These regular guests who concealed their kendo aura gave Jian Wushuang an extremely strange feeling.
But he didn't think much about it. After all, in this magnificent Beitian Xianzhou, even if there was an existence like the Sword Immortal, it was possible.
After the three of them had a brief discussion, they went back to the side room to rest.
Under Chen Qing's strong request, the three of them squeezed into a wing room.
Jian Wushuang, who turned over and sat on the window sill, shook his head helplessly.
He gradually discovered that when he was with Chen Qing, he looked more and more like the person he was when he was young and wandering around in the mortal world.
Bad habits such as eating, drinking, and sleeping should be given up in time.
After taking another sip of the so-called "chewing wine" happily, Chen Qing lay down on the bed and began to sleep.
After Chunqiu had just experienced the interception with no backhand power at all, he practiced even more desperately.
At the moment, except for the extremely powerful eight-armed glaring weapon in his hand, he has no other magical powers at his disposal. Even if he is facing an ordinary immortal, he will fall into great passivity.
It is urgent to be promoted to the realm of Immortal Evolution, otherwise, he will never be able to catch up with Jian Wushuang.
For ordinary top cultivators, achieving the realm of immortality may be a fantasy, but Spring and Autumn is different. The blood of the former emperor flows in his body, and the luck of the emperor brought by it is enough to allow him to step into the realm, even if it has declined to the extreme.
The realm of immortality.
The entire Immortal Mansion Pavilion was extremely quiet, and even the Celestial City seemed to have fallen into silence.
Among the vast clouds of Xianyun, the great sun that casts auspicious light over the entire Xianzhou gradually gathered its brilliance.
The night belonging to Beitian Xianzhou is coming.
Sitting on the window sill, Jian Wushuang began to sit in enlightenment.
Although he seemed to be sitting in enlightenment, his five senses were still keenly observing his surroundings.
As the cloud curtain gradually thickened, just when Jian Wushuang was about to withdraw his mind and prepare to go deep into Wuzuo, a delicate voice made him open his eyes again.
That sound was all too familiar to him, it was the end of the sword being sheathed.
Inexplicably, Jian Wushuang thought of the mysterious Seven Swordsmen he had seen before.
As if to confirm his conjecture, several gusts of breeze suddenly rose.
Jian Wushuang subconsciously looked above his head and saw a total of seven figures flying directly into the air, but completely disappeared in the clouds in an instant.
He seemed to feel something and hurriedly woke up Chen Qing and Chunqiu. Then he stepped forward and climbed straight into the sky.
Soaring to the top of the clouds, accompanied by the sun and stars, the breath of the seven figures just now was missing.
"Brother Jian, have you discovered anything?" Chen Qing and Chun Qiu followed closely behind, standing on the top of the cloud.
Jian Wushuang did not speak, but used his spiritual consciousness to deduce the mountains and rivers of Shuodi, and soon looked at the sky behind him.
"The seven figures from before are weird, let's follow them and investigate." He said quickly, and then jumped forward first.
Sure enough, after traveling hundreds of thousands of miles, Jian Wushuang detected the aura of the Seven Swordsmen from the clouds.
With breath, everything becomes simpler.
The three of them moved quickly through the atmosphere following the clouds.
One after another, the magnificent celestial cities were left behind, and these were just a corner of the vast North Celestial State.
As the journey forward, the Yanli became more and more intense and pure, Jian Wushuang began to have doubts in his heart.
He had a hunch that the place where the Seven Musketeers were going was vaguely similar to them.
The water moves to see the moon, the clouds move to see the sun.
When they passed through the layers of clouds and the breath of the Seven Swordsmen suddenly disappeared, a magnificent and majestic Xianzhou came into their sight.
Xianzhou, which presents a rhombus-shaped base, hangs high in the sky. From each corner, there is a jade belt waterfall hanging down to the sky.
Moreover, on one side of Xianzhou, there is a huge green tree that reaches the sky. On the top branch of this giant tree, there is a golden cage hanging.
In the golden cage, a red bird with a halo on its back reflected the entire Xianzhou extremely brightly.
Although such a magnificent and majestic scene is not as good as the heaven where Zhen Wuyang is located, it is not an exaggeration to call it a small heaven.
"Could this be the residence of Master Mo?" Hidden in the clouds, Chen Qing murmured while looking at the Xianzhou.
Jian Wushuang nodded, "Except for Young Master Mo, no one must have such energy to live in such a fairy state."
Chen Qing frowned slightly, "If this is really the residence of Young Master Mo, I'm afraid he already has a plan."
From the current point of view, this magnificent and majestic Xianzhou, whether in terms of its layout or the pattern of imprisoning the golden crow as a pet, has a vague intention of benchmarking against the heaven. I am afraid that anyone with a discerning eye can guess it after seeing it.
The ambition behind the master of Xianzhou.
"It seems that I am going to clean up the atmosphere for the little emperor." Chen Qing involuntarily tightened the real sword around his waist, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"I advise you not to think about this. Even if Master Mo dies, you won't be able to intervene. Don't forget that his father is Zhen Wuyang," Jian Wushuang said quietly, adding at the end, "Unless it is absolutely necessary."
Chen Qing grinned and said, "Yes."
"Get in there first, and then make plans." Jian Wushuang said, and then moved forward towards the small heaven.
In the vast world of Immortal Charm, there are quite a few Immortals on duty in front of the gate of Immortal State.
However, right now these Yanxian guards all look sleepy.
Three ghost-like figures swept into Xianzhou in an instant, bringing only a gentle breeze.
"This costume is so tight, I'm afraid it will burst during the next fight."
On the bluestone-paved avenue, three guards in uniform uniforms walked side by side.
The leader, Jian Wushuang, changed his appearance again, from a downcast middle-aged man to a young and heroic guard.
Chen Qing and Chun Qiu also transformed into the faces of the guards who were knocked unconscious before.
Chen Qing, who was more than ten feet tall, was grumbling while carefully protecting the tight guard clothes on her body.
Being in this quiet immortal state, Jian Wushuang felt very carefully the emergencies that might happen around him.
At this moment, a sudden cold shout came from behind, "Stop."
The three of them froze on the spot. Chen Qing had already placed his palm on the hilt of the sword at his waist. He waited until something went wrong and then violently killed them.
Jian Wushuang slowly turned around and looked at the guards without fear.
"You are on duty outside, why are you going to the Fifth Young Master's Heavenly Palace now?" One of the middle-aged guards asked.
"The duty time outside has passed, and now we have to go to the Fifth Young Master's Heavenly Palace to be on duty." Jian Wushuang replied.
Then, the middle-aged patrolman asked a few more questions, and he answered them fluently before letting them leave.
"Brother Jian, you are really tall. How do you know about these issues?"
"I was blind, but luckily my secret wasn't revealed. Hurry up and leave."