Chapter 4693 Undercurrent Surging

Emperor Fenghua died, and the heavenly court was subsequently occupied. The little emperor, who was dressed in a purple suit like a sick man, seemed to be in a state of no one, and his terrifying means almost dominated the whole incident.

All Yanxian were destroyed, and in the huge heaven, only Spring and Autumn, who was the son of Emperor Fenghua, remained.

Then, he was taken to Montenegro for a long and extremely long life as a prisoner.

The more he feared the little emperor, the more resentful he was.

Step by step toward the depths of the giant hall, Jian Wushuang's eyes did not fluctuate for a moment from beginning to end.

"A guy whose origin is unknown and whose cultivation base is imprisoned by chains, can kill three emperors one after another with his own power. What kind of amazing guy is he to accomplish this impossible thing? "

In the giant hall, which was so silent that one could almost hear the heartbeat, only the eerie voice of the little emperor resounded.

"You, the Emperor Fang?" He turned around and raised his eyebrows to look at Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang didn't answer him, he stretched out his hand and threw a mirror to him from a distance, "I have completed the conditions you asked for, now it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

"Oh? Is that so?" He stretched out his hand to take the inverted Tianxuan mirror, and just glanced at it casually, and the little emperor turned his hand and threw it to Jian Wushuang, "But why don't I remember a promise?"

As soon as these words came out, whether it was Jian Wushuang or Chunqiu, their hearts sank fiercely.

He did not expect that this seemingly shameless little emperor would be blatantly shameless.

Jian Wushuang's eyes sank like water, and a long and narrow invisible sword appeared in his palm.

The little emperor's eyes narrowed, and he subconsciously took a half step back.

The image left by Jian Wushuang was so shocking and terrifying that it subtly affected his ability to judge.

Seemingly feeling the heart of its master about to explode, the long sword let out a piercing roar.

Going forward step by step, Chunqiu followed closely, the resentment and anger after being tricked buried his last humiliation, making him more determined to take revenge.

The chains and iron plates between the necks began to show infinite confinement power, and the meridians began to be imprisoned. Every time they used the force, the meridians huddled together in pain.

However,

Jian Wushuang did not seem to be troubled in the slightest, and continued to move forward firmly.

"I said, untie it for me!"

The suppressed voice of rage resounded, and Jian Wushuang, whose half face was covered with dark blue imprisoning power, looked particularly terrifying and hideous at this moment.

The little emperor, who had a terrified look in his eyes at one moment, showed a strange smile at the next moment.

"Don't waste your energy, you can't kill me now."

As soon as these words came out, the thin purple robe swept over, and slapped Jian Wushuang with a wave of his palm.

The endless power is like a vast ocean.

However, Jian Wushuang just raised his sword and slashed, and the infinite power was divided into two halves from the middle, sweeping away to both sides.

The little emperor's eyes narrowed, and then he said slowly, "I seem to have suddenly remembered it again."

"Promise your promise, I will definitely honor it, but I want to ask you a few questions before that."

He smiled slowly, not caring about the current situation at all, and said to himself, "Are you a loose immortal, or the Lord of the Heavenly Court, or the son of an emperor?"

Suppressing the boredom in his heart, Jian Wushuang said solemnly, "Xianyun Yehe."

"It's really unimaginable that Xianyun Yehe can reach your world-shattering level. I'm afraid that there are few such arrogances in the world." The little emperor said quietly, "Follow me, I promise you will get whatever you want, the first time. presented to you."

"Not interested." Jian Wushuang said concisely.

However, as if he hadn't heard, the little emperor stretched out a finger and said, "One hundred years, you wish me to ascend to the throne of God, I will completely divide this whole small world to you, and I can promise you a few more condition."

"I said, I'm not interested!" Jian Wushuang said coldly.

"You will promise me, I'm not a villain, it's just a win-win situation," the little emperor leaned back on the Hua bed, as if he had settled for him, "Although you call yourself a loose immortal, I can feel it. When you left so urgently, it was not because of fear, but because you were looking for something."

"But in this great universe, all emperors and immortals are nothing but a tiny speck of dust."

"Without a heaven, without the slightest foundation, I can guarantee that you will perish soon, let alone search aimlessly?"

The little emperor stood up, approached Jian Wushuang and said softly, "As long as you help me ascend to the throne, I will definitely let you become an emperor in this great universe."

Jian Wushuang stopped talking, just looked at him coldly.

The little emperor smiled playfully, then stretched out his palm from the luxury clothes and pressed it between his neck.

The chain iron plate with great confinement force shattered in response.

The surging and turbulent power of generation instantly filled his limbs and bones, and the immortal realm that had been imprisoned for a long time was completely released, and his whole person's breath rose to another realm.

Jian Wushuang gave him a deep look, then turned to leave.

However, taking one step, in the dark places on both sides of the giant hall, slowly walked out of purple robes.

Every purple robe is filled with vast power of evolution, and there are no less than twenty of them!

Jian Wushuang stood on the spot, and the little emperor followed, and put his palm on his shoulder, "I have told you my ambitions and secrets, and you know what it means."

More than 20 Yanxian, even if Jian Wushuang has completely let go of the realm, and fight to the last moment, I am afraid it is impossible to break out of this siege, ten dead and no life.

The threat has been made clear.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang turned his head and said solemnly, "Are you threatening me?"

"It's not a threat, it's just an attitude," the little emperor shrugged. "This is a win-win situation. I really can't bear to let you go."

"Only a hundred years, no matter whether it is successful or not, I will not disturb you again. In return, everything you want will be offered, including the entire six-day realm."

The hall was dead silent, only the lights and candles were left on and off.

After a long time, Jian Wushuang said one word, "Okay."

A smile finally appeared on the pale face of the little emperor, "Very good, welcome to the new world."

Jian Wuduo's color is extremely calm, "The limit is one hundred years."

"Understood." The little emperor smiled and nodded.

Walking out of the hall, a feeling of being separated from another world emerged in Chunqiu's heart.

The imprisonment that had been bound for an unknown number of years was lifted, which meant that he was free since then.

He didn't expect the little emperor to let him go so easily, and he didn't even stop him.

I am afraid that he has also become the first emperor who survived from the hands of the little emperor.

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