Chapter 4713? About the Realm

Jian Wushuang nodded and saw that Chunqiu was in a low mood, but he didn't say much, and took him out of this lonely sky with him.

In Xiaogutian, above the clouds in the sky, Jian Wushuang looked at him and said, "Want to kill Xiaodijun for revenge?"

Chun Qiu was startled, then shook his head slightly and said, "Although he's also the guy I wish I could kill on the spot, but more than others, I'd rather be the first emperor to kill him!"

Jian Wushuang knew that there must be a secret blessing hidden in it. He knew long ago that Chunqiu was not an ordinary top cultivator, but the son of a former Heavenly Court Emperor.

"My father, Emperor Fenghua, died in the hands of Zhenwuyang, and the entire heaven was destroyed. In the end, I was the only one left and became a prisoner."

The past has long since passed away, but it is still entangled in the spring and autumn like a chain, making him fall into resentment all the time.

Although he can't wait to kill the real Wuyang at the moment, the sad thing is that he doesn't even have the qualifications to see him, and he doesn't even know where the Heavenly Court is.

Jian Wushuang did not comfort him, but placed his palm on Chun Qiu's shoulder and patted it gently.

Chun Qiu glanced at him gratefully, and said slowly, "Brother Jian, if it wasn't for your presence, I'm afraid I'm still a prisoner in that dark black mountain. "

Jian Wushuang said softly, "Live well and keep improving your strength, so that one day you will be able to kill the enemy with your hands."

Chunqiu nodded vigorously, "Brother Jian, don't worry, I believe there will be such a day."

"Also," he hesitated for a moment, then said, "Brother Jian, if there is such a day, will you help him?"

In Chunqiu's mouth, he naturally refers to the little emperor.

Jian Wushuang shook his head without hesitation when he heard the words, "At that time, I am afraid that I have already left here, and everything you are worried about will not happen. What you need most now is to continuously strengthen your own strength."

Chunqiu nodded, then took the palm-sized eight-armed glaring from his arms and returned it to Jian Wushuang, "Brother Jian, I'll give you this thing back, only in front of the stronger can it exert its strongest strength. ."

Jian Wushuang smiled, stretched out his hand and pushed the eight-armed glares back, "This thing is of little use to me, and it can be used as self-defense if it is given to you, but don't rely too much on it."

Chunqiu no longer refuses,

Very carefully put the eight arms back into his arms.

"Chunqiu, the emperor you mentioned is the realm after Yanxian, or is it just a title?"

About this question, Jian Wushuang has never asked before, but today it suddenly sounded and planned to ask clearly.

Although Chunqiu has not set foot in Yanxian yet, but he is the son of a real emperor, and he is naturally more aware of the situation than Jian Wushuang.

Chunqiu heard the words and said carefully, "The emperor is actually an honorific title, not a realm, but it is a real watershed."

"From when I was young, I heard the admonitions of the emperor, and I vaguely knew that if you want to become an emperor, luck, the way to form a heaven, and your own realm are indispensable."

"And the most important step in becoming an emperor is to enter that level, but," Chun Qiu's memory seemed a little vague, "I seem to have forgotten what level it is."

Jian Wushuang nodded. He had already realized that the real souls of the three emperors who were the first to contact him had already taken the step of Yanxian.

I am afraid that if you want to become an emperor who creates a heavenly court, what you really want to step out of is the mysterious realm of Yanxian.

As for the other realm, Jian Wushuang was blinded by this, and he could only proceed cautiously and comprehend.

As far as he is concerned, he has the true shadow of the three emperors by his side, which is enough to protect himself from the overwhelming forces of any party.

There is no big sun hanging in the sky of Xiaogutian, but it is never dark, and it is always a quiet day, which is very similar to the scene in the sky down the mountain.

After a few days of casual discussions with Chunqiu, Jian Wushuang began to practice.

He took out from his arms the few copies of Kendo that he had bought in Jingchuan Tiancheng.

Looking at the traces of the vicissitudes of life above, Jian Wushuang estimates that the age of these isolated copies is probably tens of thousands of his years older.

There are four isolated copies in total, and the ancient aura sealed on them has long since been seriously worn out, and the imprints are dissipated by the wind.

These four isolated copies were randomly selected by him from the hands of each Yanxian, and they were the oldest swordsmanship in this Great Yanhuan.

Three of them are the most basic teaching kendo foundations, which are of great benefit to practitioners of kendo, and judging from the remaining breath of these isolated books, the writers have already reached the realm of immortality when they created these kendos.

He quickly absorbed the knowledge of kendo from the three isolated books like a whale sucking water, and Jian Wushuang finally turned his attention to the last book.

The two simple and sharp characters of "Sword Collection" seem to have been randomly written on the homepage by someone dipped in ink with a straw stick.

Jian Wushuang was a little puzzled. It seemed that this one-of-a-kind book was bought from a vendor, which made him forget.

Putting aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, he waved his hand and opened the first page.

What came into view was a blank space.

On the withered yellow paper that glowed dark blue, not even a single word appeared.

Jian Wushuang groaned in his heart, "No way, did you meet a profiteer here?"

Not believing in evil, he hurriedly checked it over and over again.

In the end, I came to the conclusion that I was deceived by profiteers.

This is simply a wordless book.

Jian Wushuang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and after using Yanli to probe it again and determined that it was worthless, he was ready to discard it.

However, in the next moment, a warm and cool breath flashed in his hand. If you don't notice it carefully, you will never find it.

He subconsciously looked at the book of swords in his hand, a breath of immortal energy to the extreme, like a cloud of smoke, just spinning on the solitary book for a moment, and then fell into the book in an instant.

As if realizing something, Jian Wushuang hurriedly opened the wordless book in his hand again.

On the withered yellow paper that glowed with dark blue, the immortal aura was so dense that it hovered over the paper like a frightening dragon the size of a finger.

Jian Wushuang opened his eyes to the widest extent, and some could not guess where this breath of familiarity and unfamiliarity came from.

Soon, the aura that was as thin as a wandering cloud suddenly condensed, and instantly transformed into a figure only the size of a fingernail.

He held his breath completely, and the scene seemed a little mysterious now.

The thumb-sized figure is extremely compact, but the white shirt he wears looks immortal and has the style of a generation of grandmasters.

Although this villain transformed by Yunyan has no facial features, the breath he shows makes Jian Wushuang very familiar, like an old friend.

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