In the secret room, Jian Wushuang's two deities appeared at the same time.
Afterwards, his world deity continued to stay in the secret room to carefully comprehend the Kyushu Seal on the mountain and river map, while the killing deity quietly left the imperial city and went to an extremely remote mountain forest.
Above the void in the mountain forest, Jian Wushuang stood there, and in front of him was a sword-like magic weapon that emitted a lavender light.
Standard magic weapon, three-foot sword, with a total of seventy-two handles!
When Jian Wushuang used the Nine Heavens Sword Formation before, he had always used the Blood Sky Luo, but now he had used the stronger Three Feet Sword.
After taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed, and his vast spiritual power burst out.
"Nine Heaven Sword Formation, combination!"
Hua Hua Hua~~~The three-foot swords immediately began to gather together at an alarming speed, and in just a moment they formed a lavender lightsaber.
This lavender lightsaber is not large in size and only over ten feet long, but it is extremely sharp.
"kill!"
Jian Wushuang's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the lavender lightsaber was immediately exposed.
In the void, lavender light flashed and disappeared.
boom!
In the center of a mountain thousands of feet away from Jian Wushuang, a huge hole was directly penetrated. The hole was in the shape of a spiral, and it was obviously broken open by the tyrannical strangulation force.
"The power is not enough, and when used, it consumes too much spiritual energy. It is not perfect enough."
Jian Wushuang immediately activated the sword formation for the second time.
In that mountain forest, Jian Wushuang's killing master began to devote himself wholeheartedly to the practice of the second heavy sword formation.
Although Jian Wushuang has understood the second heavy sword formation, he has never actually used it before. Naturally, it will take time to gradually practice and get used to it.
The two deities, without interfering with each other, are doing their best to do their own things, trying their best to improve their strength and prepare for the son-in-law recruitment meeting.
Time flies by ruthlessly.
Three years, fleeting.
There are only two days left before the son-in-law recruitment meeting.
Deep inside the palace, within the forbidden garden.
A white robe as cold as frost raised his head and looked up at the sky above, "Is the time almost up?"
"After putting it off for so many years, what is supposed to come will eventually come."
Leng Rushuang murmured and slowly stretched out her jade hand. A gust of cold wind blew, biting to the bone.
"It's such a strong wind..."
In the Eastern Tang Dynasty, there were many clans with profound foundations. The strongest among them was undoubtedly the Xia clan, which was known as the number one hegemonic clan.
But after the Xia clan, there are a few top clans in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and their strength cannot be underestimated.
The Beiming clan is one of the most powerful clans. Among the many clans in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, their strength is second only to the Xia clan.
In the Beiming clan, in a magnificent palace, a middle-aged man in gray robe with fine short hair and a handsome face sat quietly on a seat with his eyes closed, tapping the armchair with his fingers.
In front of the gray-robed middle-aged man, there were several black-robed men standing respectfully. Each of these black-robed men looked ordinary, with no aura escaping, but that was why they were terrifying.
These men in black robes are all genuine Taoist level powerhouses.
"Master, everything is ready." One of the thin old men in black robes said.
If Jian Wushuang were here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that this thin old man is Di Jing.
And in this eternal world, there is only one person who is qualified to call Di Jing his master, and that is Emperor Xiao!
That middle-aged man in gray robe is Emperor Xiao!
"Where are you?" Emperor Xiao looked indifferently and glanced at the man in purple clothes next to him.
This man in purple is Bei Minghao, the contemporary member of the Beiming clan. He has always had an unruly temperament, but in front of Emperor Xiao, his unruliness had to be tempered.
"Lord Xiao Di, our Beiming clan is fully prepared and we are just waiting for your order." Beiminghao said respectfully.
"Yes." Emperor Xiao nodded slightly, releasing a gem-like light in his deep eyes, "With the power I control and the powerful men I have invited, plus the Beiming clan, I can compete with that cheap maid.
And most importantly, that person has agreed to come forward."
"That one?"
Di Jing and other men in black robes, as well as Bei Minghao, all showed a hint of excitement when they heard the person Xiao Di mentioned.
If they can only try to compete with Emperor Leng with all the strength they have accumulated now, then that person's addition is enough to give them at least a 30% chance of winning.
"A 30% chance of winning, although it's not much, is enough." Emperor Xiao clasped his hands tightly, "Of course, everything depends on the final result. If that little guy Jian Wushuang is up to par, and that bitch still has some face,
Maybe we don’t need to take action.”
"Everything will depend on it in two days."
…
The Sky Domain is an inconspicuous domain among the vast Eternal World.
The Sky Domain is still dominated by the three giants, and the Ancient Sect is still just the strongest top sect.
Within the huge sect of the ancient gate, there is a majestic mountain palace. Palace Master Xuanyi, wearing a white robe, stands there with his hands behind his back, looking up to the sky.
His figure is as tall and straight as a cypress.
A figure swept over from a distance and appeared behind him.
"Palace Master Xuanyi."
The person who came was surprisingly the Lord of Destruction Palace, one of the twelve Lords of the Ancient Mendao Palace.
"According to your instructions, I have asked all the disciples of my ancient sect to gather at Tianfeng Valley. The hunting competition can begin tomorrow." The Lord of Destruction Palace said.
"Oh?" Palace Master Xuanyi raised his brows and said with a smile: "All the disciples have gone there. The peak and valley must be extremely noisy that day. You Palace Masters should hurry up and maintain order."
"Yes." The Lord of Destruction Palace nodded, but he was very confused in his heart.
This time, the ancient sect held an unprecedented hunting competition in order to intensify the competition among the disciples.
Originally this was nothing, but the key point was that all the disciples of the ancient sect participated in this competition.
Both the outer sect disciples and the inner sect disciples have all gone to Tianfeng Valley, including many strong men from the ancient sect, to maintain order.
Inside this huge ancient gate, only Palace Master Xuanyi was left.
It's just a hunting competition, does it need all the strong disciples to participate?
Although he was confused, the Lord of Destruction Palace did not ask any more questions.
On the top of the mountain, only Palace Master Xuanyi was left alone. At this moment, Palace Master Xuanyi slowly stretched out his palm to cover the sky above.
"Wind and rain are coming..."
"Little guy, I have already sent you the betrothal gift. As for what happens next, it's up to you. I hope you can hold on, but don't let me down."
Xuan Yi murmured to himself, his voice was calm, with a hint of smile, spreading slowly among the endless sky, and lingering for a long time.