There was silence in the heavenly court. Jian Wushuang looked at him and said, "I am not wrong. There is no way to talk about punishment."
Zhen Wuyang said in a deep voice, "Heaven is not allowed to be stained with blood, but you killed more than ten Yanxian. Are you treating heaven's rules as nothing?"
Jian Wushuang was calm and composed, "If I didn't use death to scare them, I wouldn't be able to stand here now. If someone doesn't attack me, I don't have to worry about it. But if someone attacks me, eradicating the threat is the best choice."
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"I don't think any kind of threat would be a threat in another place, whether it's in heaven or anywhere else."
"What I can do is use any means to eliminate these threats."
The heaven was so silent that one could hear a pin drop. Only Jian Wushuang's voice was recalling, and all the elders looked over intently.
They did not expect that the words and behavior of this guy who suppressed various Immortals in the heaven and wiped out threats by himself would be so similar.
Zhen Wuyang sat on the throne without saying a word, staring at Jian Wushuang expressionlessly.
At the same time, a burst of supreme power quietly came over the heaven.
Jian Wushuang felt an indescribable pressure sinking on every inch of his skin, like a hundred thousand divine peaks coming over him.
He bit the tip of his tongue without leaving a trace, without even using any force, and resisted with physical force.
Uncle Yu, who was standing behind Zhen Wuyang, also raised his cloudy eyes to look at Jian Wushuang, and then looked at his nose again.
The little emperor also noticed it. His face turned cold, and he immediately drew out the soft sword from his waist and cut it off with a slash to block the pressure.
"Father, we are tired. Let's finish explaining things quickly so that we can go to sleep...and face the wall." The little emperor took back his soft sword and looked at Zhen Wuyang with a somewhat unhappy expression.
Seeing the little emperor who showed no fear or scruples, Zhen Wuyang was surprisingly not angry. He wanted to say something, but finally sighed and said angrily, "Get out of here."
The little emperor raised his eyebrows, then took Jian Wushuang and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute," Zhen Wuyang's majestic voice sounded again, "Let Yu Chang supervise you and think about your mistakes, so that you don't regret enough."
The old man standing behind Zhen Wuyang nodded his head and walked towards the two of them step by step. Then he issued a restraint with his left and right hands, tying up Jian Wushuang and the little emperor directly, and then quickly left the Heavenly Palace and rushed to the Tingfeng Tower.
When the little emperor disappeared, a hint of loneliness flashed in Zhen Wuyang's eyes.
"All the immortals, it's rare for us to get together. Let's go to Yaoyue Pavilion and have a drink."
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"Uncle Yu, can you let me go? Even though I'm thinking about my faults, there's no need to imprison my freedom..."
In a beautiful place with thousands of peach blossoms and a gentle breeze, two people were tied together, sitting back to back in a pavilion.
Jian Wushuang was very depressed. He just killed a dozen or twenty Immortals and was punished to face the wall here for ten years.
Although the scenery is great, it is still a bit uncomfortable to be trapped in this pavilion and sit there for ten years.
The little emperor, who was sitting back to back, also had a look of helplessness on his face. Even though he said some kind words, he could not get Uncle Yu to be released from his imprisonment.
"Little Emperor, ten years goes by very quickly, so you should just take a nap." Uncle Yu raised his eyes and glanced at the two of them, then he began to sit down not far away.
When he saw that Uncle Yu had already sat down, the little emperor pushed Jian Wushuang without leaving a trace, and whispered, "I have a soft sword at my waist. You can gently pull it out and cut off the chain..."
When Jian Wushuang heard this, he immediately moved to touch the little emperor's waist.
"The sword is in my belt, why are you touching my waist?"
"Mistake, my hand is a little numb...don't move."
"Can I not move? That's my itchy flesh."
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After a difficult struggle, Jian Wushuang finally drew out his soft sword and cut off the chains on the little emperor.
Shaking his hand, the little emperor stood up and took the soft sword, and also broke the chains on his body.
"Let's go, I'll take you to a good place." The little emperor showed a rare look of pride, and pulled Jian Wushuang away with a wave of his hand.
Jian Wushuang couldn't refuse, so he looked back at Uncle Yu who was still sitting in Wu, and then followed him out of the pavilion.
Just as the two left, Uncle Yu slowly opened his eyes, shook his head helplessly, and continued to look at his nose.
The two of them barely said blatantly that I was leaving. How could Uncle Yu not notice it? But he didn't do anything to stop them and allowed them to leave.
As long as you don't leave this listening tower, everything will be fine.
Wandering among the thousands of miles of peach blossom forest, Jian Wushuang's tense mood relaxed a little.
From the little emperor's mouth, I learned that nearly more than half of all the noble fairies in the nine heavens surrounding the heaven live in this Tingfeng Tower, and there are countless enlightened fairies.
After walking no more than a thousand steps, a peach fairy sitting on a peach branch brought out a beautiful fairy wine.
"Brother Jian, how do you drink?" He casually took the two pots of peach blossom wine from Tao Xian's hands, and the little emperor gave Jian Wushuang a pot directly.
"It's okay." Jian Wushuang didn't refuse, he held up the fine wine flask and drank a long drink.
The wine with a light pink flavor enters the throat, and the refreshing sweetness is dispersed in the peach forest.
The little emperor smiled slightly, and also imitated Jian Wushuang, holding the wine bottle high and drinking from it.
This peach blossom brew made by Taoxian seems to be only one pot, but there is a cave in the pot, which can hold a thousand catties at least.
Jian Wushuang drank about a hundred kilograms in one go before he stopped. He felt that his whole body was refreshed and he felt indescribably refreshed.
On the other hand, the little emperor beside him was like a whale swallowing a cow, and he drank a thousand kilograms of wine.
"I said, you are drinking like this, are you panicking?" Jian Wushuang asked.
For immortals like them who are transcendent from the mortal world, they can no longer get drunk from things like wine, whether they are sincere or not.
Even if it is fairy wine, you can just put it into your throat and taste the taste, there is no such thing as getting drunk.
But when he looked at the little emperor who had a hazy look in his eyes, he realized that things were not that simple.
"No way, are you drunk?" Jian Wushuang asked again.
The little emperor, whose face was a little red, shook his head slowly when he heard this, "No, I'm not drunk. How can I be drunk with this mere peach blossom wine."
Listening to this loud voice, Jian Wushuang had no choice but to take the wine bottle from his hand.
"Hey, little Tao Fairy, bring me another pot. I want it to be aged."
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Jian Wushuang would never have thought that as a Yanxian, he could be drunk by a mere drink.
"Stop drinking. If you cause some trouble later, you will be taken back again!"
With thousands of pounds of wine in his stomach, although the little emperor was still awake, his feet were already floating.