With another finger pointing out, an Immortal Immortal was destroyed in the same way.
Of the twelve Immortals, only ten are left at this moment, and at the same time, there are still more than 800 top ancestor cultivators left.
Seeing him killing a derivative immortal so easily, Jian Wushuang was secretly shocked, knowing that even he himself would never be able to do it so easily.
Standing in his own domain, the little emperor is like an unquestionable master, taking away dozens of black-robed ancestors with every wave of his hand.
The thin purple robe, Chen Qing and others also reacted and started to fight back.
After Jian Wushuang glanced back, he continued to break through the siege.
The timid one who was killed now has only eight of the dozen or so Immortals left!
Finally, a black-robed Immortal came to his senses, took something out of his arms with difficulty, and then nailed it to the ground.
It was a palm-sized flag. As the first flag fell, all the top cultivators in black robes took out the same flag from their arms and threw it out.
There were nearly a hundred flags filled with strange energy. As soon as they fell into the air, they directly connected with each other to form a large formation and suppressed them directly.
The face of the thin purple-robed man changed drastically. He wanted to reach out and grab the flag, but was a step too late.
The flag was like the eye of the formation. Once it landed, the vast force of the ban instantly broke through the territory of the little emperor, like a big bell, and tightly bound him within it.
As if suffering a backlash, the little emperor suddenly exuded a ray of bright red divine blood, and his terrifying energy shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Chen Qing's face was horrified when he saw this. He raised the long sword filled with immortal energy and stabbed at the magic circle.
However, the invincible sword edge has lost its previous effect this time, and even the magic circle has not been shaken at all.
"Young Master!" The thin purple-robed man rushed forward. He was so furious that he immediately vomited out another mouthful of divine blood.
The black-robed Immortals who gradually enveloped several people stopped when they saw what was happening and looked at them with a playful look on their faces.
Once this formation is tailor-made for the little emperor, once it is trapped, even without the help of others, the divine body and immortal source will automatically be dissolved by nirvana, and there is no possibility of survival.
He and Chen Qing alone were unable to break through this abyss-like formation. The thin purple-robed man's eyes were red, and he was completely crazy and desperate to use his energy to destroy this formation.
The little emperor seemed to have anticipated his own fate. Instead, he sat calmly on the spot and wiped the divine blood from the corners of his mouth with his hand. He looked at the thin purple-robed man and said with a low smile, "Big companion, just leave here. The further away, the better.
If Jian Wushuang is willing to take you, just follow him."
The thin Zipao shook his head. He seemed to have realized something. He suddenly turned back to look at Jian Wushuang not far away, and then knelt down on one knee, "Please save the little emperor."
When all the Yanxian heard this, their expressions changed slightly, and after glancing at Jian Wushuang, in order to prevent Chi Ze from changing, they took action again!
The body flew into the formation, and nearly ten terrifying forces intertwined, trying to kill the little emperor with one blow.
With a sigh in his heart, Jian Wushuang finally took a step forward, and his unparalleled force surged out, clearing the ground around him in an instant.
A kind of black-robed ancestor who wanted to step forward to stop them was surprised to find that they were unable to get even an inch forward!
Chunqiu followed him, using his eight-armed glare to block some attacks.
A majestic river composed entirely of sword intent, like the Milky Way rolling backwards, swept forward with Jian Wushuang's finger!
Chen Qing's eyes widened as he saw it. He also entered Taoism with a sword. How could he not understand how terrifying this swordsmanship was like a vast ocean!
Even though he had practiced swordsmanship to a level that even Yanxian could not match, after seeing this magnificent sword intention, he knew directly and clearly that there was no way he could stop it.
Who is this mysterious young man who looks like a knight-errant?!
Everything seemed to have condensed, the eight Immortals were even in mid-air, and only the sword was galloping forward.
The forbidden magic circle composed of hundreds of flags only existed for a moment under the impact of this magnificent sword intent, and then instantly shattered.
And the terrifying power of the eight rays that should have been blasted towards the little emperor was all destroyed in the long river.
Those who were closer were cut off by the endless swordsmanship on the spot!
"Whoever takes another step forward will die." Jian Wushuang said calmly, but his eyes did not look at those Yanxian from the beginning to the end, as if they were like air.
The magic circle was broken, and the little emperor, who was sitting on the ground, looked at Jian Wushuang and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
The thin Zipao, Chen Qing and others immediately stood by his side.
Jian Wushuang looked at him calmly, then tilted his head slightly and said, "Let's go."
The eight Yanxian immediately surrounded him, and one of the oldest, the black-robed Yanxian, took a step forward and gritted his teeth and said, "Your Excellency is not one of his subordinates. Do you know that if you let him go, you will become our enemy?"
Jian Wushuang glanced at him and said softly, "If you decide to leave right now, I will let you live. If you insist on blocking it, just stay here."
As soon as these words came out, all the top cultivators in black robes were stunned, and then they all looked at Jian Wushuang strangely.
This young man dressed as a ranger, with no discernible identity or realm, although his control over Yanli is extremely terrifying, he is not unable to deal with it. Facing this black-robed top cultivator who still has nearly a thousand, not only can he not
Being timid and speaking arrogantly instead?
Is this because he really has the ability or a trump card, or is he just being reckless?
A group of Immortals were the first to react, and the leader of the group, the elder, laughed ferociously, "It's not us who want to stay, but you!"
After finishing speaking, a majestic beam of light poured out and headed straight for Jian Wu's double-sided door.
Without even looking at him, Jian Wushuang struck his side with a palm, and a blast of energy with awe-inspiring killing intent struck past him.
The ferocious smile that showed he was sure of winning was still on his face, and the next moment, Chang Yanxian flew directly backwards.
A blow that was enough to make even the ancestor of the Swirling Immortal, who had surpassed the Yanxian, be wary of hitting the elder who was only in the Yanxian realm, was enough to make him drink a pot.
Jian Wushuang, who had been completely released, no longer had the baggage in his heart, and he was walking around the circle calmly as if he was in a deserted place.
If he really can't cope with it, the worst he can do is call out the true shadow of the Three Emperors and completely clear this place.
If the little emperor pursues the matter later, he may not pursue it further.
"Don't waste time. You leave first, and I'll take care of the rest." Jian Wushuang said softly.
The thin purple robe solemnly thanked him, and then he and Chen Qing and others took the lead in clearing the way!
The little emperor glanced back at Jian Wushuang, pretending to be relaxed and said, "Thank you, I owe you once."
"Save your life first." He still had no unnecessary expression.