Taoist Liuyang's face was ashen, and his eyes were extremely sharp.
Jian Wushuang's movement just now was erratic, and the space in the arena was under his control.
"How is this possible? How could he, the Daojun, have mastered the origin of space?"
Many emperors were speechless.
The origin of space!
Many Taoist masters don't even know what it is, let alone master it.
"The people on Tomb God Mountain are indeed extraordinary!"
Those who want to see Jian Wushuang's true strength now fully understand what a huge difference is.
"Brother Jiujian, I'm afraid all of your Thirteen Tai Ajian from Shangqing Palace will be defeated by this little friend this time."
Although he should laugh at Shangqing Palace at this time, Taoist Liuyang could not laugh.
With a movement in my heart, a blood-colored token floating in the origin rotated, recorded the scene just now, and transmitted it to a certain hall deep in the north.
"The inheritor is suspected to have been discovered!"
Hidden in an ancient hall deep in the north.
An arm that was almost exhausted suddenly moved.
Under that ray of sunlight, the owner of the arm revealed his skinny, sallow face. His face was even more terrifying than that of the waker.
Although the body of the waker was lifeless, at least he still looked like a human being.
This old man with a withered body didn't even look like a human being. His body was like dry wood and his face was ashen. Even the outline of his face was almost buried in the dust.
"Xiao Liuzi sent a message!"
The skinny old man moved his arms slightly and reluctantly turned the lamp.
There is a message and a picture above.
After seeing everything that happened above, the old man's eyes were filled with light.
"Heirloom!"
puff!
A powerful aura began to rise, and the old man, who was as skinny as dry wood, straightened up instantly and became energetic.
"Have we waited for countless epochs, has the true temple finally opened?" The skinny old man's gaze was like a torch, penetrating everything.
Gululu!
The body of the skinny old man began to change, and the power of flesh and blood rose up from the abyss below.
The divine body is also gradually breaking through, ten thousand times, twenty thousand times, thirty thousand times, fifty thousand times.
Until the final sixty-eight thousand times.
After the divine body was completely restored, the old man's physical body began to fall off, leaving only the phantom of the divine body.
In the abyss, a living body slowly rose up.
"This body can keep you alive for three days. Even if Bai Yi comes, you can still escape. Remember to stick to the bottom line and the true spirit will revive. Once he takes action, I will not be able to save you."
The voice in the abyss was very low, warning the skinny old man carefully.
The current skinny old man has regained his vitality, and the phantom of his divine body has entered the physical body, rising directly into the air, clenching his fist slightly, and filling his whole body with powerful power.
"I haven't felt this way for a long time. Three days is enough to accomplish something."
"Be careful!"
"My Naka family will remember this kindness!"
At the same time, hundreds of figures appeared in the four secret realms of the North, and even the secret realm of heaven. These people were all the same as the skinny old man.
"Hmph! It's a bargain for King Bai. The inheritor actually appears in the North!"
"Yeah!"
Countless people received that message, but unfortunately, there was only King Bai in the north.
King Bai, who had regained his peak strength, soared into the sky. From the depths of the north to Liuzhou, it only took three hours for him.
It might be much faster if he takes the teleportation array, but there is the origin of the universe in the teleportation array, and the person who is in charge there is the true spirit. He might be discovered as soon as he enters.
He knew the true spirit's strength well.
That time in the Manzo Forest made old guys like them even more vigilant.
"I, the Naka clan, will definitely become great again. The true temple cannot restrain us."
White King!
A powerful god who ruled the world in ancient times. His strength far exceeded that of the average sixth level, and he had already entered the ultimate level.
But in the True Temple, there was no way to break through if he couldn't get out, and the origin in the True Temple was eroding him all the time. He had to abandon his body and origin and embark on the lineage of the divine body.
Now the divine body is more than 60,000 times stronger. Although it can only last for three days, it is enough.
After King Bai left the sky, the abyss of His Majesty the Ancient One began to collapse.
Under the abyss, a huge eye emerged, and then began to dim.
"We can't count too much on these idiots. Other plans are about to be launched. I really miss my time in the Titan Clan!"
The huge eyes finally disappeared.
In the Shangqing Palace, Jian Wushuang walked calmly towards the Guanchao Pavilion. He didn't know yet that there was an extremely powerful man who would come here in three hours to come for him.
With the strength of Sheep Sanmu, I am afraid that I will fall in one encounter.
Even if the Shangqing Patriarch takes action, he can't stop it for a few rounds.
Before the terror came, Jian Wushuang also had an early warning in his heart. He always felt that something was missing, but he had no way of guessing.
After returning to the Guanchao Pavilion, he exchanged low-key greetings with the powerful emperors and sat down again.
"Senior Yang, after you have captured the golden sword, go back! There seems to be nothing special here." Jian Wushuang said quietly.
The uncomfortable feeling in his heart did affect his decision-making.
The original plan was to go to other places in the Shangqing Palace to take a closer look after the sword capture was over, but now there is no need and it would be better to go back early.
Sheep Sanmu naturally didn't have any questions. He immediately answered via voice transmission that there were no questions.
Jian Wushuang nodded without saying anything. When he looked towards the arena, he glanced at the Taoist Liuyang, a giant of demonic power. He had a smile on his face and was chatting and laughing with an emperor. There was nothing wrong with him at all.
But he always felt that this demonic giant was always watching him.
After a quick glance, he looked back at the arena.
Taoist Liuyang was joking with the emperor on the side, but deep down he was surprised.
He didn't know the reason for Jian Wushuang's glance just now.
Looking directly at the emperor is disrespectful. Even if Jian Wushuang has a high status, he should know this and generally not look directly at the powerful emperor.
If Jian Wushuang was looking at him because he had just delivered the news, that would be terrifying.
The method of delivering the message was personally awarded by the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Sect. He once told him that such a method of delivering the message would not be noticed by a sixth-level emperor, even in front of the master of the temple.
That's why he teleported so boldly.
"No matter what, this Jian Wushuang will not live long, Tomb God Mountain? Hum, it's just a joke, only these fools can take it seriously!" Taoist Liuyang sneered from the bottom of his heart.
He knows much more than these people.
He knows a lot about inheritors, true temples, and even true gods.