But the gathered force only existed for a moment, and then all of it was dissipated.
Pain, the pain that comes from the destruction of spiritual consciousness.
Whether it was the divine consciousness, the source of immortality, or the immortal body, they were all destroyed in the destruction of the North Heaven Immortal State.
During the entire final destruction process, he used his immortal body to absorb more than half of the aura of destruction, protecting Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, and Yin Ling.
So much so that Jian Wushuang was almost crushed by such a general trend.
Without the blood of the ancestral phoenix left in his body by Feng Qi, given the characteristics of a super-perfect chaotic creature, although Jian Wushuang would not die, it would be enough to make him fall into a long sleep.
Feeling the blood of Zu Feng in his body gradually dimming, he knew that at least one more time, the divine blood left by Feng Qi in his body would completely disappear.
Now Jian Wushuang, except for the ability to move his eyes, other parts are in a state of uncontrollable chaos.
He endured the pain of his consciousness being shattered, split, and merged again, and looked around him and ahead.
In the windy and sandy sky, this team of hundreds of people moved forward slowly, not knowing where they were going.
He wanted to leave, but found himself tied up into a rice dumpling with unique chains, lying on a hill-like black mountain crystal, unable to move at all.
Chen Qing, Chun Qiu and others who were beside Jian Wushuang were all wrapped into rice dumplings without exception. They were all in a coma and had no idea where they were.
Jian Wushuang wanted to struggle to get up, but the severe pain from every cell made him persist for a while, and finally passed out again.
When he closed his eyes, he saw a huge black door appear in the misty yellow sand.
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"Uh-huh..."
A slight groan sounded, and then Jian Wushuang woke up from his initial coma.
Sweat poured out from his temples. Although he had recovered somewhat, he had only recovered 10% at most, and even his weak energy could only be exerted.
This was the most serious injury he had suffered since he came to Dayan Huan, and his immortal body was almost broken.
Because of this, Jian Wushuang realized Yu Bo's terrifying strength.
He suppressed two Dayan Immortals with a wave of his hand, and shattered Di Qing's immortal source with one finger. What kind of terrifying existence would he be?
Could it be that he is a supreme power at the same level as Emperor Zhenwuyang?
There was no answer. All Jian Wushuang could think of was that they escaped from death and escaped from Uncle Yu.
The cause of Gongzi Mo's death will be completely buried, at least they will not be thoroughly investigated.
Slowly exhaling a breath, Jian Wushuang was shocked to realize that his current situation was not optimistic and could even be described as terrible.
Because at this time, Jian Wushuang was trapped by ropes and hung high on a city wall.
Not only him, but the sleeping Chen Qing, Chun Qiu and others were also lined up around him, hanging on the city wall without exception.
The city wall was made of unknown materials. On the dark wall, thick bone spurs were suddenly exposed, making it look extremely hideous and hideous.
Moreover, looking at this side of the sky, the red clouds condensed by resentment and blood are almost solid.
How much killing karma has been created to have such a scene?
Jian Wushuang had a huge headache. Ever since he entered Dayan Huan, he had almost always been in a passive situation.
He just left one life from Beitian Xianzhou, and now he has ended up like this again.
Since he had not recovered from the injury, he could not even move his energy freely, so he had no choice but to hang on the city wall with the rope around him.
Afterwards, Jian Wushuang looked to his side. Although Chen Qing, Chunqiu and others had suffered varying degrees of trauma, they were far from fatal and their auras had stabilized.
When he looked to the right, he was shocked.
Di Qing, who was killed by Uncle Yu on the spot and shattered the source of immortality, was actually hanging next to Jian Wushuang in the same posture at this moment. Although his breath was faint, he was still alive.
Di Qing is not dead, which is by no means good news, and is even more of a big threat to him.
Jian Wushuang has already begun to think about how to kill it.
Not only Di Qing, but also a figure wearing broken armor was also hung up on the city wall.
Jian Wushuang saw clearly and immediately realized that the figure wearing broken armor was the young guard who had kidnapped him before, one of the Seven Musketeers.
Among these figures, only the most important one is missing, the silver bell wearing the sky-shaped bone armor.
Even at the last moment when Xianzhou was destroyed, Jian Wushuang took Yin Ling's existence into consideration and protected her so that she would never die.
Now that she is missing alone, there is only one possibility, that is, she was taken away by people in this evil city.
At this moment, Chen Qing and Chunqiu woke up, looked around dizzy, and were speechless.
"Where is this place? Have we escaped from Beitian Xianzhou..." Chen Qing said in a daze, then he saw Jian Wushuang beside him, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Brother Jian, are we not dead?!"
"Of course I'm not dead," Chunqiu said extremely weakly, "but he's not far from death."
"Just escape. We can live together this time...wait a minute, isn't our current geographical location a bit strange?"
"Who the hell hung us up on the city wall?!" Chen Qing was shocked, twisting his body hard to break free, but found that he couldn't even use any strength.
Jian Wushuang spoke at the right time, "Don't waste your energy yet, recover well. I think those who captured us will come out soon."
As his words fell, the dusty city gate slowly opened, and a faint smell of blood floated out.
Jian Wushuang couldn't help but frown slightly. It seemed that this Fang Tianyu was indeed as murderous as he had guessed.
As the city gate slowly opened, a team of eight people walked out.
In the center of the team, four people were carrying a soft bed on their shoulders.
Lying on the soft bed was a disheveled young boy with a wild figure.
"Needless to say, these bastards must have kidnapped us!" Chen Qing's face was ashen and he wished he could go down and bleed them on the spot.
Chunqiu's expression also changed, and he whispered in shock, "No, Najie is missing..."
The Najie was given to Jian Wushuang and others by the young emperor himself when he left the Six Heavens Realm. The amount of Black Mountain Crystal stored in it was almost terrifying.
The top crystals inside are enough to make the top cultivators in the world fall into a fight.
Losing it now is an immeasurable loss.
"It must have been taken away by these bastards who trapped us. If I wait until I recover, I can just crush them to death." Chen Qing gritted his teeth, but he was seriously injured. He would probably face an ancestor casually.