Apart from the redness and swelling on Jian Wushuang's cheek due to his inability to dodge, it was far less shocking than the swollen face of Little Emperor.
These fairies seemed to have recognized that the little emperor was the real pervert, and took care of him with all their strength, but Jian Wushuang escaped the disaster.
After waving his hand and picking a cloud and applying it to his face, the little emperor continued, "Brother Jian, actually the place I want to take you to is a place in the heaven called Jiantian."
"I see that the sword on your waist is broken, brother Jian. I'm thinking of finding another one, or maybe just perfecting the sword technique in that sword sky."
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang also somewhat believed what he said.
After all, judging from the little emperor's previous behavior, he would not be so frivolous as to take him to peek at the fairy bathing.
"Where is the Jiantian you mentioned?" Jian Wushuang asked.
"Probably, it is a place where obsessions are placed," the little emperor said. "What are sleeping there are the obsessions of some old brothers who fought with my emperor father in the past."
Jian Wushuang nodded and stopped talking.
The two of them rested on the eaves of this pavilion for several days before setting off for Jiantian.
After leaving the Tingfeng Tower, at the edge of the heaven and earth, a small world in chaos and haze came into Jian Wushuang's eyes.
Even with his strength in the immortal realm, he is unable to detect what is in this chaotic world.
But judging from the powerful aura that comes from time to time in that world, any obsession here would probably be an extremely terrifying existence in life.
Led by the little emperor, it was only after entering the chaotic and hazy mist that we truly entered the so-called Sword Sky.
He landed on the ground with a single step, sending up waves of gray sand.
Jian Wushuang looked around and saw endless gray sand and stones everywhere he could see, with dry tree trunks and branches pointing to the sky, like figures covering their faces and crying.
This gray sandy surface extends to an invisible distance, intersecting with the sky.
"Keep your heart firmly in mind. The murderous aura and obsession here are too strong. If it is eroded, it will be difficult to pull it out." The little emperor reminded in a deep voice.
Jian Wushuang nodded. From the first moment he entered the Jiantian, he felt that the entire world was almost entirely composed of killing intent and an unspeakable obsession.
It was hard for him to imagine that there would be such a place in this peaceful and peaceful heaven.
As if aware of the intrusion of external forces, the sky of Sword Sky began to fluctuate, and a series of supreme obsessions shuttled through it.
The little emperor waved his hand and threw a golden seal, and then all his obsessions disappeared.
After traveling through the sword sky, it took only a few dozen breaths for a huge black stone palace to appear in the gray sand.
Perhaps no one has set foot here at all. The huge palace is almost half-buried in the gray sand, looking vast and deserted.
"This huge palace is where my emperor father's old brothers put their obsessions." The little emperor looked at Jian Wushuang and said, "No one can match your swordsmanship, but the guys in this palace next are not.
It's ordinary, and it will probably help your swordsmanship a bit."
When Jian Wushuang heard this, he couldn't help but think of the heaven-defying sword collection in his arms. If there really is a genius with perfect swordsmanship, he could make a rubbing of it and observe it carefully...
He waved his hand to push open the heavily sealed palace door, and the familiar smell of hot iron was introduced into Jian Wushuang's nose.
For the sword holder, this breath of iron and fire is the most intimate breath.
This is the smell of forging swords.
Jian Wushuang, who was originally calm, could not wait to see the person the little emperor mentioned.
The entire huge palace is vast and vast, and it was built without any rules.
The entire hall was like a blazing furnace, and the entire ground seemed to be like lava, emitting a red color.
Jian Wushuang roughly scanned the entire main hall. Apart from the hundreds of seats, only the faded murals on the surrounding walls were noticeable.
Due to the passage of time, most of these murals have faded and peeled off, but Jian Wushuang can still guess that these murals should depict the most brutal battle.
The heavens are torn apart, and countless immortals who have come and gone are dying, resolutely.
Jian Wushuang did not delve into the meaning of these murals. He believed that all the heavens had a tragic past, and nothing in the past could be changed.
It seemed that this was not the first time for the little emperor to come here, and he walked forward with Jian Wushuang very familiarly.
After leaving the main hall, the air began to change from stuffy to hot.
Even the energy that escapes outside the body's surface has a vague meaning of being burned, which shows how high the temperature is.
"This guy is not good at words and has a reticent personality, but when it comes to making swords, he is second best and no one dares to say first."
As he walked forward, the young emperor said, "In addition, he is the only disciple of an old friend of my emperor's father, and his swordsmanship is unfathomable."
"Speaking of my imperial father's old friend, he is the only swordsman I have ever met who has perfected the art of swordsmanship."
Jian Wushuang listened quietly. Regarding the Sword Immortal and the entire situation of Dayan Huan, he has not yet come into contact with it.
And the only one he has encountered so far is Ding Baiyi, the sword fairy who has an amazing side in the divine universe.
Just one strike of the sword can make thousands of swords eclipse.
But then Jian Wushuang suddenly thought that in the interception he encountered before rushing to the heaven, there was a mysterious man who did not appear from the beginning to the end, but he tore apart hundreds of millions of miles with his stunning sword.
In Tianyu, kill dozens of Immortals.
Could that mysterious man be a swordsman?
Without answers, some people or things may always remain a mystery.
"In order to let this guy concentrate on making swords, I gave him all the swords in the sword world without telling the emperor."
"The last time we met was at the last heavenly feast. I don't know if this guy has made any progress now."
I walked forward leisurely. I don’t know how long it took. When the ground beneath my feet disappeared, the entire huge palace reached the end.
But the next scene shocked Jian Wushuang's eyes.
I saw that behind this huge palace, there was actually a chasm!
And in this chasm, there is purple-red magma flowing from the center of the earth, roaring and roaring in it.
Countless real swords hang high in the sky, and silver-white water droplets slowly drip from the tip of each real sword.
Jian Wushuang saw it so clearly that it was even more unbelievable.
Every drop of silver-white water is actually sword intent!
Solid, concrete sword intent!
What kind of technique is this that can actually refine the sword intent in a real sword?