Including Jian Wushuang is also betting that the sky-reaching sword formation they jointly formed cannot be brought down!
The reason for the bet was that it was a completely hopeless decision. If these people really wanted to fight, they would definitely not be the opponents of these three ignorant Dayan Immortals.
Thirty-six thousand swords, hovering.
At this moment, even Di Qing forgot to breathe.
The extremely sharp sword light hovered in front of everyone's eyes, without taking another step forward.
The sky and the earth were dead silent, and the sword light that was hovering suddenly retreated like wind and sand.
Jian Wushuang let out a breath, and his beating heart calmed down.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after the disaster, even Di Qing couldn't help but look at him again.
This young man who could attract his attention in Beitian Xianzhou and whose strength in the Immortal Realm could give him a feeling of thorns on his back was by no means as simple and ordinary as he appeared.
Di Qing was curious, how many secrets did he have, and what purpose did he have in wandering around this big city?
Jian Wushuang made the right bet. These immortal bone guards were originally supported by their last obsession. After the threat disappeared, their offensive also disappeared.
There was no time to be happy, and what happened next made Jian Wushuang and others fall into deep thought.
Although they escaped this offensive, their goal was not to stop here, but to head to the Heavenly Palace.
With these three immortal bone guards on duty, it is almost impossible to enter the Heavenly Palace smoothly.
But he couldn't release his Yan power to fight, and even Jian Wushuang felt troubled for a while.
Since they are supported by obsessions, can dispelling the obsessions make them dissipate?
Jian Wushuang thought to himself, then his thoughts moved and he faced the three immortal bone guards and said, "Do you know your current situation?"
"Those who trespass into heaven will die!" they repeated this sentence.
He continued, "You, together with this heaven, including your emperor, have actually perished. Now you are just an obsession, which has no meaning anymore."
The three immortal bone guards did not speak again. Jian Wushuang's words seemed to bring back their long-sleeping memories, and the light in their eyes began to fluctuate.
Seeing that his words had an effect, Jian Wushuang took another dose of strong medicine, "What, you don't believe it? But the fact is, your heaven has been destroyed long ago. Of all the people who participated in that war, no Yanxian could survive.
Turned into dry bones.”
After he finished speaking, he moved his arms back, and the floating soil on the ground was lifted away, exposing countless layers of immortal bones.
"In fact, you have all perished in that battle, so just have a good sleep in the next time."
Looking at the layers of immortal bones, the tragic scenes of the past wars emerged again.
They were in pain, and the obsession and energy in their bodies began to dissipate, and then fell off into the abyss again.
In just a few dozen breaths, everything fell silent again, and all the violent energy disappeared.
"Quickly go!" Jian Wushuang waved his hand to the stunned crowd, and then rushed towards the heaven first.
Chen Qing and others also reacted and hurriedly followed.
Jian Wushuang, who was about to enter the heaven, suddenly stopped again. As if he remembered something, he turned around and activated his Yanli again to bury the countless exposed immortal bones.
After doing all this, he quickly rushed to heaven.
Stepping into the broken square, the five figures looked extremely small.
Compared with the huge heavenly palace of Emperor Zhenwuyang, this vast heavenly palace is not as magnificent as it is, but it is not far behind. It looks more cold and majestic, exuding a kind of breathtaking power.
This broken square is also covered with bloodstains. The bloodstains belong to the Yanxian. They can be immortalized through countless reincarnations and still exude strong Yanpian power to this day.
Everything shows the tragic battle that took place here.
But what makes Jian Wushuang a little confused is that the entire heaven does not seem to have suffered much damage. Could it be that the battle between the emperors could not destroy this heaven?
It seems that this heaven is not destroyed, but more like it is sealed.
Jian Wushuang's thoughts stopped when Chen Qing struggled to open the imperial court door that was over ten thousand feet high.
There was no obvious smell coming out, not even any luck or breath was revealed at all.
Then, everyone strolled into the heaven.
A unique dark blue color caught Jian Wushuang's eyes.
The entire interior of this vast heaven is majestic and solemn, and everything that can be seen is decorated with dark blue tones.
On the dome of the heaven above your head, there are patterns of thousands of flying birds, showing an indescribable majesty.
In this heavenly court, the eighteen mountain and sea pillars arranged on the left and right are also painted with dark blue totems of flying birds.
These birds all have the same characteristics. They have hexagonal heads, golden eyes, dark and magnificent bodies, and are extremely luxurious.
Chen Qing and others were looking at this stern heaven. Only Di Qing's eyes, which had been silent all this time, shone brightly!
Jian Wushuang's eyes were locked on the deepest part after entering the heaven.
There, there lies a majestic throne!
On the throne of the emperor, a figure sat.
A figure wearing Mo Yu Liuyun Emperor's uniform.
On both sides of this figure that cannot be seen directly, there are thousands of black lotus flowers growing, which have not withered after countless years.
Everything appears mysterious and solemn.
What makes Jian Wushuang strange is that no matter how he looks, he can't see through the face of the figure wearing imperial clothes.
Chen Qing and others also noticed the figure sitting on the throne in the depths of the court.
"It seems that he is already dead." Feeling the deathly silence in the palace, Chen Qing opened his eyes and said.
Jian Wushuang did not speak. He also felt that the impressive figure sitting on the throne had indeed lost any breath and was dead.
His imperial body has passed away.
The emperor's luck has also completely dissipated.
Even if such an emperor dies, the general trend surging around him makes Yan Xian tremble.
The passing of an emperor is followed by the fall of countless heavenly realms, the death of immortals, and even the death of great immortals.
This war, which took place in an unknown era, was eventually buried with the death of one of the emperors.
Jian Wushuang has no doubt that the current emperor has wiped out countless immortals, suppressed countless invading enemies, opened up endless territories, and established heaven.
But now, everything is meaningless. The heaven he created eventually became a burial ground, and countless immortals were turned into withered bones.
But in the final destruction, it was still good to die so honorably.