Chapter 4770? Hanging From the City Wall

But the gathered force only existed for a moment, and then all dissipated.

Pain comes from the pain of annihilation above the consciousness.

Whether it was Divine Consciousness, Immortal Origin, or Immortal Immortal Body, they were all destroyed in the destruction of the Northern Heaven Immortal State.

During the final destruction process, with his immortal body, he absorbed more than half of the aura of destruction and protected Chen Qing, Chunqiu, and Yin Ling.

So that Jian Wushuang was almost crushed by the general situation.

If there is no Ancestral Phoenix blood that Feng Qi left in his body, Rao is a super-perfect chaotic creature. Although it will not kill Jian Wushuang, it is enough to put him into a long sleep.

Feeling the fading blood of Ancestral Feng in his body, he knew that at most once, the divine blood that Feng Qi had left in his body would completely disappear.

In the current Jian Wushuang, except for the eyes that can be turned, other parts are in an uncontrolled state of chaos.

He endured the pain of being smashed, split, and fused again, and looked at the whole body and the front.

In the wind and sand, this team of hundreds of people moved forward slowly, not knowing where to go.

He wanted to leave, but found that he was bound into a zongzi by a unique chain, lying on the black mountain spar like a hill, unable to move at all.

Chen Qing, Chunqiu and the others who were beside Jian Wushuang, without exception, were all wrapped into zongzi, and they were all in a coma, not knowing where they were.

Jian Wushuang wanted to struggle to get up, but the severe pain from every cell made him persist for a while, and finally passed out again.

When he closed his eyes, he saw that in the misty yellow sand, a giant black door appeared.

...

"Ugh..."

A slight moan sounded, and Jian Wushuang woke up from the initial stupor.

Sweat poured out from his temples, although he had recovered, but at most 10% had recovered, and even the weak force could only be reluctantly moved.

This is the heaviest injury he has suffered since he came to Dayanhuan, almost shattering his immortal body.

So,

It made Jian Wushuang realize the terrifying strength of Uncle Yu.

With a wave of his hand, he could destroy the two Dayan Immortals, and then shatter the Immortal Origin of Diqing with one finger. What kind of terrifying existence would he be?

Could it be that he is a supreme power at the same level as the real Wuyang Emperor?

There was no answer. All Jian Wushuang could think of was that they escaped from the dead and escaped from Uncle Yu.

The cause of Young Master Mo's death will be completely buried, at least they will not be thoroughly investigated.

Slowly spitting out a mouthful of turbid breath, Jian Wushuang was shocked to realize that his current situation is not optimistic, and it can even be described as bad.

Because at this time Jian Wushuang was trapped by ropes and hung high on a city wall.

Not only him, the sleeping Chen Qing, Chunqiu and others all lined up beside him, hanging on the city wall without exception.

I don't know what the city wall was made of. On the dark wall, there were abruptly exposed thick bone spurs, which looked extremely hideous and ugly.

And looking at this side of the sky, the red cloud condensed by resentment and blood is almost condensed into reality.

How much killing karma did it take to have such a scene?

Jian Wushuang had a headache, and since he entered Dayanhuan, he was almost always in a passive situation.

Only left a life from Beitian Xianzhou, and now he has ended up like this again.

Since the injury has not yet recovered, he can't even run his power freely, so there is nothing he can do about the ropes on his body, so he can only be hanged on the city wall like this.

Afterwards, Jian Wushuang turned his gaze to his side. Although Chen Qing, Chun Qiu and others had suffered varying degrees of trauma, they were far from being fatal, and their breaths stabilized.

When his eyes turned to the right, he was shocked.

Di Qing, who was killed by Uncle Yu on the spot and smashed Xianyuan, was hanging by Jian Wushuang's side in the same posture at this moment. Although his breath was inaudible, he was still alive.

Di Qing is not dead, this is by no means good news, it is a big threat to him.

Jian Wushuang has already begun to think about how to kill it.

Not only Di Qing, but also a figure wearing a broken armor was also hung on the city wall.

Jian Wushuang saw it clearly, and immediately noticed that the figure in the broken armor was the young guard who had previously held him, one of the Seven Swordsmen.

Among these figures, only the most important one is missing, the silver bell with the celestial bone armor.

Even at the last moment of Xianzhou's collapse, Jian Wushuang also took into account the existence of Yin Ling and protected her, so that she could never die.

Now that she is missing alone, there is only one possibility, and that is to be carried away by the people in this evil city.

At this moment, Chen Qing and Chunqiu woke up leisurely, looked around in a daze, and were speechless.

"Where is this, have we escaped from North Heaven Xianzhou..." Chen Qing said in a daze, and then saw Jian Wushuang beside him, his eyes lit up immediately.

"Brother Jian, are we not dead?!"

"Of course he didn't die," Chunqiu was extremely weak, "but it's not far from death."

"It's good to escape, we are living together this time... Wait, isn't our current location a bit strange?"

"Who the hell hung us on the city wall?!" Chen Qing was surprised, twisting his body hard to break free, but found that he couldn't even exert any strength.

Jian Wushuang said at the right time, "Don't waste your energy, recover well, those who have captured us will come out soon."

As his voice fell, the dusty city gate slowly opened, and a faint smell of blood wafted out.

Jian Wushuang couldn't help frowning slightly. It seemed that Fang Tianyu was exactly as he had guessed, with a murderous intent.

As the city gate slowly opened, a team of eight walked out.

At the very center of the team, four people carried a soft bed on their shoulders.

On the soft bed, there was a young boy with a messy dress and a rambunctious figure.

"Needless to say, we must be tied up by these bastards!" Chen Qing's face was ashen, and he could not wait to go down and bleed them on the spot.

And Chunqiu also changed his face, and said in a low voice, "No, Najie is gone..."

The ring was given to him by the little emperor when Jian Wushuang and the others left the Six Heavens Realm.

The top crystal inside is enough to make the top cultivator in one side of the sky fall into a fight.

Losing now is an immeasurable loss.

"It must have been taken away by the gang who trapped us. If I wait for Lao Tzu to recover, I will directly attack them." Chen Qing gritted his teeth, but he was severely injured. I am afraid that he will face an ancestor. The top repair, there is no backhand.