Chapter 4757? Will the Night

These old guests, who have hidden the aura of kendo, gave Jian Wushuang a very strange feeling.

But he didn't think much about it. After all, in this magnificent Northern Heavenly Immortal State, even if there is a Sword Immortal, it is possible.

After a brief discussion, the three of them went back to the wing to rest.

Under Chen Qing's strong request, the three of them were squeezed into a wing room.

Jian Wushuang, who was sitting on the window sill, turned over and shook his head helplessly.

He gradually discovered that when he and Chen Qing were together, he became more and more like the one who started at the very beginning and wandered in the mortal world.

Bad habits such as eating, drinking and sleeping should be quit in time.

After taking a big mouthful, Chen Qing lay down on the bed and started to sleep after the so-called "chewing wine".

After Chunqiu had just experienced an interception that had no backhand at all, he practiced even more desperately.

At the moment, apart from the extremely powerful eight-armed glaring eyes in his hands, he has no other supernatural powers. Even in the face of an ordinary Yanxian, he will fall into great passivity.

Ascension to the realm of Yanxian is imminent, otherwise, he will never be able to catch up with Jian Wushuang's footsteps.

For ordinary top cultivators, the achievement of the realm of immortals may be a false imagination, but the Spring and Autumn Period is different. The blood of the former emperor flows through his body, and even if the emperor's luck has declined to the extreme, it is enough for him to step into the world. The realm of immortality.

The entire immortal mansion pavilion was unusually quiet, and even Tiancheng seemed to have fallen into silence.

Among the vast clouds of immortal rhythm, the great sun that descended on the entire Xianzhou with auspicious light gradually gathered its brilliance.

The night that belongs to the Northern Heavenly Immortal State is coming.

Sitting on the window sill, Jian Wushuang began to sit.

Although he was sitting in a seemingly enlightened state, his five senses were still keenly observing his surroundings.

As the cloud curtain gradually thickened, just as Jian Wushuang was about to withdraw his mind and prepare to sit deeply, a nuanced voice made him open his eyes again.

That voice, he was all too familiar with it, was the end of the blade being sheathed.

inexplicable,

Jian Wushuang thought of the mysterious Seven Swordsmen he had seen earlier.

As if to confirm his conjecture, a few breezes suddenly rose.

Jian Wushuang subconsciously looked at the top of his head and saw a total of seven figures.

He seemed to feel something, and hurriedly woke up Chen Qing and Chunqiu, and then he stepped forward, and his figure went straight to Jiuxiao.

Sweeping up to the top of the cloud, accompanied by the big sun and stars, but only missing the breath of the seven figures just now.

"Brother Jian, did you find anything?" Chen Qing and Chunqiu followed closely, standing on the top of the cloud.

Jian Wushuang did not speak, but deduced the mountains and rivers with his divine sense, and soon turned his eyes to the sky behind him.

"The previous seven figures are strange, let's follow up and investigate." He said quickly, and then jumped forward.

Sure enough, after traveling hundreds of thousands of miles, Jian Wushuang detected the breath of the seven swordsmen from the clouds.

With breath, everything becomes simpler.

The three of them traveled fast along the breath in the clouds.

The magnificent heavenly cities were left behind, and these were just a corner of the vast Northern Heavenly Immortal State.

Along the way, Yan Li became more and more rich and pure, and Jian Wushuang began to doubt in his heart.

He had a hunch that the place where the Seven Swordsmen were going was vaguely similar to them.

When the water dials the moon, the cloud dials the sun.

When passing through the layers of clouds, the breath of the Seven Swordsmen suddenly disappeared, and a magnificent and magnificent Xianzhou came into their eyes.

Xianzhou with a diamond-shaped base hangs high in the sky, and there is a waterfall of jade belts from each corner, hanging down to the sky.

And on the side of this Xianzhou, there is a huge green tree that reaches the sky. On the top branches of this huge tree, there is a golden cage hanging.

Inside the golden cage, a red bird with a halo on its back illuminates the entire Xianzhou brightly.

Such a magnificent and majestic scene, although it is not comparable to the heaven where Zhenwuyang is located, it is not an exaggeration to be called a small heaven.

"This is probably where Young Master Mo lives." Hidden in the clouds, Chen Qing murmured while looking at Xianzhou.

Jian Wushuang nodded, "Except Young Master Mo, no one must have the energy to live in such a fairy state."

Chen Qing frowned slightly, "If this is really Young Master Mo's residence, I'm afraid he already has a plan."

From the current point of view, this magnificent and majestic Xianzhou, whether in terms of layout or the pattern of imprisoning the Golden Crow as a pet, has a faint meaning of aligning with the heaven, I am afraid that anyone with a discerning eye can guess it. The ambition behind the master of Xianzhou.

"Looks like I'm going to clean up the atmosphere for the little emperor." Chen Qing involuntarily clenched the real sword around his waist, and there was already killing intent in his eyes.

"I advise you not to think about it. Even if Young Master Mo is damned, you won't be able to intervene. Don't forget that his father is Zhen Wuyang," Jian Wushuang said lightly, and added at the end, "Unless it is absolutely necessary."

Chen Qing grinned, "I have an order."

"Mix in it first, and then make plans." Jian Wushuang said, and then the figure should go ahead and go to the small heaven.

In the vast immortal rhythm, there are a lot of Yanxian in front of the Xianzhou portal.

However, at the moment, these Yanxian guards are all drowsy.

The three ghost-like figures swept into Xianzhou in an instant, only driving the breeze slowly.

"This dress is so tight, I'm afraid it will crack when the fight starts."

On the bluestone-paved avenue, three guards in uniform costumes walked side by side.

Jian Wushuang, headed by him, changed his appearance again, from a poor middle-aged man to a young and heroic guard.

And Chen Qing and Chunqiu both changed into the faces of the guards who had been knocked out before.

Chen Qing, who is more than ten feet tall, complained while taking care of the tight guard clothes on his body.

In this quiet fairy state, Jian Wushuang felt very carefully the unexpected situations that might occur around him.

At this moment, a sudden cold drink sounded from behind, "Stop."

The three of them froze in place, Chen Qing had already put his palm on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and only waited for the situation to be wrong, and then violently beheaded.

Jian Wushuang slowly turned around and looked at the guards without fear.

"You are on duty outside, why are you going to Fifth Young Master's Heavenly Palace now?" one of the middle-aged patrolmen asked.

"The time to be on duty has passed, and now we are going to the Fifth Young Master's Heavenly Palace to be on duty." Jian Wushuang replied.

Afterwards, the middle-aged patrolman asked a few more questions, and he answered them fluently before letting a few people leave.

"Brother Jian, it's really high, how did you know these problems?"

"I'm blind, fortunately I didn't reveal anything, so hurry up and leave."

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