Jian Wushuang was really speechless. He originally thought that while they were leaving, he could call out the Three Emperors to end the battle, but he unexpectedly turned back. This made Jian Wushuang's hard-hearted state of mind loosen a little, and he became extremely helpless.
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Looking at his exhausted appearance, when he was considering whether to kick him away, two or three more powerful auras appeared.
Chen Qing and the thin little Zipao directly held the little emperor on the left and right.
Chen Qing said with embarrassment, "Brother, I'm sorry, we have to take the little emperor away."
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly said, "Leave quickly."
Chen Qing nodded, held the little emperor and prepared to leave.
"No, I can't leave." The little emperor struggled.
Jian Wushuang said helplessly, "I'll be there shortly."
"really?"
"really."
After receiving the affirmation, the little emperor nodded with satisfaction, and then passed out.
Then, Spring and Autumn arrived and said with a smile, "Brother Jian, it's time to fight side by side again."
Jian Wushuang smiled in return, turned around to see the little emperor and others who had walked away, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then freed up a hand to open the bottle of Boyang, "Emperors, Jian is asking for help."
"Good boy, you are so calm, I can hardly hold it in the bottle!" The true shadow of a majestic old man with a long beard and long beard emerged from the bottle.
Then an old man with strange double eyes followed, and finally the tall and thin old man.
With the appearance of these three worn-out imperial uniforms, the entire Jingchuan River reached the edge of collapse.
With their appearance, the entire battle situation in Tiancheng was reversed almost instantly.
The heads of the several immortals all had their brows twitching violently at the same time after seeing this scene. The figure that emerged from nowhere actually had a strange ripple on its body.
"Why do these guys have some familiar auras on them?" the tall, thin old man asked with interest.
"No matter who they are, kill them all first!" the majestic old man shouted domineeringly, and immediately flicked his sleeves, and the overwhelming pressure was squeezed away in almost a moment.
The power belonging to another level directly withstood the pressure of nearly a thousand ancestors, which made Jian Wushuang relax and free his hands.
The three emperors took action at the same time, almost setting the outcome.
That layer of momentum was easily broken, and the three emperors rushed forward with almost grinning faces. With every wave of their hands, groups of ancestors were destroyed, and not even those immortals could compete with them.
If the true soul of this emperor, Jian Wushuang, could barely balance them, then with the appearance of these three emperors at this moment, even he could only stand ready to be killed.
Ever since Wanmutian took away the Three Emperors, Jian Wushuang has had an unreal feeling. He had these three supreme powers to help him out of nowhere, almost giving him the most terrifying trump card in Dayan Huan.
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Just in the true soul state, he could easily kill the current top cultivator. Jian Wushuang could not imagine how terrifying this power would be if it were the real emperor body.
Looking at the almost devastated Three Emperors, Chunqiu, who had already embraced life and death, widened his eyes, then looked at Jian Wushuang with a bitter smile and said, "Brother Jian, when we went to Wanmutian, it's a good thing that no one came to force us.
, otherwise I’m afraid we’re already in dire straits.”
Jian Wushuang was convinced of this. If he had desperately destroyed Yang Jun, the tall and thin old man's true shadow, they would never be able to stand here intact now.
At the same time, it can also be seen that the little emperor sent the two of them to Wanmutian, obviously hoping to use the hands of the three emperors to erase them.
As a result, the image of the little emperor became much worse in Jian Wushuang's mind.
He was already planning in his mind that after eliminating these enemies in front of him, he and Chun Qiu would escape.
No matter how powerful his little emperor is, can he still extend his palm to the entire Great Era?
After making the decision, Jian Wushuang no longer hesitated. He rose up with the force of Jietian Yan, and his whole body turned into the sharpest long sword, piercing straight ahead.
This extremely brutal battle eventually turned into a one-sided massacre with the arrival of the Three Emperors.
As the miserable howl resounded, the last Immortal Immortal was directly crushed to death by the majestic old man!
At this point, there are only less than a hundred ancestors left in the massive encirclement and suppression army!
"Let, let us go..." The leader of the black-robed ancestor slowly backed away, his eyes showing despair.
Jian Wushuang looked coldly and reached out to hold it in the air. The black-robed ancestor covered his neck in pain and struggled.
"Who sent you, and why did you want to kill him?"
The two questions in a row made all the surviving black-robed ancestors look horrified. If they told the truth, it would be no different from being sentenced to death immediately.
"Say!" Jian Wushuang's sharp brows were knitted into a Sichuan shape, and he increased the strength in his hands.
Feeling the most real horror of life and death, the black-robed ancestor who was breathing hard no longer dared to hide it, "I don't know, it's Mr., Mr...."
Before he finished his sentence, a strange black light burst out from his chest, burning his origin!
When the remaining black-robed ancestors saw this, their faces were all horrified, and they all fled in all directions at this moment!
Seeing the figures scattering in all directions, the double-eyed old man snorted coldly, and the four pupils in his eyes started to rotate strangely.
The next moment, the entire sky suddenly turned dark, and along with the darkness, countless strange eye circles appeared like the sun!
All the fleeing black-robed ancestors felt themselves trapped in a quagmire, and the air around them began to stagnate.
Then they subconsciously looked towards the sky, staring into the eyes of the countless sun-like eyes.
It seemed that something was being quickly stripped away from their bodies, and at the same time, their long and almost endless lives began to flow backwards...
The pupils of each top cultivator changed from frightened to lifeless, and finally died, and then fell straight to the earth like pools of mud.
Jian Wushuang saw clearly that at the same time as these top cultivators were dying, streams of origin poured into the eye chakras in the sky.
This kind of power should be the magical power of the old man with double eyes.
"You have committed murder again. It's a sin. Old Su He, come and reflect with me." The tall, thin old man looked serious and pulled the old man with double pupils and said.
The double-eyed old man withdrew his magical powers and curled his lips in disdain, "Come on, sir, you two have killed Yanxian, I'm afraid you can't even deal with it in heaven, and you actually dare to say that you are responsible for killing?"
"Look, the murderous intention has almost covered up the real intention. It seems that it is necessary for me, the emperor, to guide you in the future." The tall and thin old man curled his lips.
"Okay, just stop saying a few words," the old man Weiyi said, then looked at Jian Wushuang and said, "What's your next plan, little friend?"