Chapter 4741? Final Victory

His son Jiu never thought that the guy who should be damned, not only did not die, but instead manipulated the immortal style to return.

A seemingly unremarkable and unpredictable guy actually realized the immortal style, which made him not shocked.

You must know that if you can understand the immortal style, it means that the realm of Yanxian is harmonious, and you have touched a higher level.

Comprehending and using it wisely shows its terrifying point. Breaking through Yanxian will only be a matter of time and years.

From ancient times to the present, I don’t know how many top cultivators have difficulty entering the realm of Yanxian, and above Yanxian, the realm of arrogance makes Yanxian even more desperate.

Yanxian is a watershed, even if the lifespan is endless, but he can't feel the mysterious and mysterious aura, and he can only despair.

At the same time, even if it is an immortal who is beyond the mundane world, there are very few people who can die peacefully.

The realm cannot be broken through and reaches another level, and the endless life essence is like a trap and a cage to them.

Yanxian, who has not broken the shackles, may die in a tragic battle with the turmoil of one side of the world, or it may cut off the source of immortality on its own, and not even enter the reincarnation.

This is a path of cultivation with no retreat, and the vast silence is far more than the tragic killing.

The first step to breaking through the shackles is to realize the immortal style.

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Right now, this spectacle that follows one after another is not an immortal style, what else could it be!

The little emperor was also shocked. When he saw that figure, and ordered the mountains and rivers like an emperor, the scene that he didn't want to see in the depths of his heart still appeared.

"So, is this his true strength..."

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"Enough! Stop it for me." Young Master Jiu's eyes began to turn red, he waved his palms, and suddenly tore apart the mountains that were crushing him.

The successive fierce battles have made Young Master Jiu tired, especially the immortal style of the previous little emperor, which has already consumed more than half of his physical strength.

Several Yanxian present, all consciously retreated, for fear of becoming cannon fodder.

Jian Wushuang, who is dotted with Canggu Galaxy between his brows,

He looked at him indifferently.

Young Master Jiu gasped slightly, with a bit of hysteria, "Do you think that you just want to deal with me just by hitting the Immortal Style?"

"Prepare to regret."

The pale red picture scroll that stretched for thousands of miles became more and more intense, and Young Master Jiu stood in the center of the picture scroll, slowly condensing the force of force in his hands.

Immediately afterwards, the picture scroll twisted up, forming one after another of true shadows.

Every real shadow is the son-in-law.

The pale red real shadow condensed like a substance, all encircling Jian Wushuang.

"You guys have never shed tears without seeing the coffin. Since you have to fight to the end, I have to send you to see the coffin."

Young Master Jiu smiled strangely, and after he whispered a word of extinction, the space of the picture scroll was swallowed by extreme darkness in an instant.

Outsiders can't detect the scene at all.

Nearly a hundred true shadows in the entire picture scroll space are all moving at this moment, carrying the force of force, rushing forward.

And Jian Wushuang noticed the change as early as the first time, he waved his hand suddenly, and a round of Yaoyao Sun was hanging high, shining for a hundred miles.

The indescribable beam of light barely ripped apart the darkness, and the true shadows who were rushing to meet the beam of the sun directly turned into pools of silt and fell to the ground.

But Jian Wushuang immediately felt that something was wrong. The real shadows that turned into mud were rolling and rushing, but in just a moment, they turned into thousands of chains, trapping him from bottom to top.

The next moment, in this originally extremely dark space, countless strange eyes were born!

Each pair of eyes is playful, cruel, or indifferent, like an endless abyss, making people sink deep into it at a glance.

Jian Wushuang was trapped in chains and couldn't move at all. He could only watch the ten thousand eyes above his head frantically eating away at the power in his body.

Outside this extremely dark space, the corner of Young Master Jiu's mouth revealed an incomprehensible smile, "If it weren't for the heavens, I would definitely treat you well."

Then, he turned around slowly, facing the isolated and helpless little emperor and said in a low voice, "Your support has already taken a step forward, you still haven't quit, are you going to let me throw you out?"

Xiaodijun looked at Young Master Jiu coldly, relying on his own intuition, he knew that Jian Wushuang could not be out so easily.

Sure enough, before the smile on Young Master Jiu's face had retreated, the extremely dark space behind him that stretched for thousands of miles suddenly burst!

A miserable cry rang out in the wind, and a huge amount of mixed black power burst open.

The figure of a hand holding the peak of the gods is coming!

Jian Wu's eyes were extremely indifferent, and then facing Young Master Jiu, he threw the Shenfeng in his hand.

Being caught off guard, Young Master Jiu didn't even make a sound, and was crushed by the Shenfeng who was rushing towards him.

The divine peak, which was originally a thousand zhang high, rose against the storm and turned into a tens of thousands of zhang high divine mountain, with an irresistible power, covering his entire figure in the root of the mountain.

The earth collapsed, the Tianhe River flowed backwards, and visions abounded.

Adhering to the principle of taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Jian Wushuang condensed the power of his entire body on the soles of his feet, and then slammed the earth with a shocking, powerful kick, and stomped heavily on the top of Shenshan Mountain.

"Boom!"

The mountain of ten thousand feet could not bear this foot, and it split into a deep ravine.

The giant force went straight to the surface, and the young master Jiu, who was stubbornly pressed under the root of the mountain, sank into his dantian with righteousness, and was about to be kicked out by this giant force when he was about to burst out of Xianyuan.

His eyes darkened, and the dark red blood spurted out of his nose.

Just as Jian Wushuang was preparing to take the life of Young Master Jiu with one blow, a loud sound of the morning bell and the evening drum resounded.

"The time has come, please stop here and rush to heaven."

In a black robe, the extremely mysterious Uncle Yu appeared in the heavens, with some cloudy eyes looking at each of the last remaining Yanxians.

There was a flash of coldness in Jian Wu's eyes. When he was about to release the last thunderbolt, he found that the air seemed to be stagnant and actually restrained the force.

As if feeling something, he turned to look at Uncle Yu who appeared in the heaven.

His eyes were facing each other, and there was a slight fluctuation in Uncle Yu's turbid eyes. Then he turned his head, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, he sent the prince who was sealed under the God Peak back to the heavenly court.

"Everyone, please, rush to Heaven immediately."

After the last sentence was said, the entire heaven was completely silent.

The remaining Yanxian glanced at each other, and then all quickly fled here and rushed to Heaven.

Slowly spit out a turbid breath, and Jian Wushuang finally relaxed.

This half-year-old peach contest has ended with Jian Wushuang's victory over Feng Gongzijiu, holding Xiantao.

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