The black-robed Yanxian's eyes were focused, and his murderous intent was revealed, "Old fellow, you will definitely die today!"
"Just come and get it if you are brave enough. Although my power has declined, crushing you to death is just like crushing a bunch of bed bugs."
Without saying a word, the remaining twelve Immortals were all dispatched at this moment, and all the terrifying energy that was enough to control an area of the sky was poured out.
Jian Wushuang frowned. With his current strength, it is no problem to crush the three or five ordinary Immortals. But now there are twelve Immortals taking action together. Unless the Three Emperors are called out, they will have a chance.
Count one, no one can escape!
But the Three Emperors are now his last trump card to save his life. In this treacherous world of Dayan, Jian Wushuang will never show his presence until the last moment of his critical life.
He is confident that he can escape even if he is surrounded by so many Yanxian, but the little emperor and others may have no chance of escaping.
With one palm out, the stronger Yan force directly pushed back nearly a hundred ancestors in front of him. Led by Jian Wushuang, he began to escape towards the gate of Tiancheng!
At this time, Chunqiu also summoned the eight-armed wrathful eyes. Every time he waved his hand to suppress it, several ancestors who were unable to dodge disappeared!
At this moment, the little emperor's cold eyes were dripping with blood, and his face, as pale as a tuberculosis, became increasingly red.
The number of people surrounded and killed this time was so high, it was obvious that they were really here to kill him!
A fight to the death is inevitable, but his fate seems to be doomed.
Along with a dark purple terrifying force rising up, the thin black robe was surrounded by purple robes. When the palms were closed, countless purple lights connected with each other and turned into the most slender and straight long knife.
The most ordinary straight slash was swung out, but the ground instantly cracked, and earth-shaking pillars of light spurted out, carrying the aura of destruction, and exploded among the top cultivators.
There was no sound, even if every top cultivator died, no one made a sound, there was only a tragic scene of fighting.
This is a team with clear goals and strict discipline. Even Jian Wushuang can't imagine who can have so much energy to organize such a team led by nearly twenty immortals and more than a thousand ancestors.
team.
Could it be the emperor?!
There is no answer. At this moment, Jian Wushuang is like a knight-errant swordsman without emotion. Every time he swings the invisible sword in his hand, he easily harvests the lives of several ancestors.
After Chunqiu gained the Eight-Armed Angry Eyes, his strength increased dramatically and he was barely able to move around within the encirclement.
As for the little emperor, as his face became increasingly red, his strength decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye. If it were not for the personal protection of the thin purple robe, he might have died in the encirclement.
The twelve Yan Immortals all surrounded the little emperor at this moment, obviously coming for his life.
Jian Wushuang, who was not far away, subconsciously glanced back at the previous stall. The extremely mysterious stall keeper had disappeared without knowing when, leaving not even a trace.
After quickly rubbing the Tianzi Patterned Bone Armor with his hand, Jian Wushuang quickly stuffed it into the Boyang bottle.
At the same time, the voice of the tall, thin old man came to his ears from the Boyang bottle, "Little friend, what kind of trouble have you encountered? We can feel that there is a lot of murderous intent in the outside world."
Jian Wushuang heard the words and used his spiritual consciousness to turn his voice into the bottle, "It's okay for now. I'm confident that I can leave this place."
After hearing the words, the Three Emperors responded and everything became calm again.
The celestial city in Jingchuan Tianyu began to collapse on a large scale, and such a terrifying battle had already attracted the law enforcers in this tianyu.
Nearly a hundred powerful figures in embroidered robes came from all directions.
The middle-aged man who was leading the Yiyi Immortal Realm rushed forward, but was immediately stopped by dozens of ancestors.
One of the ancestors faintly showed a golden seal and said in an urn voice, "Idle people retreat."
The middle-aged man's eyes were calm at first, and then he suddenly became murderous without any warning. A beam of light suddenly blasted in front of him, directly smashing the ancestor into powder.
"Idle people retreat? What I want here today is your life!"
As Shen Chen finished speaking, hundreds of embroidered robes fell from the sky, suddenly joining the battle.
A total of five Immortals, the moment they joined the battle, relieved everyone's pressure.
"Little Emperor, Chen Qing is late, please forgive me." The middle-aged man held a long sword surrounded by fairy energy, forcefully tore through the siege and came to the little Emperor.
The little emperor smiled miserably, "Okay, I'm not too late. This Jingchuan is so big, you are the only one willing to come and save me."
A sword hit several ancestors, and Chen Qing looked a little solemn, "Maybe they also have their own difficulties."
Without speaking any more, the little emperor looked not far away, where Jian Wushuang was struggling to tear a hole in the encirclement.
He had been silent and said little, but he seemed to have made a decision in his heart and did not choose to leave.
A fierce anger suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart, and the little emperor's frown suddenly became sharp. Looking at the top cultivators who were surrounding him like sea water, he smiled gloomily, and a dark purple flame quietly surged out of his palms.
A dark field grew up with him as the center, quickly and crazily devouring every inch of the earth.
Countless pavilions were turned into dust in this strange field. At the same time, the other black-robed cultivators in this field all felt their eyes darken, their bodies seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and their actions began to feel unnatural.
When the thin purple-robed man, who was dripping with blood, saw this scene, a flash of regret flashed in his eyes.
In his own domain, the little emperor seemed to have returned to his original appearance, and his state of peak immortality seemed to be still rising.
Jian Wushuang saw clearly, and his eyes also focused. He could feel that the little emperor's realm seemed to be trying to break through the shackles, reaching another unimaginable level.
The long hair cut off to the shoulders dances in the wind, and the gold and silver threads depict the mountains and rivers in luxurious clothing.
With an understatement, the space was shattered. The nearest Immortal, before he could even react, his chest suddenly shrank into a ball, and then the essence in his body was destroyed.
Kill with one finger!
So everyone opened their eyes wide and couldn't believe it. With just one finger, an Immortal was killed. What kind of terrifying existence would this be?
Chunqiu turned away and recalled some past events.
In the past, the elder who had been serving him in the Heavenly Court had his immortal source shattered and was destroyed along with the Heavenly Court, just like in this scene now.
As he killed the Immortal with one finger, the little emperor stared at all the top cultivators in front of him with cold eyes.