The result of killing them together is an ending that Yu Chang never wants to see.
Because he has some unique feelings towards Jian Wushuang, which is intimacy and some inexplicable factors.
It would probably be the biggest mistake to kill him without any explanation.
Seeing the two emperors standing in a stalemate in front of him, Jian Wushuang, who was almost dying, had a secret smile on his lips.
He never thought that the owner of the immortal body he occupied could actually make Yu Changdu intercede.
In this way, I'm afraid Zhen Wuyang won't kill anyone.
Indeed, as he thought, Zhen Wuyang also fell into silence and stopped taking action.
Because he is a part of Zhen Wu Yang, once he completely falls, Zhen Wu Yang will never be relaxed, and he will no longer even be an emperor.
Before he could even smile proudly, his expression suddenly changed suddenly, and the emperor's body shattered at an accelerated rate.
"No, no, how...how is it possible? How is it possible that you are not dead yet!"
Jian Wushuang screamed loudly, and the emperor's body was shaking.
"Um?"
Zhen Wuyang and Yu Chang were puzzled at the same time, wondering why he was so out of sorts.
But then, the continuous spilling of the emperor's blood and the accelerated demise of the emperor's luck made them aware of changes.
"Could it be that the little friend Wushuang who was deprived of his immortal body didn't die?" Yu Chang said with some surprise.
Zhen Wuyang couldn't believe it at all. Even if Jian Wushuang could defeat the third-level Dayan Immortal, there was absolutely no way he could persist for so long and still survive under the influence of the Emperor's luck.
But the changes in the imperial body still made them believe that Jian Wushuang was not destroyed!
…
In the boundless mind.
At this moment, Jian Wushuang stood in the wild sand, looking forward with a pale face.
In front of him was Emperor Zhenwu, who was almost furious.
"Give me back my immortal body, and I will let you go." Jian Wushuang said weakly.
In such a war between emperors, he was a complete witness. Even though his spiritual thoughts were perfect, he was on the verge of collapse.
Emperor Zhenwu was furious. He never thought that Jian Wushuang would still be alive.
"Only you? Looking for death! Now you voluntarily fall into deep sleep, I will spare your life, otherwise I will kill you on the spot!"
Jian Wushuang sighed quietly and said no more.
The next moment, a square of dark blue and black feathers suddenly spread out from behind him!
As the black feathers unfolded, a bird-chasing treasure that occupied almost half of the sand sea of spiritual thoughts emerged.
It wears flowing clouds and dark green wings, and has six corners on its head, and each corner is a different color, magnificent and mysterious.
Then, it slowly opened its eyes, and its extremely pure golden pupils seemed to see through everything in the universe.
It was an aura of desolation and ancient silence, coming from the ancient times and unimaginable.
With the appearance of this chasing bird and the transformation of Jian Wushuang, Emperor Zhenwu, who was originally furious, felt a deep chill in his heart.
He never expected that deep in Jian Wushuang’s spiritual consciousness, there would be the aura of the emperor!!
"Uh-huh——"
The emperor's fate was in pieces, the emperor's blood was gushing out, and the emperor's body was miserable.
In the void, Jian Wushuang was rolling crazily, and his luck was rapidly declining.
Zhen Wuyang and Yu Chang looked at each other, and then took action together. The emperor's luck turned into chains, completely entangling him.
Immediately afterwards, a group of Wanggu elders also took their positions, and they worked together to release their own destiny and reshape the Emperor Realm of Desolation!
The void is repairing, and the endless gravel and powder are gathering again. The luck of the nearly fifty ancient elders is too terrible, and they are enough to repair any large world.
And the Emperor Realm of Desolation was completely restored to its original state within a few dozen breaths.
Seeing this, Zhen Wuyang stretched out his hand and the earth immediately rose up, forming a majestic sacred mountain.
Immediately afterwards, the two emperors joined forces and tied Jian Wushuang to the sacred mountain.
As the last ray of emperor's luck faded away, there was no movement from him.
"Emperor Zhenwu is not dead?" Yu Chang looked at Zhenwu Yang and asked.
He nodded, "No, but I can feel that he fell into a deep sleep."
Yu Chang asked again, "How can we allow little friend Wushuang to leave?"
Zhen Wuyang frowned slightly and finally shook his head, "No, if Zhen Wu is not eliminated for one day, he will be sealed here for one day until Zhen Wu is stripped from him."
Yu Chang was silent, he could not make a decision, and Zhen Wuyang's decision was indeed the optimal solution.
If Zhenwu is not stripped away, it will be a disaster. Naturally, Jian Wushuang will never be able to escape from the bondage.
Zhen Wuyang wanted to say something else, but in the end everything was just a sigh.
In this battle between emperors, the final result was not satisfactory.
Emperor Zhenwu fell into a deep sleep, and his imperial body was in pieces, but could no longer be separated from Jian Wushuang's immortal body because they had been completely fused.
This is an ending that has no ending and ends hastily.
For Jian Wushuang, this was a complete disaster. He did nothing and was sealed in this desolate world for endless years.
The emperor finally left, and the Imperial Realm of Desolation fell into eternal silence.
In the endless darkness, the figure bound by the chains of the Ten Thousand Dao Emperors on the top of the sacred mountain quietly opened his eyes.
"Secret for countless years, Zhenwu, I want you to die!"
…
The auspicious clouds have returned, the fairy spirit is thick, and everything is calm again.
"Hey, have you seen that the elders all came back injured, and some were even seriously injured?"
"What is this? I saw that even Uncle Yu was injured!"
"Wha, what? Where did you see it? You can't talk nonsense."
"What I am trying to lie to you is because I saw it with my own eyes. Although I only saw it from a distance, it is absolutely correct."
"This is still unlikely. Who can hurt Uncle Yu? Our ancestors together may not be enough..."
"There is something fishy about this matter. The injuries suffered by the ancestors may all be attributed to that forbidden area."
Amidst the discussion that was rising and falling, far and near, Chang Ling, who was sitting under the fairy tree, quietly opened her eyes.
Those noisy discussants are all disciples of various elders, and are candidates for the future positions of heavenly officials next to the seven emperors under Zhenwuyang.
Their discussion at this moment has a certain degree of credibility.
The changes that occurred in Xiaojie Mountain are most likely related to that forbidden land.
Chang Ling was pondering involuntarily. She inexplicably thought of that free and easy figure who single-handedly defeated Dayan Xian's Jian Wushuang in the Emperor's dojo.
"Did he leave or go somewhere else?"
"Could it be that the changes in Xiaojie Mountain have something to do with him?"
Thoughts are like a flood, out of control.
Chang Ling stood up and looked ahead at the boundless void with misty fairy clouds.
"He must have left. How could the changes in Xiaojie Mountain have anything to do with him?"