Seeing that Jian Wushuang knew about the Ice and Fire Palace, the five people in Sunan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Zhuo Peng is currently cultivating in my Ice and Fire Palace and has made great progress. He has also mentioned you, Brother Wushuang, many times. Unfortunately, he has not yet reached a lower level, so he did not go to the Saint's Tomb this time.
Come." Sunan said.
"Yes." Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, then waved his hand and took out a Qiankun Ring, "There are many purple talismans in this Qiankun Ring, which I got in the past half day, and now I will give them to you.
I hope you guys can take good care of my second brother in the Ice and Fire Palace."
Su Nan took the Qiankun Ring and after briefly browsing it, a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face, but he still said: "Senior Brother Wushuang, don't worry, these senior brothers and I will definitely do our best to help Zhuo Peng grow up."
"Then it will be hard work."
Jian Wushuang said something, then turned and left.
Looking at Jian Wushuang's leaving figure, the five people in Sunan were extremely excited.
"I knew that if we find this senior brother Wushuang now, we can get a lot of benefits just by showing his face. It is true." Su Nan smiled.
You know, Jian Wushuang killed so many geniuses in less than half a day, and how much resources and treasures he obtained?
There are countless purple talismans obtained. Forget about those resources and treasures, but as for purple talismans, it is useless for Jian Wushuang to have too many. Now he sees the people from the Ice and Fire Palace, just because his second brother Zhuo Peng is a disciple of the Ice and Fire Palace.
Because of this relationship, Jian Wushuang took out a lot of purple talismans and gave them to them.
"Senior Brother Su Nan, you are still smart, but in front of so many sect disciples, we accept the benefits of Jian Wushuang. Is there no problem?" A disciple of Ice and Fire Palace asked.
"It was Jian Wushuang who killed those disciples of the sect, not us. Why did they bother us? Just ignore them and let's go." Sunan left quickly with several Ice and Fire Palace disciples. The surrounding sects
The genius of the door paid no attention to them.
In the void, Jian Wushuang swept forward for a while. When passing by a desolate hill, Jian Wushuang simply stopped.
He sat cross-legged directly on the hill, even his eyes slowly closed.
"He stopped."
The many genius disciples from the sect who were following Jian Wushuang also stopped one after another.
"Finally no longer planning to escape?"
"Humph, with so many of our sects targeting him, even if he wants to escape, where can he escape to? It's better to find a place to sit down and recover his strength before fighting the final battle."
"Not necessarily. I feel that he never thought about escaping from beginning to end. In any case, Jian Wushuang's strength is too terrifying. We alone may not be able to completely defeat him, or can we take him down again?
Wait, wait until the people from the Great Compassion Sect arrive."
"The people from the Great Compassion Sect are already on the way and will arrive soon."
There are dozens of sects that have arrived near Jian Wushuang, and the total number of disciples must be more than two hundred.
But even so, these disciples still did not choose to take action immediately.
It's not that they don't want to take action, but they are not absolutely sure.
After half a day, Jian Wushuang's crazy killing spree really scared them. Too many genius disciples died, including many first-class gods and demons.
They don't want to continue to be the souls killed by Jian Wushuang's sword.
Therefore, without absolute certainty, they dare not take action rashly.
"Just wait."
Although the genius disciples of these sects are extremely greedy for the seat talisman on Jian Wushuang's body and Jian Wushuang's head, they can only retain enough patience at this moment to wait for the arrival of the disciples of the Great Compassion Sect.
Similarly, Jian Wushuang was waiting quietly.
And the wait didn't last long, as more than twenty figures burst out from the void in the distance at an astonishing speed.
"The people from the Great Compassion Sect are here!"
The eyes of the sect disciples who had been waiting for a long time lit up.
In just an instant, more than twenty figures appeared in front of the hill where Jian Wushuang was, and figures emerged one after another. The leader was Long Zishan, a young man wearing purple armor. Beside Long Zishan,
There was also a stunningly beautiful woman wearing a white robe, who looked a bit cool.
This stunningly beautiful woman is the remaining twelve little kings of the Great Compassion Sect, ranked eighth, Yu Aoqing!
Yu Aoqing, as her name suggests, is an extremely cold and arrogant person.
"Jian Wushuang!"
As soon as Long Zishan appeared, his sharp eyes like blades shot directly towards Jian Wushuang on the hill.
"Is he Jian Wushuang?" Yu Aoqing also looked at Jian Wushuang, but both his eyes and expression were extremely cold.
As for the other disciples of the Great Compassion Sect, they were all gnashing their teeth and filled with overwhelming anger.
The Great Compassion Sect has always been used to being arrogant. As disciples of the Great Compassion Sect, they are also used to being aloof when facing disciples from other sects.
When other sect disciples faced them, they would usually just give in, but this time, the Great Compassion Sect suffered a big loss at the hands of Jian Wushuang in front of them.
Not only were several core disciples killed directly by Jian Wushuang, but most importantly, Pang Tao also died in Jian Wushuang's hands.
This is not only a provocation to the Great Compassion Sect, but also a shame for them, the disciples of the Great Compassion Sect.
This shame can only be completely washed away by cutting Jian Wushuang into pieces with a thousand swords.
When many disciples of the Great Compassion Sect arrived, Jian Wushuang, who was sitting cross-legged on the hill, slowly opened his eyes.
"Have we finally arrived? Your speed is really slow." Jian Wushuang smiled without any nervousness, but there was a hint of teasing in his voice.
"Jian Wushuang, I really admire you. You have offended various sects and were hunted down like a rat crossing the street by the geniuses of various sects. Now you are surrounded by disciples of various sects and have become a turtle in a urn. But
You can still laugh?" Long Zishan stared at Jian Wushuang.
"Rat on the street? This adjective is not appropriate. After all, have you ever seen a cat being slaughtered by a rat crossing the street? As for a turtle in a jar, that's not necessarily the case." Jian Wushuang smiled faintly, "At least you guys alone are not qualified for this.
"
"Really?" Long Zishan's eyes were extremely cold, "Jian Wushuang, I admit that I underestimated you before, which led to the death of Junior Brother Pang Tao in your hands, but now, do you think you will have another chance?
What?"
"Junior Sister Aoqing, you and I will take action together." Long Zishan whispered.
"Join forces?" Yu Aoqing next to her was surprised.
Both of them are twelve little kings, and one is ranked third and the other is ranked eighth. Each of them is truly the proud son of heaven, and they also have considerable arrogance in their hearts.
Now the opponent is also a disciple of the younger generation, and he is still in the Chaos Realm, which makes Yu Aoqing subconsciously not want to join forces with Long Zishan.