Chapter 4729: The First Battle in the Heaven Realm
Jian Wushuang had no choice but to pat the vast furry back underneath him, "Can I say no? Most of it went into this guy's stomach."
"No, you don't eat less than this guy. You should use your strength when you get the peach." The little emperor looked serious.
"Eating people is short-tongued." Jian Wushuang said leisurely, finally agreeing.
Then the two of them and the beast continued to walk leisurely through the heaven.
At this moment, in the heavenly court, all the elders who were watching the heavenly scene had strange looks on their faces. Even Zhen Wuyang, who was sitting on the throne, had his mouth twitching.
What was originally an extremely tense fight for the peach suddenly turned into a food adventure for the two of them.
"My emperor's hanging trees... were touched by this boy." Zhen Wuyang felt a little bleeding in his heart. Those hanging trees are all the top raw materials for creating the heaven, and there is no way for the heaven to grow without the emperor's luck.
As for the hanging trees growing in the heaven right now, they were roasted by the little emperor and burned clean...
However, when he saw that the little emperor's face was no longer gloomy, Emperor Zhenwuyang still suppressed his complaints and began to look at the leisurely duo who looked like they were on vacation with interest.
"Is the little emperor breaking a jar?" In the heavenly court, some elders couldn't help but started talking in a low voice.
"I'm not sure. From what I see, the little emperor seems to have no intention of fighting for the fairy peach."
"In my opinion, it is indeed a wise move for the little emperor to do this. It shows his brotherly behavior and humility to his subordinates."
"If you talk too much, I will punish you to go to the heaven to look after the Tianzhui tree for me!"
Heaven is silent.
Sitting on the back of the strange ape, Jian Wushuang looked at the iron chain plate on the neck of the strange ape, with a strange look on his face, "What on earth is your iron chain plate? It can even imprison Yanxian?"
The little emperor nodded, "Yes, unless we can take that step completely, all the Immortals will definitely not be able to escape my control."
When Jian Wushuang heard this, he felt awkward for a while, thinking that if it hadn't been for the imprisonment chain, how could he have been a prisoner for a few days by accident.
Seemingly seeing where his heart was, the little emperor added, "This is a treasure in the hands of my emperor father, called the Sky-Swallowing Lock. When I took over the Six Heavens Realm, my father gave it to me, and it was given to me at the time.
It’s not me who’s trapping you, it’s those blind little brats.”
Jian Wushuang didn't take what happened back then seriously. After all, he had only been a prisoner for less than a day, and he had directly eliminated a derivative immortal without suffering a big loss.
What made him a little curious was where exactly he was caught.
Before Jian Wushuang could open his mouth to ask, an unspeakable life and death crisis burst out from his consciousness.
Without thinking, he directly released his energy and slapped the huge head of the strange ape under him.
The strange ape understood it, and his huge body suddenly stopped, and then fell to the ground.
A total of more than ten majestic and powerful forces swept in from all directions, almost grazing the heads of Jian Wushuang and the little emperor.
A large area of the vast forest was cut off, and terrifying power erupted.
Standing in the air, Jian Wushuang and Little Emperor looked cold.
If the blow just now had hit him head-on, he would have been seriously injured and eliminated on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, the figures of eleven powerful Immortal Immortals appeared, all looking at the two of them with strange expressions on their faces.
"How dare a bunch of bastards dare to hurt me in this heaven?" The little emperor's face was gloomy and his eyes were as heavy as water. If Jian Wushuang hadn't just been there, he would have suffered heavy losses even if he hadn't been eliminated.
The first Yanxian is the same Fujie who made such nonsense outside the Tianmen. At this moment, he is holding a floating dust and looks like an immortal.
He didn't care about the little emperor's insults. Instead, he said with a smile, "The little emperor has offended many people, but he has to do it as a last resort. I hope the little emperor can withdraw voluntarily, so as not to go into a big war next time."
The little emperor's eyes were sharp, "Did Young Master Jiu send you here?"
Fujie did not speak, but swung the fly whisk and said softly, "Little Emperor, please withdraw now to avoid the subsequent big fight."
"Those bastards, you're seeking death!" he shouted angrily. Instead of flinching when facing these eleven Immortals, he directly attacked them!
A slender soft sword stirred up the wind and clouds, carrying supreme power and pressing towards Fu Jie.
A flash of disbelief flashed in Fujie's eyes, and then he smiled coldly, holding a dust fly in his hand and saying, "Everyone, take action."
The fly whisk spreads millions of feet in the wind, and it looks like it is coming down, and it is carried away.
At the same time, the other ten Yanxian also set off, and all their majestic Yanxian power bombarded the little emperor.
Strive to knock him out of the battle with one blow!
But at the next moment, a sharp sword intent was caught in the wind, and it suddenly slashed forward like tearing a scarf and silk.
The fly whisk that was about to cover the sky was cut into two pieces by this quietly rising sword intent!
And the little emperor also broke out from there and thrust out a sword!
The fear of life and death surged into his heart, and Fujie tilted his head almost subconsciously, barely escaping the unparalleled sword intent.
A drop of red immortal blood rolled down from the slender cut on the neck, soaking into the white robe on the shoulders.
Fujie recovered from the shock and looked at the little emperor with eyes filled with hatred.
"Don't hold back, attack with all your strength!" He shouted, and immediately used the fly whisk that was cut off by an inch in his hand to rush away.
The little emperor stood there without any fear. A dark realm centered on him, spreading quietly to all sides like a vine.
But Fujie, whose mind was blinded by hatred, didn't notice the subtle changes in the air around him, opened his five fingers, and was about to hit him.
But the surrounding air seemed to become a little muddy, and he felt that the energy in his body was releasing a little slowly.
There are other immortals who have the same feeling.
Time seemed to extend for a long, long time. Fujie felt that he had been gliding in the air for a long time, but he had not yet landed.
The gloomy face of the little emperor gradually enlarged, and at the same time, a figure holding a broken sword slowly appeared, with the same cold eyes.
"No, why are there two little emperors?!"
What responded to him was an almost terrifying sword intent.
A colorful sword, each sword reflected colorful lights in the air, and the bright rainbow shadows connected with each other, carrying infinite killing intent, all slashed towards Fujie.
The Yanxian body exploded in an instant.
With just one sword strike, the body of the immortal is cut off!
Fujie's immortal body shattered and turned into powder. At the same time, an immortal source the size of a pill broke away from it, and he fled in a panic.
The little emperor grasped it from afar, and waves rippled in the surrounding space, like an invisible hand, directly taking the fairy source back into his hand.