The emperor's body, which he thought was just an empty shell, opened his eyes at this moment, and he was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his head. His body went limp and he almost collapsed to the ground.
All the Yanxian were shocked and took a step back, trembling.
That kind of existence is no longer something they can imagine, and naturally they no longer have any desire to fight.
As the figure in imperial clothes opened his golden eyes, the four figures around him also opened their eyes.
The momentum is surging!
The air seemed to be stagnant, and the figures like four divine peaks were smiling and staring straight ahead.
"Sir, please step back and leave..."
The wretched Yanxian's legs were trembling, and his mind was already dizzy.
In fact, these four figures are Chen Qing, Di Qing, Chun Qiu, and Cui Jing. Even the true form of the emperor sitting on the throne wearing Mo Yu Liuyun Emperor's uniform is Jian Wushuang.
Fake...
The reason for doing this is actually a helpless move.
Originally, Jian Wushuang planned to directly suppress some Yanxian who accidentally broke in, but unexpectedly he saw the previous scene as soon as he walked out of the palace.
The battle between nearly a hundred immortals was so powerful that even if more than half of them were lost, they were still a huge force.
Except for Jian Wushuang, whose strength was restored to its peak after receiving the enlightenment and inheritance from the Six Crow Emperor, the strength of the other few people still has not fully recovered.
Di Qing, whose strength had returned to 60%, had unknown thoughts, and Jian Wushuang did not count him among them.
If we were to fight against this team of nearly fifty Immortals, with just Jian Wushuang and a few people, even if we were to win, it would be a miserable victory and not worth taking action.
That's why he came up with this strategy to drive away these Immortals.
But what he didn't expect was that even though the group of immortals were almost scared to death, they had no intention of escaping.
Jian Wushuang frowned and glanced secretly at Chen Qing, who was standing beside him.
Chen Qing understood the idea immediately, took a step forward, and shouted loudly, "Anyone who breaks into the heaven without permission will die!"
The sound of thunder, like a bell and a bell, completely defeated Yanxian's psychological defense.
"Sir, please step back and leave. If you don't leave, we will all end up here!"
The wretched Yanxian said in a trembling voice, obviously planning to run away regardless.
Lao Chengyanxian gritted his teeth and said nothing. He was unwilling to give up. After all the hardships, he found the former heaven by chance. Now he was asked to give up. How could he be willing to do so?
Chen Qing, who stood like a divine peak, saw that they had no intention of leaving yet, so he took a step forward, preparing to give a warning.
But because his steps were too big, he directly pulled the wine gourd hidden at his waist, scattering more than ten black mountain crystals on the ground.
There was a crisp sound of landing, and the wine gourd drew an arc on the jade ground, and rolled to the feet of the old Cheng Yanxian.
The air is suffocating.
Lao Cheng Yanxian lowered his head and looked at the newer gourd at his feet, then looked at the black mountain crystals scattered on the ground, and suddenly seemed to understand something.
"Are you fake?"
Chen Qing looked embarrassed and looked at Jian Wushuang.
"Fight!" The simple word resounded, and Jian Wushuang suddenly stepped up from the throne, with an invisible long sword already condensed in his hand.
"Kill them for me!"
Lao Cheng Yanxian came back to his senses and shouted angrily, "No one will be left alive!"
In an instant, forty-two immortals and forty-two powers surged up and directly suppressed Jian Wushuang and others.
Chen Qing directly slapped the real sword on his waist and bravely moved forward with Wanjun Sword Intent.
Chunqiu also directly called out the Eight-Armed Angry Eyes and rushed forward.
Cui Jing, who was the weakest and had no trump cards, was blocked by Chun Qiu.
"Infinite."
A soft murmur sounded, and Di Qing took action. A black crow appeared behind him, holding its head high and croaking.
With such a great momentum, it directly faced the combined attack of the forty-two Immortals.
"Zheng! Chila..."
The blade was so sharp that it directly tore through the infinite energy.
Di Qing's black crow, Chen Qing's sword intent, and Chun Qiu's eight-armed glare all exploded among the immortals at this moment.
One sword directly shattered the immortal source of an immortal. Jian Wushuang turned around and took a quick look at Di Qing before continuing to fight.
Even though his strength was only restored to less than 60%, the terrifying nature of the ninth-level Dayan Immortal was still revealed immediately.
The black black treasure phase shattered, directly shattering the immortal sources of the ten immortals.
It's just that after this confrontation, the original forty-three Immortals were reduced by nearly twenty.
The leader, the old Yanxian, almost had his neck cut off by Jian Wushuang's sword.
"Sir, please step back..."
This time, the wretched Yanxian didn't finish his words. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the invisible sword blade on his chest.
Killing it with one sword, Jian Wushuang did not stop at all. He grasped the hilt of the sword with both arms and slashed straight down with three thousand sword intent.
There was a bit of anger in the horrified eyes of the old Cheng Yanxian, and then his arms shook, and the space around him suddenly changed. At this moment, it seemed to reflect a diamond-shaped colorful light, which was magnificent and fierce.
At the same time, needle-like rays of light emerged from each diamond-shaped light, all rushing towards Jian Wushuang.
Because this happened so fast, Jian Wushuang couldn't dodge, and even nearly a thousand rays of refracted light passed through his body!
The indescribable cutting pain seemed to have cut into pieces his consciousness.
But these only blocked Jian Wushuang for a moment. Due to inertia, the invisible sword in his hand finally struck Lao Cheng Yanxian heavily on his shoulder.
With a "chi-la" sound, the sharp sword intent almost split him into two pieces.
He screamed, the lute bone on his shoulder was shattered, and divine blood spurted out.
Jian Wushuang also retreated at the same time, covering his heart, and a wisp of divine blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Because when he came to Dayan Huan, he had cut off his mortal past, and his ancestral luck and divine power were returned to the divine universe, so he had no so-called immortal source.
It was precisely the absence of this most important source of immortality that allowed him to escape the disaster.
He has an intuition that the skill of becoming an immortal is enough to destroy any source of immortality.
Lao Cheng Yanxian, who was also seriously injured, staggered back, and the energy surging around him dimmed.
Perhaps due to the rapid dissipation of Yan's power, the face of the mature Yanxian began to change rapidly.
The rather mature and square face disappeared and was replaced by a heroic, handsome face.
After seeing that face clearly, Jian Wushuang's eyes became serious.
That face was none other than the third emperor's son, Gong Ziyu, who participated in the battle for the peach in the heaven of Zhenwuyang.
But now, his sudden arrival was obviously beyond Jian Wushuang's imagination.
As the third emperor's son under Zhenwu Yang, how could he appear here at this time?