Chapter 4793? The Old Broken Heaven

Looking at the now silent and dead world, Jian Wushuang doubted the authenticity of Chen Qing's words.

This is not like a mysterious cave where treasures are preserved, and it is probably not an exaggeration to say that it is a dead tomb.

Chen Qing scratched his head, "But then again, although this place is not the same as the places where treasures are hidden in the imagination, there must be some treasures hidden here, and maybe it will be of great use to us."

At this moment, Chunqiu's voice sounded, "Brother Chen Qing, are you sure this is the treasure land you call, not a battlefield?"

Jian Wushuang followed the sound and saw Chun Qiu bent over and waved his hand, and a large piece of black-brown clod was pushed aside, revealing a shattered True Treasure Sword.

I don't know if it has been buried underground for many years, but the Supreme Treasure True Sword still exudes a terrifying coldness.

But everyone's eyes are looking at the bottom of the broken real sword.

It was a gleaming white bone whose flesh and blood had disappeared. He even maintained the posture of the last moment of his life, holding the real sword in one hand and covering his chest with the other, but his head no longer existed.

This is a white bone at the peak of Yanxian. Jian Wushuang determined at the first time that his immortal source was smashed by external forces, and together with the smashed, there was the real sword that he stabbed in front of him.

In addition to Dayan Immortal, there is no other possibility to directly kill such a Yanxian Peak.

Jian Wushuang seemed to feel something, and he also stretched out his hand and rolled up layers of black-brown sand.

Next, a shocking scene appeared.

With the peeling of the black-brown sand, all kinds of treasures that shattered with handles, and terrifying bodies that looked dead one after another, were exposed to the air.

Looking around, there are hundreds of immortal bone bodies!

There are so many bones just under the ground of hundreds of thousands of meters. Is it also full of bones under the ground that has not been lifted?

Just these exposed bones, Jian Wushuang glanced at it, all of them were the realm of Yanxian.

If so many Yanxian can be buried here, how terrible should their opponents be?

Yanxian's immortal body, even if it dies, has no chance of becoming immortal bones after several years, but now, these dead Yanxian have all turned into immortal bones, from which it can be seen that the time of their death is definitely longer than ten years.

One Chinese year is enough to make one universe reincarnate ten times, and ten Chinese years can no longer be measured by years.

Everyone's expressions became solemn without knowing it, this is definitely not the so-called hidden treasure place in Chen Qing's mouth.

It is an ancient battlefield, looking at the ancient battlefield!

"Here, shouldn't it be the real Wuyang Emperor, the ancient battlefield left over when he opened up the Da Siyu?" Chen Qing murmured.

But no one could answer him, and they were all confused.

"Brother Jian, what should we do, should we leave, or do we investigate?" Chunqiu asked.

Jian Wushuang waved the sand and buried hundreds of immortal bones again, and then said, "Since we came here by accident, let's go check it out and say that there is no any life here anymore. Seriously."

Chunqiu nodded and followed Jian Wushuang to this day. He had long believed in Jian Wushuang's decision and followed firmly.

Immediately, he followed behind Jian Wushuang and walked forward.

Chen Qing was in high spirits, and from time to time probed for places that might have treasures.

Di Qing didn't say much. As a rank nine Dayan Immortal, he also noticed that Fang Tianyu had reached the point where he could no longer die, so he naturally followed Jian Wushuang to investigate.

Only Cui Jing, who looked lost, obviously hadn't come out of the incident of Sha Qing's death.

Five figures, headed by Jian Wushuang, shuttled through this deadly silent sky.

The black-brown earth beneath his feet seemed to have no boundaries and stretched infinitely forward.

This dark-brown ground was actually not the color at the beginning, but the color that was infiltrated by the divine blood and the divine blood of Yanxian.

Perhaps here, there was a war of breaking the ancients, countless Yanxian, and even Dayan immortals died in this war of breaking the ancients, and finally buried by the wind and sand, dead and desolate.

The further forward, some changes began to appear in the distant sky.

One after another, like the cracks in the sky, the sky is torn apart. At the same time, there is a pillar engraved with mysterious and simple patterns, broken walls, and floating in the air.

An indescribable, ancient silence, Canggu breath, unconsciously suppressed in everyone's heart.

Looking at the quaint gravel distributed on the sky, Jian Wushuang began to build in his heart what happened in the war.

When the ground underfoot was also broken and cracked, the broken buildings finally appeared in everyone's eyes.

Chen Qing also restrained his excitement, and his eyes became solemn. He had discovered that the ruins could not be simply described here.

"Brother Jian, what kind of place do you think this is?" Chen Qing asked, looking for answers.

Jian Wushuang did not answer him, but quickened his body.

When there were faults and pits in the ground ahead, he stopped and looked forward.

As far as the eye can see, everyone is horrified again.

I saw that on the broken ground ahead, a quaint, simple, and broken hall hangs above the abyss.

Although it is broken and old, it shows a fascinating trend.

There are blue clouds flowing slowly in front of the broken hall.

"Here is a heaven, the broken heaven of the past."

Jian Wushuang spoke slowly and firmly.

Chen Qing involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and he agreed with Jian Wushuang's conclusion.

Only where the emperor once existed will there be the flow of the emperor's luck.

Right now, there seems to be no other name for the giant hall floating on the abyss, apart from Heavenly Court, that can match its identity.

The Great Division, which belongs to Emperor Zhenwuyang, has experienced the most tragic expansion in the war at the beginning of its establishment.

Countless Jinghong Yanxian, and even Da Yanxian, participated in this ancient battle.

No Yanxian knew how long this ancient war lasted, because all the participants died, and those who did not die became one of the elders under Zhenwuyang.

But the emperor who just fell into the hands of Zhenwuyang will never be lower than the number of ten.

As far as Jian Wushuang knew, there were four of them. They were Yang Jun, Su He, and Dao Gong, who were currently in the Boyang bottle, and the emperor of Chunqiu, Fenghua Emperor. There were four in total.

And now, such a broken Heavenly Court of the past, it is very likely that it was also established by an emperor who was defeated by Zhen Wuyang.

"I really didn't expect that in this dead void, there is still a broken heaven in the past." Jian Wushuang sighed softly.