A sword can travel hundreds of millions of miles, and its brilliant power pours out.
It is impossible for someone other than the Immortal to be able to cause damage to any part of the world in this Great Evolution.
Even Jian Wushuang could only borrow the power of the Three Emperors to destroy Jingchuan in the first place. This shows how difficult it is.
What kind of existence is this sword that has the power to cut through billions of miles of void?
"Do these guys who don't know how to protect the environment know how to protect the environment?" A very impatient voice echoed in the void.
Jian Wushuang stared at the source of the sound and saw a figure emitting hazy light standing in the distance. Even from such a distance, he could feel an overwhelming pressure that transcended cognition.
However, this figure that exuded hazy brilliance only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared directly.
"This is just a warning. If you dare to destroy anything and treat all living things as nothing, they will all disappear."
The majestic sound resounded through the void and disappeared after a long time.
Such a terrifying sword and such a mysterious figure only appeared briefly and disappeared in the end.
Seeing this sword mark tearing through billions of miles of void, all the Yanxian's mouths twitched, it was so overbearing.
This indiscriminate attack directly killed nearly twenty Immortals. If Jian Wushuang hadn't dragged the little emperor back at the critical moment, both of them would have died.
After recovering from the shock, looking at the dozen or so Immortals left in front of him, Jian Wushuang had a sneer on his lips.
The originally one-sided suppression situation was completely reversed by the mysterious man's sword.
Including Jian Wushuang, the little emperor still has six derivative immortals and one ancestor level left here, and the enemy that was intercepted and killed only has twelve derivative immortals left.
He and Chen Qing alone were almost able to resist the twelve Immortals, not to mention the help of Little Emperor, Skinny Zipao and others?
The Yinrou Yanxian had no intention of fighting anymore. After shouting in a trembling voice to retreat quickly, he prepared to escape regardless.
An extremely dark vine seemed to grow out of nothingness, with a strong aura of death quietly clinging to his body.
The void around him seemed to be stagnating, and even the energy in his body was stiffening.
The great terror between life and death made this Yinrou Immortal terrified, "Quick, come and save me!"
But none of the other Yanxian who fled hastily looked at him, and they were all scattered in the void and disappeared.
What was waiting for him was an extremely terrifying evil god.
Yinrou Yanxian turned around with difficulty and couldn't even speak clearly.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." The little emperor looked gloomy and held a real sword.
When he heard this, he was overjoyed in his heart. If his tongue was cut, it would take at least a thousand years to grow back, and at least he would be able to survive.
Immediately, the Yinrou Yanxian stuck out her tongue and said vaguely, "Many, thank you little emperor."
The blade of the sword passed by, and a section of his tongue was cut off.
He groaned, blood gushing from his mouth. Before he could close his mouth, he stabbed his face directly with another sword. The terrifying force came out from the blade, blowing his whole head to pieces together with the source of immortality.
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Jian Wushuang took half a step back and frowned slightly.
This little emperor is too cruel and murderous, which is evident from this.
The Yinrou Immortal, without its head and immortal source, fell silently into the ravine of nothingness.
In the entire void, only the remains and fragments of many immortals were left, floating silently.
The real sword was sheathed, and the little emperor slowly turned around, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jian Wushuang, and a ray of divine blood gushes out of his nostrils without warning.
Then, he passed out directly.
The thin little purple robe seemed to have expected it, hugged the little emperor, and ran straight into the imperial chariot that was not broken yet.
Chen Qing smiled bitterly and said, "It's my old habit again."
Without any pointless questioning, Jian Wushuang and Chunqiu rushed to the other royal chariots.
In this fierce battle, only three of the original ten chariots were barely usable. On the contrary, those thin-eared beasts like dragons and sheep suffered almost no casualties.
Chen Qing waved his hand and put on the chariot, lagging behind before leaving and continuing on.
They were intercepted and killed on the way, with only six people left. It was a tragic situation. If the mysterious man hadn't intervened, I'm afraid it would have been another narrow escape today.
At this moment, even Jian Wushuang was a little confused, how did he survive until now despite being intercepted and killed?
The chariot moved forward, and only Chunqiu was sitting with Jian Wushuang.
"Brother Jian, does Gongzi Yan have any hidden illness? Did you see it just now? This is the second time this has happened." Chunqiu said in a low voice.
Jian Wushuang thought for a moment, and then said, "We cannot rule out this possibility. Judging from the repeated interceptions and killings, it is already a miracle that we can survive."
Hearing this, Chunqiu put his hand on his forehead and said, "It's hard to believe that I, who most want to kill him, am actually standing on the same line as him at this moment."
Jian Wushuang smiled, "When the time is right, it won't be too late for us to leave."
"That's all we can do." Chunqiu nodded helplessly, and then whispered, "However, it will be easier if we know that he has a hidden disease. If we really want to break up with him one day, we can also severely damage him."
He shook his head and stopped talking.
Only the faint whistling of the wind was left in my ears.
It was another twenty days of continuous march, and there were no more accidents in the rest of the journey.
The emptiness surrounding it was gradually replaced by a heaven filled with vast power as it was about to reach the end.
The energy and the aura of life, which are so rich that they are as solid as substance, are thick and dense in the void.
Colorful rainbow shadows span the heavens, erecting over this square of heaven.
Walking through it is like falling into a dream, feeling relaxed and happy.
He waved his hand to open the curtain in front of the window. After seeing this, even Jian Wushuang sighed secretly.
The nine super heavens are like portals, setting off the vaster heaven in the center like stars over the moon.
There are thousands of waterfalls, like jade belts flowing down from the edge of the heaven, which are indescribably majestic and mysterious.
"Brother Jian, this should be the heaven of Zhen Wuyang." Chunqiu looked solemn.
Immediately afterwards, there was an uneasy commotion in the Boyang bottle, the cork of the bottle was opened slightly, and then the voice of the Three Emperors began to ring out.
"What's going on, little friend? Why do I feel like something is wrong here?"
"Why is this smell so familiar? It makes me inexplicably irritated."
Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly upon hearing this and said in a low voice, "Three seniors, we should be entering the heaven of Zhenwuyang now."
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"What? My little friend, are you going to go straight to Zhen Wuyang's lair? This emperor's true shadow has not been restored yet!"