A guy who can kill Dayan Immortal and even make all the Immortals bow their eyebrows.
There is nothing more pleasant than being besieged, suffering, and irrevocably falling.
Gong Ziyu didn't even bother to wait and see anymore. This Cangyu Bell was so terrifying that not even the ninth-level Great Evolution Immortal could escape, let alone a small Evolution Immortal?
The immortal immortal body is collapsing. The immortal body is disintegrating like a star and will never return.
At this moment, surrounded by the dark blue heaven, Jian Wushuang's consciousness had become blurred.
The Immortal Body is inevitably heading for decay, and even if he is still alive, he will probably remain silent for endless years.
Jian Wushuang wanted to resist the way of heaven, but found that everything was of no use. It was a suppression that completely transcended the realm and was unimaginable.
Even if he tried his best, he still had no chance of destroying the Cangyu Bell.
"Am I going to perish like this? But I won't give in, I won't give in!" Jian Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes red.
The divine blood flowing in his body was quickly repairing the dilapidated immortal body, seeming to be resisting the will of heaven.
"Huh?" Gong Ziyu's eyes narrowed, and he saw that the figure was actually resisting the way of heaven!
"This, how is this possible?!" He was shocked. You must know that this Cangyu Bell can defeat even the ninth-level Dayan Immortal!
But soon, he relaxed again and felt a little palpitated.
Because Jian Wushuang only resisted for a moment, and then irresistibly began to decline.
And when Gong Ziyu was a little frightened, it was simply unimaginable that a mere Yanxian could compete with Cang Yu Zhong.
Just when Gong Ziyu was about to learn about Jian Wushuang in advance, two shaky figures came from the void in the distance.
The leader was none other than the little emperor. The luxurious clothes he wore were completely torn, and his exposed skin was full of wounds.
But at this moment, his eyes were full of the majesty of the emperor.
He glanced at Gong Ziyu, and then walked towards Cang Yu Zhong, who was shrinking rapidly.
When Gong Ziyu saw this, he was overjoyed. He never expected that the little emperor would fall into the trap himself, saving him the trouble of searching.
"Your Highness, do you want us?" You Yanxian asked.
But Gong Ziyu waved his hand, with an arrogant expression, "I want to see what this loser is doing when he comes back, and I'll capture him later."
All the Yanxian promised and looked at this scene with half-smiles.
His slender palms stained with divine blood were pressed against the outer wall of the Cangyu Bell. Looking at Jian Wushuang who was suffering inside the bell, the little emperor tapped his fingers and lightly tapped the outer wall, "Wushuang, Wushuang."
Jian Wushuang, who was covered in blood and about to die, struggled to open his eyes, looked at Cang Yu Zhongwai's figure, and sighed secretly.
"Listen to me," the little emperor stood outside the Cangyu clock and said in a clear voice, "Take out the gold and jade ring I gave you earlier, and then open it."
Jian Wushuang could hear his voice, but at this time it was as difficult as trying to move a finger, let alone take out the gold and jade ring in his arms.
The little emperor outside Cangyu Zhong seemed to know his difficulties and began to become at a loss.
Gong Ziyu, who was far away, heard something was wrong, and he hurriedly gave orders, "Quick, work together to catch Gong Zi Yan, don't let him talk!"
All the Yanxian hurriedly set off to catch the little emperor.
Seeing this scene, Jian Wushuang, who was about to perish, struggled to break his immortal body and stretched his palms into his arms with all his strength.
Even the ancient and unknown way of heaven could not help but be shaken.
The gold and jade ring was taken out, and a unique color appeared in the palm of Jian Wushuang's bones that had turned into bones.
"ah!"
He roared loudly and pushed away the jade ring in the center of the gold and jade ring with his fingers.
In an instant, a more ancient and unknown breath of heaven burst out from it, turning into billions of tassels.
The appearance of that kind of aura made Jian Wushuang loosen up, and the dark blue Heavenly Dao that bound him completely collapsed.
Immediately afterwards, a supreme shadow wearing a white shirt and eyes as bright as stars walked out of the gold and jade ring.
At this moment, all Wanggu Tiandao in Cangyu Bell were prostrate on the ground and started to tremble.
He seemed to be an ordinary person without any power, but his eyes carried the majesty of a superior person.
And all the Yanxian who saw this true shadow were so frightened that they almost lost their balance and hurriedly knelt down in the void, their immortal bodies shaking into a ball.
Including Jian Wushuang, everyone was shocked. What he never expected was that the gold and jade ring given to him by the little emperor actually contained the true shadow of the real Wuyang Emperor!
Moreover, this true shadow actually belongs to the true shadow of Emperor Zhenwuyang at his peak, full of scornful intentions!
The already stupid Gong Ziyu never expected that a little Yanxian would actually hold a true shadow of his emperor father in his hands.
This is simply unbelievable and unimaginable.
You know, he doesn’t even have the true shadow of the emperor’s father in his hands!
As this true shadow of Emperor Zhenwuyang appeared at his peak, the Cangyu Bell began to wail. It could not withstand the emperor's pressure at all!
The middle-aged Zhenwuyang Zhenying, with a hint of doubt in his eyes that seemed to encompass all the realms at this moment, looked at the barrier of Cangyu Bell, and then flicked it casually.
This Cangyu Bell, which contained the supreme way of heaven, was immediately shattered!
The remnants were scattered in the void and soon disappeared.
Then, Zhenwuyang Zhenying looked at the dying Jian Wushuang, with a bit of satisfaction and uncertainty flashing between his brows.
Finally, he said, "Are you Yan'er?"
Jian Wushuang, who had no strength to speak, could not even shake his head and could only look at him steadily.
And the Zhen Wuyang Zhenying laughed, "Yes, my son Yan'er does have the appearance of an emperor. Although he is so embarrassed, it doesn't matter. With my father here, no one can hurt you at all!"
"..."
Jian Wushuang was completely speechless. It was just a one-time relationship. This real shadow of Zhen Wuyang actually regarded him as Gongzi Yan. Could it be that they, father and son, didn't recognize each other?
Just when Jian Wushuang was letting go of his spiritual thoughts, Zhen Wuyang, whose face was full of anger, had already turned his attention to the Yanxian who were all kneeling in the void.
"A bunch of ants, how dare you hurt my Yan'er!"
Gong Ziyu fell to his knees in the void with a "plop" and said in shock, "Father, it's me, I'm Yu'er, your third son!"
"Huh? The third son?" Zhen Wuyang's real shadow was directly confused, "Don't I only have one son, Yan'er? Why is there a third son?"
Gong Ziyu knew that this was a fatal matter. If he couldn't explain it clearly, he might not have a chance to leave here.
So he made a prompt decision, cut his wrist directly, and threw out the divine blood in the meridians, "If the emperor doesn't believe it, just check the child's divine blood."