Chapter 4809?

Under his decision, Chen Qing stayed in the six-day realm.

Since Chunqiu and Cui Jing stole a lot of the exquisite pill pills sealed by Emperor Six Crows on the road, they both got promotions to different degrees, and it was only a matter of time before they achieved the status of Yanxian. Let them both stay.

This time, when he went to Da Mitian under the control of Gongzijiu, Jian Wushuang only decided to go forward with Di Qing.

After making a decision, he went to the square outside the main hall to recuperate and recover.

Chen Qing and the others also adjusted their own breaths. Since the collapse of the Northern Heaven and Immortal State, the trauma to them has been so severe that they have not recovered their strength after returning to the six-day realm.

If it wasn't for the inheritance of Six Crows Emperor's perception, Jian Wushuang's strength would certainly not return to its peak.

The current him, said to be recuperating and recovering, has actually started to investigate the Six Crows Heavenly Emperor's text in his body and in his consciousness.

Di Qing was following behind him, and the desire that could not be concealed in his eyes almost overflowed.

Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly, ignoring him, and started to investigate Liu Ya Tiandi Wen.

Di Qing also became nervous and concentrated, even more nervous than him.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang, who originally seemed to be an old monk, suddenly said slowly, "What is your relationship with Young Master Mo?"

"Ah?..." Di Qing was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses after a while, and then said after thinking for a while.

"Actually, we have some kind of interest relationship, but it's far from being friends. After all, we all get what we need."

Speaking of which, Di Qing touched his nose in embarrassment, "He wants my protection, and I just want some of his father's luck."

"Prince Mo's father? True Wuyang's luck, what do you want?" Jian Wushuang looked at him and said.

Diqing didn't hide anything, "Every Chinese year, Young Master Mo will give me a ray of the emperor's luck of Zhenwuyang for me to comprehend, but the effect is very small, I am still stuck in the position of Rank 9, and it is difficult to comprehend it. To that mysterious and mysterious emperor's luck."

Jian Wushuang heard the words and said again, "Above the Nine Revolutions Dayan Immortal, is that the emperor?"

Di Qing shook his head, "The emperor also belongs to the realm of Dayan Xian,

But Dayanxian is by no means equal to the emperor, and it can even be said to be completely different from the emperor. "

"If you want to become an emperor, you must comprehend and derive your own emperor's luck. Only then can you create a heavenly court and control the avenues of countless heavenly domains."

"I've been trapped in the rank nine Dayan Immortal for a long time, so long that I almost forgot about it."

There was a flash of fatigue in his eyes, "If I don't say it, I'm afraid you won't believe it. I am actually the same era as the emperor Zhenwuyang of this big division."

"But when he was in the fifth rank of Dayan Immortal, he realized and derived the fate of the emperor, and I have been trapped in the ninth rank for an unknown number of years, but still stagnant, and I have never felt even a trace of luck. arrive."

Speaking of which, he sighed.

After Jian Wushuang listened to it, he probably understood a little, and said slowly, "The journey of cultivation, until the end, is only about understanding and controlling the way of heaven and luck, and these mysterious and mysterious things are far from being comprehended with talent. , the only thing I can do is to feel it, to be appropriate, although what I said is a bit empty, but it is the truth."

"Your way, your luck, maybe one day in the future, maybe it will emerge in your heart."

Di Qing was silent, and he began to recall the meaning of Jian Wushuang's words, as if he was thinking about something.

Jian Wushuang didn't say more, fell into contemplation and began to conquer the Six Crows Heavenly Emperor Wen in the consciousness.

This Six Crows Heavenly Emperor's text is the last comprehension inheritance of the Six Crows Emperor. It is absolutely impossible to say that Jian Wushuang is unmoved.

He has an intuition, even if he comprehends one point, it will be an earth-shaking change for now.

But to understand this kind of thing is not to invite guests to dinner, guests to dinner, of course, there are big unknown variables in it.

This was Jian Wushuang's first contact with the Dao that belonged to the emperor, and naturally he was extremely nervous.

In the divine sense, the Six Crows Heavenly Emperor Wen presented a unique splendor, which made people feel awe and pilgrimage, and showed a kind of ancient atmosphere.

Jian Wushuang incarnates in a virtual form, walking in the sky of his divine consciousness.

After nearly 10,000 years of practice, he has grown from the beginning step by step to the present, and his spiritual consciousness has already reached perfect harmony at the ancestral level, becoming an endlessly changing sky.

In his own boundless consciousness, he can go to the corner he wants to go in an instant.

The Six Crows Heavenly Emperor Wen occupied more than half of the space in his consciousness, like a bird sleeping soundly in the dark clouds.

And the closer he got to that feeling, an unbearable fiery swept over, burning all the clothes Jian Wushuang phantom was wearing, exposing his solid chest.

After his arm that was cut off by Emperor Six Crows was remodeled, a terrifying aura surged under the skin of the entire arm, as if dark cyan blood was flowing.

At the same time, Jian Wushuang also felt that in the Divine Power Universe, the blood of the ancestor Feng Qi, the ancestor of the Feng clan, left in his body, from the original declining trend, became full.

Everything seems to be done by the embodied Six Crows Heavenly Emperor Wen.

Jian Wushuang was bare chested, and the long hair tied behind him also broke the belt, flying in the air, and the splendid divine patterns flowed in the hair.

He walked slowly forward, facing the hazy cloud that fell into a deep sleep, with the hope of the ancients, and stretched out a finger to touch it.

In an instant, the dust in the mountains and seas vanished, the sun withered, and the entire Divine Consciousness Heaven set off an immeasurable trend.

Then the hazy cloud materialized a flying bird.

The dark blue bird has six horns on its head, each of which is a different color, magnificent and mysterious.

It opened its eyes, and the extremely pure golden pupil seemed to see Jian Wushuang through it in an instant.

His eyes were facing each other, as if he had been separated by an entire era, with an air of desolation and ancient silence, which made him unbearable. He felt that every cell and pore in his body was under heavy pressure and began to fall apart unbearably.

"Go home, this is not the luck that you can control today. You can only have it when the sea turns into dust and the catastrophe is approaching."

The bird with six horns and hundreds of millions of rose feathers looked at Jian Wushuang and spoke the truth.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang was in a state of suffering, unable to speak, and stood still, unable to move at all, and his whole body was completely captured by that kind of breath.

The wisps of feeling aura like silk and mist all desperately wanted to get into his body, and at this moment, he couldn't run even if he wanted to.