Chapter 4687? Little Emperor (Part 2)

Jian Wushuang leaned in front of the haystack, and said leisurely, "I'm not the emperor of the party you said, I'm just You Yun Ye He."

Chunqiu didn't say much, but after smiling in return, he stopped talking.

"Why were you caught here as a prisoner?" Jian Wushuang turned to look at him.

"Because of the defeat," Chunqiu said slowly, without concealing it, "My father was an emperor, but he died in the war. As the emperor's son, although I was spared the slaughter, I became a prisoner. Happy to come."

"Do you know how many years I have looked like this?" Chunqiu laughed at himself, "Even the birth and death of the Milky Way in the universe has no idea how many reincarnations have begun."

"I want to leave here all the time, but in the end it's just an extravagant hope."

Jian Wushuang didn't speak, and the chains around his neck were difficult to lift, which fundamentally limited his ability, and he could die if he was careless.

So he can't do anything now, can't speak, wait for the moment.

Time passed bit by bit, and a few days later, a few hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the dead silent prison.

Then nearly ten black robes appeared.

Jian Wushuang, who was slowly recovering his power, just glanced at it and knew that among the nearly ten people, there were at least two ancestors.

One of the skinny old men took a step forward, glanced at him and Chun Qiu, then raised his palms and grabbed them towards them.

Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed, and at the same time, he swiped his palm away, and the ethereal power directly offset the palm print of the skinny old man.

A look of horror flashed in the thin old man's eyes, and then he took a deep breath and said, "Are you trying to disobey?"

Jian Wushuang glanced at him calmly, then got up and walked out slowly, followed by Chunqiu.

As he was escorted out of this prison, Jian Wushuang looked into a vast square.

In front of the vast square, there is a quaint bronze giant hall located in the clouds, and the clouds and smoke on it change all kinds of scenes, which is quite mysterious.

Walking forward, Jian Wushuang at this time is like a majestic emperor, and he has no sense of being a prisoner at all.

The skinny old man was quite resentful about this, but judging from the fight just now, the person the little emperor designated to see was definitely not something he could compete with.

Chunqiu, who was closely behind Jian Wushuang, looked up at the giant bronze palace, the corners of his eyes that were already slightly wrinkled trembled, the hatred flashed away, and then calmed down again.

The huge bronze gate with a height of 100 feet opened, and hundreds of wisps of cloud and smoke drifted out, turning into a bird chasing, and cloud butterflies hovering in front of everyone.

In the depths of the giant hall, a figure wearing luxury clothes and leaning on a Chinese bed opened his eyes and looked out of the hall door.

The four eyes were facing each other, the figure of the luxurious clothes slowly got up, the long hair behind him fell to the ground, and the faces of boys and girls were indescribably charming and seductive.

"Welcome to this emperor's bedroom, everyone." He raised his eyebrows and raised his arms slowly.

"I have seen the little emperor." More than a dozen black-robed guards knelt down and said respectfully.

With a light wave of his hand, the luxury clothing figure known as the little emperor said in a low voice, "Go down, no one is allowed to take a step without my order."

A group of black robes responded, and then all exited the hall.

Staying on the bed barefoot, the little emperor stretched lazily and walked slowly.

With every step he took, an identical true shadow emerged from behind him, and there were already dozens of true shadows in the originally empty and dead hall.

The intense to the extreme power is permeated in every space.

Looking at the more and more figures in front of him, Jian Wushuang's pupils moved slightly, and he could feel that all the real shadows were the realm of immortality.

The strength of this little emperor is unfathomable, and even he feels an inexplicable sense of crisis.

A total of nearly a hundred identical real shadows approached, and a strong fragrance with a faint fishy smell hit the nostrils.

"New here, do you know where I am?" A real shadow clings to Jian Wushuang's body and asks.

Chun Qiu, who took a few steps back, was full of fear, and already clenched the dagger in his palm.

Jian Wushuang stands still like a mountain,

Just close your eyes for a moment, and suddenly open your eyes, like crossing mountains and rivers, one glance at a thousand years.

The four eyes were facing each other at a distance, and the little emperor smiled quietly, followed by applauding, and hundreds of true shadows all came together as one.

"It's really good, but why haven't I seen you before?" Xiaodijun smiled, and then looked at Chunqiu behind him, "Hey, I've seen you, Fenghua Emperor's son, Chunqiu?"

Chunqiu's complexion changed dramatically, resentment was creeping all over his face, his right hand holding the dagger suddenly slammed out, and the powerful force pierced directly into the heart of the little emperor.

The corners of his mouth curled up a little, and he stood there and did not give in at all.

The next moment, a layer of ripples swayed in the space, and a thin figure appeared under the purple robe.

At the same time, a more insane force directly destroyed Chunqiu's offensive, all of which fell on him.

Chunqiu groaned, and his body flew upside down by several dozen meters, slamming into the giant bronze gate before barely stopping.

He directly spit out a mouthful of divine blood, and at the same time, the treasures shrouded in purple awns were scattered all over the floor.

The little emperor's face froze, how could he not know what the treasures scattered from Chunqiu's arms were, and directly probed them from the air, and all the treasures scattered on the ground fell into his hands.

"This is, the Yanxian under the Black Mountain was killed by you?!" The little emperor's face froze, and he waved his palm to kill Chunqiu.

However, at this moment, Jian Wushuang suddenly stood in front of Chun Qiu and said in a low voice, "I killed that Yanxian, it has nothing to do with him."

The little emperor retracted his palms, as if nothing had happened, he turned around and walked slowly with his hands on his back.

"The mountain spirit guarding Montenegro is the realm of Yanxian. I really want to know, how did you kill him while you were in chains?"

In the hall of death, there was a sudden surge of violent energy, and the thin figure in the purple robe moved, and directly smashed Jian Wushuang with his palm.

The power that has been mastered to the top has not spilled out at all, and even the air has not moved, but the terrifying power contained in it makes Jian Wushuang dare not be careless, and directly motivate the power to resist.

The seemingly insipid palm directly knocked him back several meters away, and the raging power dissipated.

Resisting the churning divine blood in his body, Jian Wushuang was about to fight again, but the thin purple robe stopped his hand, turned around and followed behind the little emperor.

"It's a bit of a skill, no wonder he can kill Yanxian when he is imprisoned." The little emperor turned around slowly, his eyes flowing.

"But you have to know that Heishan Yanxian is my capable subordinate. If you kill him, you will break one of my arms. How should this account be calculated?"

Jian Wushuang didn't speak, but the energy in his body had already been adjusted to the peak. If there was a violent fight in the future, he was confident that he would be able to inflict heavy damage on the little emperor.

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