Chapter 4721? Entering Heaven

A sword for hundreds of millions of miles, Huang Huang's power poured out.

It is impossible for non-Yanxian to cause damage to any side of the world in this Great Evolution.

Even Jian Wushuang, when he destroyed Jingchuan at the beginning, could only use the power of the three emperors to destroy it, which shows the difficulty.

What kind of existence is this sword to destroy the power of hundreds of millions of miles of void?

"A group of ignorant guys, do you know how to protect the environment?" An extremely impatient voice resounded in the void.

Jian Wushuang stared at the source of the sound, and saw a figure radiating hazy brilliance standing in the distance, even if it was so far away, he could feel the pressure of transcending cognition.

However, this figure that radiated hazy brilliance only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared directly.

"This is just a warning. If you dare to destroy anything, and treat all living beings as nothing, then they will all disappear."

The sound of majesty resounded through the void, and it took a long time to disappear.

Such a terrifying sword, and such a mysterious figure, were only a glimpse, and eventually disappeared.

Seeing this sword mark tearing apart hundreds of millions of miles of void, all Yanxian twitched at the corners of their mouths, which was really overbearing.

This indiscriminate attack directly killed nearly 20 Yanxian, if not for Jian Wushuang's critical moment, dragging the little emperor to retreat, I am afraid that the two will also be killed.

Recovering from the shock, looking at the dozen or so Yanxian left in front of him, a sneer appeared on Jian Wushuang's mouth.

It was originally a one-sided suppression situation, but under the sword of the mysterious man, it was directly and forcibly reversed.

In addition to Jian Wushuang, the little emperor still has six Yanxian left here, one ancestor, and only twelve Yanxian left for the enemy who intercepted.

He and Chen Qing alone can almost resist the twelve Yanxians, not to mention the help of the little emperor and the skinny Zipao?

That Yin Rou Yanxian had no desire to fight anymore, and after shouting with a trembling voice to retreat quickly, she prepared to flee regardless.

A dark and incomparably dark vine seemed to grow from nothingness, quietly clinging to him with a strong sense of death.

The surrounding void seemed to stagnate,

Even the power in the body is stiff.

The great terror between life and death made this Yin Rou Yanxian terrified, "Quick, come and save me!"

But the rest of the Yanxian who fled in a hurry, no one looked at him, all scattered in the void and disappeared.

Waiting for him is an extremely terrifying god.

Yin Rou Yanxian turned back with difficulty, unable to speak clearly.

"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue." The little emperor looked gloomy and held a real sword.

He heard the words, and he was overjoyed in his heart. If his tongue was cut, it could grow for thousands of years at most, and at least one life could be left.

Immediately, this Yin Rou Yanxian stuck out her tongue and said vaguely, "Many, thank you little emperor."

The blade crossed, and a piece of the tongue was directly cut off.

He snorted, and blood spurted out of his mouth. Before he could close his mouth, another sword pierced his face, and the terrifying force emerged from the blade, blasting his entire head together with the source of immortality. .

Jian Wushuang took a half step back, frowning slightly.

This little emperor is too cruel to kill, which is evident.

The femininity Yanxian, who lost her head and Xianyuan, silently fell into the ditch of nothingness.

In the entire void, there are only many fragments of Yanxian's remains, floating silently.

The real sword was sheathed, the little emperor turned around slowly, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jian Wushuang, a ray of divine blood gushed out of his nostrils without warning.

Then, he just passed out.

The skinny purple robe seemed to have expected it long ago, hugged the little emperor, and went straight to the still unbroken imperial chariot.

Chen Qing said with a wry smile, "The old problem has been committed again."

Without any pointless questioning, Jian Wushuang and Chunqiu rushed to the rest of the imperial carriages.

In this fierce battle, there were only three of the original ten imperial chariots that were barely usable. On the contrary, those strange beasts with thin ears like dragons and sheep had almost no casualties.

Chen Qing lags after waving his gloves to get the imperial chariot, and then leaves the room and continues to move forward.

He was intercepted on the way, and there were only six people left. It was not a tragic situation. If the mysterious man hadn't intervened, I'm afraid today would be another situation of nine deaths.

At this moment, even Jian Wushuang was a little puzzled, how did he survive to this day under the layers of interception?

Yu Nian moved forward, and only Chun Qiu was sitting with Jian Wushuang.

"I said, Brother Jian, is there something wrong with Young Master Yan? Did you see it just now? This is the second time." Chun Qiu said in a low voice.

Jian Wushuang thought for a moment, and then said, "This possibility cannot be ruled out. Judging from these repeated interceptions, it is already a miracle to survive."

Chun Qiu heard the words, put his hand on his forehead and said, "It's hard to believe that I, who most wanted to kill him, actually stood on the same line with him at this moment."

Jian Wushuang smiled, "When the time is right, it won't be too late for us to leave."

"That's the only way." Chun Qiu nodded helplessly, and then said in a low voice, "However, it's easy for us to know that he has a hidden disease. If one day he really wants to tear his face, we can also hurt him."

He shook his head and stopped talking.

Only the faint whistling of the wind was left in his ears.

It was another twenty consecutive days of travel, and there were no accidents in the next journey.

The emptiness that surrounded by nothingness was about to travel to the end, and was gradually replaced by a heaven filled with vast power.

The derivative force that is so dense that it is condensed into reality, as well as the breath of life, are entangled in the void.

Seven rainbow shadows span the heavens, erecting above this square heaven.

Walking through it is like entering a dream and feeling relaxed and happy.

He waved his hand to open the curtain in front of the window. After seeing this scene, Rao Shijian Wushuang sighed secretly.

The nine-way super heaven is like a portal, setting off the more vast heaven in the center of the center like the stars arching the moon.

There are thousands of waterfalls, like strips of jade belts flowing straight down from the edge of the court, indescribably magnificent and mysterious.

"Brother Jian, this should be the Heavenly Court of the True Wuyang." Chunqiu looked solemn.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of uneasy restlessness in the Boyang bottle, the bottle cork was lightly opened a slit, and then the voice of the three emperors rang out.

"What's the situation, little friend, why do I feel that something is wrong here?"

"Why is this kind of breath so familiar, it makes me inexplicably irritable."

Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly and said in a low voice, "Three seniors, we should be entering the Heavenly Court of Zhenwuyang now."

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"What? Little friend, are you going to smash the real Wuyang's nest? The real shadow of this emperor has not recovered yet!"

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