Chapter 4704?

Jian Wushuang did not know when he appeared, and his figure stood far away in the void, and there was a bright glow overflowing from his fingers, like golden sand, scattered throughout the whirling sky.

The people who were struggling to resist only felt that the pressure all over their body was relieved, and the almost shocking eight-armed angry eyes stagnated at this moment, and then the eight arms closed and the four eyes closed.

"What, what's going on?"

Chunqiu was puzzled at first, and then looked at Jian Wushuang, who was standing far away in the void, with golden sand surging all over his body, and then he understood.

Jian Wushuang had already given him a powerful image that could turn the tide and that everything was in his heart.

And the last one who could give Chunqiu such a sense of reassurance was only his emperor Fenghua.

With the Eight Arms Angry Eyes stagnant, the entire Swirling Heaven was on the verge of collapse.

The bald-headed Arhat whose divine body was blown to pieces opened his eyes wide and looked at Jian Wushuang in despair.

Although the realm of immortality, as long as the breath is continuous, it is close to immortality, but he was terrified. He felt that everything in his body was rapidly dissipating, as if it was stripped away by some kind of supreme energy.

Slowly spitting out a mouthful of turbid breath, Jian Wushuang stretched out his hand and grasped it from a distance, then grabbed the head of the bald Arhat in his hand.

The horror of life and death made his teeth tremble, and he couldn't even speak.

"Yan, Lord Yanxian, please let me go..."

Jian Wushuang is obviously too lazy to talk nonsense. If this bald arhat had been honest and didn't come out to rob Dao before, this series of things would definitely not have happened.

This is the end of the matter, weeds and roots are cut down.

He stretched out his two fingers and pointed at the center of the bald Arhat's face, a kind of tyrannical energy that could not be resisted directly shattered his origin.

"Do not……"

The ugly head was fragmented, which occupied the whirling ancestor of the whole whirling sky, and finally perished in the hands of Jian Wu.

In order to prevent him from dying, Jian Wushuang used his great supernatural powers to completely wipe out the heaven and earth of nearly 100,000,000 miles in the whirling sky, strangling any aura that might reignite.

So far, on the premise of not hurting other living beings, most of the whirling sky has been reduced to a dead zone.

With the death of the bald Arhat,

The shocking eight-armed anger did not disappear, but turned into a slap-sized painted pottery in the wind and fell into Jian Wushuang's hands.

Eight arms stretched out, eyes staring like a bell, actually a bit ugly...

Falling from the void to the ground, Chunqiu excitedly greeted him, "Brother Jian, amazing!"

Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, and threw the palm-sized painted pottery to Chunqiu, "I'll give it to you."

"What is this?" Chun Qiu hurriedly caught it, and started to play with curiosity.

As soon as the bald Arhat died, his disciples who were originally birds and beasts were also wiped out by Jian Wushuang.

As soon as he jumped onto the deck, Jian Wushuang returned to his old position on the bow and began to sit up.

Zheng Ying glanced at his back, and then stepped back to the boat.

In the battle in this swirling sky, there were only less than twenty people left in the originally large team, and more than half of them died in the sea area of ​​Tianzhang of the Giant Sea.

And this turbulent voyage is about to come to an end.

Passing through the whirling world and continuing to move forward, within a certain period of time, the mysterious Zheng Ying quietly disappeared again.

For this mysterious woman, Jian Wushuang has some unspeakable worries for some reason.

And as the passage draws to a close, the immortal world on one side has replaced the previous all kinds of turbulent clouds.

The mysterious atmosphere also eased Jian Wushuang's vigilant heart.

From time to time, Yanxian, who is riding a crane, leaves a whiff of white in the sky, and all kinds of extremely strong figures seem to be the main color of this great Yanhuan.

After several years, the ship finally sailed to the end - Jingchuan.

This is a super heavenly domain that is majestic to the extreme. It is rumored that this was once a dojo realized by a godless monarch.

Looking at the several giant ships sailing in the huge sea, the top cultivators who come and go have long been surprised, and they don't even cast an ounce of curiosity.

Swimming through the river, several giant ships entered in turn, and at this time, there were more than a dozen black-shirted Yanxian stepping into the air.

The thin purple robe immediately threw a light golden secret seal from his hand and fell into the hands of the first person.

After a few breaths, the head of the black-shirted Yanxian flicked the palm of his hand, and the Tianmen Gate constructed by the power of the clouds and mists was opened.

"It's finally here." Chun Qiu stretched his waist long and subconsciously glanced forward from the corner of his eyes, his figure suddenly froze.

Jian Wushuang also frowned slightly.

I saw that behind the Tianmen of the Jingchuan, a figure dressed in luxury clothes with a somewhat diffuse face stood there, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

Seeing the safe arrival of the giant ship, the little emperor smiled and leaped to the deck.

"I have seen the little emperor." The thin and small purple robe knelt down on one knee and returned to life with more than ten purple robes.

"Your Excellency is toil." The little emperor nodded, Yan Li turned into a breeze to hold up the thin purple robe and others, and then he moved his gaze to Jian Wushuang.

"You did a good job, what do you want? Goddess, cultivation technique, realm of heaven and earth?" He listed more than ten kinds, and he waited for Jian Wushuang to reply.

"Fifty years." Jian Wushuang said something unknown.

The little emperor smiled, "Seventy years."

Jian Wushuang acquiesced, and then said, "Since there is nothing to do, I will go back to sleep."

"Don't worry, you probably haven't been to this place before, I'll take you around here, and it won't be too late to come back." After the little emperor finished speaking, he didn't wait for Jian Wushuang to answer, he put his hands on his back, Youyou rushed to Jingchuan.

Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly, and then said to Chun Qiu beside him, "You wait for me here, I will go back when I go."

Chun Qiu looked around, then shook his head quickly and said, "Forget it, I'll stay with Brother Jian, and we can take care of each other."

Jian Wushuang didn't say much, and moved forward with a floating figure.

As the most vast world, Jingchuan has a terrifying background, and the monks who can come here are all top cultivators.

Just a glance, there are dozens and hundreds of ancestors.

As far as the ancestor level issue is concerned, Jian Wushuang had a brief discussion with Chunqiu not long ago.

In the Great Evolution, which is the ultimate in all things, there is no such thing as ancestor level, but it is replaced by Yanjing.

That is to say, every ancestor level in this Great Evolution is actually called Entering Evolution.

At the same time, these top cultivators belonging to the ancestral level in the Great Evolution Universe are slightly less powerful than the ancestors in the divine power universe.

And this half point belongs to Dao luck, cannot be copied, and is blessed with Dao luck.

Walking side by side with Xiaodijun, he dropped his feet in front of the gateway of Jingchuan, and marched on this vast and vast plain.

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