains and iron cards around their necks are the main colors here.

And Jian Wushuang has been very sure that the place he has arrived is Dayanhuan.

But the current scene made him suspicious.

How did he come to this place and seem to be a prisoner?

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