Chapter 5005? Quasi Emperor Yuyao

That condensed more than 100,000 Spiritual Immortals, nine rank nine Great Spiritual Immortals, the power provided by the Xinghe Immortal Formation, pushed her to the Emperor.

The endless purple meaning of Hongmeng is the fate of Yu Yao's emperor.

Feeling the terrifying and monstrous purple arrogance, Jian Wushuang's heart was beating like a drum.

With intuition, he felt that Yu Yao's aura of luck even faintly surpassed the black cloud of the previous emperor.

This also means that as long as she wants to do something, Wu Yanxian can survive under her hands.

This moment is a moment of great terror between life and death.

When Jiang Liyan returned, Di Qing had already exhausted his luck in the Xinghe Immortal Formation, and he had almost no strength to fight.

You must know that Qi Luck is not the same as the ability to regenerate, Qi Luck is like the source of immortality, which is the root of Yan Xian.

Once it is worn out, it takes almost a long time to repair it again.

Even if Jian Wu had Emperor Pindan pills in his hands, it was almost impossible to restore both Jiang Liyan and Di Qing in a short period of time.

At this moment, on the huge ruins of the third and fifth layers of heaven, there are only five figures of them left.

All other Yanxian, and even the rank nine Great Yanxian, became the victims of Yu Yao's proclaiming emperor.

After Yu Yao only glanced at them, she withdrew her gaze, as if she was not worried about them escaping at all.

She looked at the palm of her palm that was filled with purple, and there was only joy and infatuation in her eyes.

"It turns out that this is the emperor's luck..."

As Yu Yao's voice fell, hundreds of millions of strands of Hongmeng purple meaning emerged from the immortal body, and began to outline some kind of unsightly power.

Feiyun's regular clothes were replaced, and replaced by imperial clothes condensed by Hongmeng's purple meaning.

Jian Wushuang's brows twitched fiercely, if he had a bit of luck that Yu Yao did not succeed in ascending to Emperor Zhundi before.

So now, when the imperial clothing is condensed, everything has been settled.

Yuyao, the quasi emperor is undoubtedly!

"Do you think you can escape?"

Dressed in a dark purple Qianye imperial suit,

Her eyes were cold, as if looking at ants.

"We've already handed over our luck to you, and you've got the results you want, so why kill them all?"

Jian Wushuang stopped them all behind and said in a condensed voice.

"Is this the result I want?" Yu Yao slowly raised her arms and curved the corners of her mouth, "No, the final result I want is to ascend to the emperor."

Jian Wushuang heard the words, suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked at her coldly.

Yu Yao was different from before, and what he did was even worse than the Emperor Heiyun in the city of exile.

She will follow all her Dayan Immortals, and even the Rank Nine Dayan Immortals, all of them will kill them, just to swallow the luck and make herself a quasi-emperor.

Now, Jian Wushuang no longer counts on them, this quasi-emperor Yuyao, who has completely annihilated human nature, let them go.

"Our luck has already belonged to you. Even if you obliterate us all, it will be difficult to provide any luck at all."

Jian Wushuang tried to speak at last.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Yao's real eyes, which had no emotional fluctuations, slowly swept over them.

Finally, the eyes fell on him.

"Your luck has not belonged to me yet."

Jian Wushuang was stunned for a moment, and then looked at her fixedly, "Okay, I will give you all my luck, you let them go."

"Do you think you have the qualifications to negotiate?" Zhundi Yuyao smiled contemptuously, "But they have no value to me and can leave."

Jian Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words.

"No, Wushuang, you can't stay!" Jiang Liyan returned, and Di Qing said urgently at the same time.

They knew very well that in order to have the fate of the emperor, she even did not hesitate to kill all the Dayan Immortals under her seat, and once Jian Wushuang stayed, it would only be completely destroyed.

Jian Wushuang turned around, blinked at them, and said in a voice that only a few of them could hear, "Don't worry, leave, I have my own way to keep up with you, don't forget that I still have trump cards to use."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Liyanhui and Di Qing both calmed down.

In the previous battle with Heiyun, Jian Wushuang used his own strength to carry the emperor's luck and forcibly erased it.

Although this is too unimaginable, it actually happened.

So seeing Jian Wushuang's confident demeanor, although they were a little worried, there was really no better way.

All their luck has been exhausted by the Xinghe Immortal Formation, and their strength has declined to the extreme. Even if they stay, it will only drag Jian Wushuang.

"Then you must be careful and protect yourself." Di Qing said nervously.

Jian Wushuang nodded, watching the four of them leave before turning around.

Yu Yao really didn't break his promise, and after letting them leave, his eyes fell on him.

"I'm a little curious, why do you want to absorb the luck of a little Yanxian?" Jian Wushuang looked at her and asked.

Yu Yao looked at him and said expressionlessly, "Because, I won't let all Yanxian present leave alive."

Jian Wushuang opened his eyes, and a big crisis suddenly surged in his heart!

As if to confirm what he thought, the next moment, Yu Yao suddenly raised his arms.

As her arms were raised, the endless purplish meaning quietly covered the entire sky.

Every ray of Hongmeng Purple Intent became incomparably sharp, like an endless rain of arrows madly venting down.

Looking at the unimaginable rain curtain, Jian Wushuang swallowed his throat.

His brows were lowered, and a million sword intents were directly vented!

Facing the endless purple meaning, he resolutely stepped forward to meet him alone.

At this moment, the unparalleled swordsmanship collided with the quasi-emperor's luck again.

Unparalleled Kendo, Xinghehuhai, the second style.

river.

The majestic Tianhe hangs down from the sky, like mountains and seas, roaring and sweeping forward.

Jian Wushuang sat on the tide of the Jian River, his eyes narrowed slightly.

With this sword, he knew that he would definitely lose without any suspense.

In order to fight for Jiang Liyan to return, and to clear the time when they left, Jian Wushuang kept all his qi luck in his immortal body just to survive.

The roaring Tianhe collided with the endless purple meaning of Hongmeng.

There is no shocking martyrdom, and some are only swallowed and absorbed.

The Hongmeng Purple Intent, which is capable of breaking all things, easily tore apart the Tianhe and completely swallowed up all the Sword Intent.

Facing the Emperor, everything is so powerless.

Even a rank nine Dayan Immortal can't fight against the Emperor, let alone a mere Yanxian?

Kendo Tianhe only existed for a few breaths of time, and then it was completely swallowed up.

Everything was covered in purple again.

Yu Yao was still standing in the same place, her face was calm, wearing a dark purple Qianye imperial robe, the purple flame was burning more vigorously.

And behind her, an immortal body was almost smashed into pieces, barely supporting it and never fell to the ground.

The seven-colored divine blood poured out from its immortal body, dyeing the sky with a monstrous scarlet in the sky wrapped in the violet meaning of Hongmeng.