Leng Rushuang smiled miserably, "I respect his decision."
The Nine Tribulation King took a step back, feeling lost. He never imagined that Jian Wushuang would resolutely destroy his ancestry in such a fierce way!
The supreme destiny belonging to the ancestors has dispersed among all things in the world, and will never be able to come back again.
There is no turning back.
"Master, Daoyan, please stop." Daoyan fell to his knees heavily, with tears in his eyes.
"God of the Universe, why are you doing this!" Elder Xuebo wept, "Can't the universe you have been protecting fail to make you nostalgic?"
"Come on! Come on! I will go with you." Elder Xuebo reached out his hand to destroy the origin without any hesitation, but was held tightly by Long Yan and Long Chi.
"No, there must be a reason for Jian Wushuang to do this, otherwise he would have no reason to do it..." Feng Qi stood up slowly and murmured.
At the same time, the Nine Tribulations King also recalled his previous conversation with Jian Wushuang.
One of the most critical words is Dayan Huan!
The Nine Tribulations King seems to have realized something. Could it be that Jian Wushuang's dispersion of his ancestral destiny has something to do with going to Dayan Huan?
The fate of the ancestors has returned to the heavens and the myriad ways, and every half-ancestor feels that his own shackles are beginning to loosen.
Daoyan Supreme, directly into the half-ancestor.
Everyone looked at the figure whose breath was gradually weakening with red eyes.
In the hazy luck, Jian Wushuang opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at all the old brothers walking out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, smiled slightly, and finally lowered his eyelids.
Thousands of rays of brilliant light appeared at first, but finally dispersed in the same way.
The ultimate ancestor of the universe no longer exists.
Jian Wushuang himself felt extremely relaxed and ethereal, and his soul felt like it was straight up to the sky, and he didn't know where he was.
At the same time, the divine power in the meridians and Dantian in the body began to dissipate, replaced by an unknown energy.
That kind of energy is like clouds and fog, yet majestic, majestic and vast.
That's - Yanli!
It also belongs to the power of Dayan Huan and is the symbol of entering the realm of Yanxian.
When this kind of energy is born in the meridians, it burns directly in the meridians. Even the soul cannot bear the pain.
Jian Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes, and phantoms gradually began to be peeled off from behind him.
The past, condensed from obsessions, mundane practice, and all my own insights, has become concrete.
Divine blood gushes out from every pore of Jian Wushuang's body, soaking his white shirt into bloody clothes, but he still remains silent, peeling off his past self from his divine body bit by bit.
It is the most radiant brilliance, different from the red light of the sun, shining brightly in the dojo.
A clay embryo that was exactly the same as Jian Wushuang began to take shape.
A large area of the dojo collapsed, and the clouds closed in.
When the great sun in the outer sky cast its dazzling beams again, everything fell silent.
The divine blood dissipated in the air, and Jian Wushuang, dressed in white, sat on the spot, without any blood in his body.
He reluctantly opened his eyes again, and then passed out.
And behind him, a true shadow with a radiant glow surging around its body slowly opened its eyes.
The consciousness that was just beginning to emerge from the chaos slowly emerged, and the true shadow of the clay body began to look at everything in front of it with ignorance and curiosity.
On top of the clouds, everyone rushed forward, Leng Rushuang hugged the unconscious Jian Wushuang like crazy.
The Nine Tribulations King and others were shocked, looking at the true shadow that was exactly the same as Jian Wushuang.
"I'm hungry..." The real shadow of the clay body opened its mouth and looked at everyone.
The next moment, he was lying directly on the top of the clouds, feasting on the clouds formed by pure divine power.
"This, this is also Jian Wushuang?" Feng Qi was stunned, looking in disbelief at the guy who lay on the clouds without caring about his image, chewing on the clouds like a marshmallow.
"It's delicious, it's delicious..." Mud Fei Zhenying muttered while eating, just like a child's mind.
Everyone looked at each other, and then hurriedly welcomed Jian Wushuang into Yunxiao Palace.
As for the true shadow of the clay body, it was carried directly on the shoulders of the Nine Tribulations King and sent together into the Yunxiao Palace.
In the Yunxiao Palace, everyone looked at each other in confusion as they looked at the real figure who was almost the same as Jian Wushuang. No one spoke first, they all stared at him intently.
Jian Wushuang has been welcomed into the inner hall and taken care of by Leng Rushuang, Feng Qi and others.
Only this "Jian Wushuang" was left sitting there, grinning stupidly...
In the end, the Nine Tribulations King asked tentatively, "Are you Jian Wushuang?"
The true shadow of the mud body chuckled, "I'm hungry..."
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"May I have your name?"
"I'm hungry."
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After asking a series of questions and getting only the word "I'm hungry", everyone realized that this guy's intelligence was probably not much better than that of a newborn baby.
No one can do anything about this guy who was separated from Jian Wushuang's body. Only when Jian Wushuang wakes up will everything be answered.
In the inner hall, Xingzhi was carefully stacking pieces of extreme northern ice on Jian Wushuang's body.
Feng Qi was sitting on the side of the bed, closing his eyes and feeling his vitality.
When she was in Cangwu Taizhong before, she had injected most of her Feng clan ancestry into Jian Wushuang's body. In a way, besides himself, Feng Qi knew Jian Wushuang's physical condition best.
But the current situation of Jian Wushuang left Feng Qi at a loss what to do.
Today's Jian Wushuang is like a completely closed cocoon, naturally repelling divine power.
No one can check his condition, they can only feel that his breath is stabilizing.
"Sister Fengqi, how is Wushuang's condition?" Leng Rushuang asked anxiously.
Feng Qi frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "The breath is stable. It seems that there is no serious problem at the moment. However, I'm afraid he will never be able to return to his path."
"As long as he survives, no matter what happens to him, I will always be with him." Leng Rushuang said firmly.
Feng Qi said no more and slowly walked away. His back seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.
In the huge inner hall, only Jian Wushuang, whose body had been completely wiped out, was left.
When the last trace of divine power was expelled from his body, the vast power finally became full and surging!
A mysterious state crowned his body.
In the infinite darkness, Jian Wushuang's consciousness seemed to be swimming in the eternal darkness.
The extremely strong feeling of weightlessness made him extremely uncomfortable.
As if he was falling endlessly, an ethereal voice sounded in his ears.
"Wushuang, you shouldn't disobey me."
"You will regret it..."
In the complete darkness, Jian Wushuang opened his eyes and subconsciously looked at the darkness below him.
What exudes endless darkness is actually a pair of black pupils like black holes!