Chapter 4743? Listen to the Wind Typhoon

There was silence in the heaven, and Jian Wushuang looked at him and said, "I'm not wrong, and there is no way to talk about punishment."

Zhen Wuyang said solemnly, "Heaven is not allowed to be stained with blood, but you killed more than ten Yanxian, is it because you see the rules of heaven as nothing?"

Jian Wushuang calmly said, "If I didn't use death to frighten them, I wouldn't be able to stand here now. If people don't offend me, I don't have to pay attention, but if they offend me, erasing the threat is the best choice. ."

"I don't feel any kind of threat. It's not a threat in another place, whether it's in the heavens or anywhere."

"What I can do is to remove these threats by any means."

The heavenly court was so silent that the needles could be heard falling. Only Jian Wushuang's voice was recalling, and all the elders looked over.

They didn't expect that this guy who suppressed all kinds of immortals in the heavens and swept away the threats with his own power, said and acted in such a similar style.

Zhen Wuyang sat on the throne without saying a word, staring blankly at Jian Wushuang.

At the same time, a great power came quietly in the heaven.

Jian Wushuang felt an indescribable pressure sinking on every inch of his skin, like a hundred thousand divine peaks.

He bit the tip of his tongue without a trace, without even using Yan Li, he resisted it with the strength of his fleshly body.

Uncle Yu, who was standing behind Zhen Wuyang, also raised his cloudy eyes to look at Jian Wushuang at this moment, and then turned his nose up again.

The little emperor also noticed something, his face turned cold, and then he took out the soft sword from his waist, and cut off the pressure with one sword.

"Father, we are tired, hurry up and explain things, we can go to sleep... and face the wall." The little emperor took back his soft sword and looked at Zhen Wuyang with a somewhat resentful expression.

Looking at the little emperor who was not afraid at all and had no scruples, Zhen Wuyang was surprisingly not angry. He wanted to say something, and finally sighed and said, "Get out of here."

Xiao Dijun raised his brows, then pulled Jian Wushuang and prepared to leave.

"Wait," Zhen Wuyang's majestic voice sounded again, "Let Yu Chang supervise you to face the wall and think about it, so as to save you from repenting."

The old man standing behind Zhenwuyang nodded his head and walked towards the two of them step by step.

Then the left and right hands issued a confinement, which tied Jian Wushuang and Xiaodijun directly, and then quickly left the Heavenly Court Hall and rushed to the Tingfengtai.

When the figure of the little emperor disappeared, a trace of loneliness flashed in Zhen Wuyang's eyes.

"All the immortals, it is rare for us to gather together. Let's go to Yaoyue Pavilion and have a drink."

...

"Uncle Yu, can I let go of me? Although I have been thinking about it, I don't need to imprison my personal freedom..."

In a beautiful place with thousands of peach blossoms and a gentle breeze, the two were bound together, sitting back to back in a pavilion.

Jian Wushuang was very depressed, but he was sentenced to face the wall here for ten years after only beheading one or twenty Yanxian.

Although the scenery is excellent, being trapped in this pavilion and sitting for ten years is still a little uncomfortable.

The little emperor, who was leaning against his back, also had a helpless expression on his face, and he could not let Uncle Yu release his imprisonment after saying good things.

"Little Emperor, ten years are so fast, you should just take a nap." Uncle Yu raised his eyes and glanced at the two of them, and then began to sit in realization not far away.

When he saw that Uncle Yu was already sitting, the little emperor pushed Jian Wushuang without a trace, and said in a low voice, "I have a soft sword around my waist, you gently pull it out and cut the chain..."

Jian Wushuang heard the words, and immediately touched the waist of the little emperor.

"The sword is in my belt, what are you doing under my waist?"

"Missed, your hand is a little numb... don't move."

"Can I move, that's my ticklish flesh."

...

After some hard and hard struggle, Jian Wushuang finally pulled out his soft sword and cut off the chains on the little emperor.

Shaking his hand, the little emperor got up and took the soft sword, also breaking the chain on his body.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a good place." The little emperor showed a rare smug look, and with a wave of his hand, he took Jian Wushuang and left.

Jian Wushuang couldn't refuse, so he looked back at Uncle Yu who was still sitting in Wu's seat, and then followed him out of the pavilion.

Just as the two left, Uncle Yu slowly opened his eyes, shook his head helplessly, and continued to stare.

The two of them almost said blatantly that I was leaving, how could Uncle Yu not find out? But he did nothing to stop them, and let them go.

As long as you don't get out of this typhoon, everything will be fine.

Strolling among the thousands of miles of peach blossom forest, Jian Wushuang's tense state of mind also relaxed a little.

From the mouth of the little emperor, we learned that almost more than half of all the noble fairies in the nine heavenly realms surrounding the heavenly court live in this wind taiwan, and there are countless fairy spirits who have attained the Tao.

Only after walking more than a thousand steps, there was Tao Xian sitting on the peach branch holding a beautiful fairy wine.

"Brother Jian, how's your alcohol consumption?" He took off the two pots of peach blossom brewed in Taoxian's hands, and the little emperor directly stuffed a pot into Jian Wushuang.

"It's alright." Jian Wushuang didn't refuse, he held up the fine-eared wine jug and drank for a long time.

The wine line with a touch of pink taste enters the throat, and the clear and sweet taste is dispersed in the peach forest.

The little emperor smiled slightly, and also learned from Jian Wushuang, holding the jug high and drinking full.

This peach blossom brewed by Taoxian, although it seems to be only a pot, but there is a hole in the pot, and it can hold a thousand catties at least.

Jian Wushuang drank about a hundred kilograms in one go, and then stopped, only to feel that his whole body was transparent, and he couldn't say that he was relieved.

On the other hand, the little emperor on the side was drinking like a whale swallowing a cow, and he drank a pot of wine upside down.

"I said, you are so drunk that you can't panic?" Jian Wushuang asked.

For their detached Yanxian, things like liquor, whether they are sincere or not, are already intoxicating.

Even if it is immortal wine, it is just to taste its taste in the throat, and it is not drunk at all.

But he looked at the little emperor with hazy eyes in his eyes, and found that things were not so simple.

"No, are you drunk?" Jian Wushuang asked again.

The little emperor, whose face was a little red, shook his head slowly when he heard the words, "No, I'm not drunk, how can such a mere peach blossom be drunk."

Hearing the voice with a big tongue, Jian Wushuang was helpless and snatched the jug from his hand.

"Hey, little Taoxian, bring another pot to this seat for aging."

"..."

Jian Wushuang would never have imagined that, as a Yanxian, he could be drunk by the mere liquor.

"Don't drink you, I will cause some trouble later, and I will be taken back again!"

Thousands of pounds of wine entered his stomach, and although the little emperor was still sober, his feet were already floating.

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