Chapter 4692: Living Treasure Three Monarchs (Part 2)
Su He looked at the tall and thin old man again and said, "If Yang Jun hadn't noticed the aura of the treasure, it would have been impossible for me to take out the Boyang bottle."
"Then tell me, where did he get this Boyang bottle?" the majestic old man questioned.
The three of them looked at Jian Wushuang at the same time.
Jian Wushuang thought for a moment, and then gave a general summary of fighting Yanxian in Black Mountain.
"I see. I knew that there was no way that my little friend would be on the same side as that dirty old man. It was all this idiot Dao Gong who misled me!" the tall, thin old man said anxiously.
The majestic old man also said anxiously, "You simple-minded guy, just wait to fall into the trap."
"Dao Gong," Su He suddenly said, solemnly, "We have already taken the step of eternal catastrophe. What can we lose now? If we give up this opportunity today, we will truly be annihilated."
The three noisy people suddenly fell silent, and no one spoke anymore.
After a long time, the majestic old man suddenly rolled up his sleeves and said, "Come on, tell us how to act!"
Jian Wushuang's lips twitched slightly, and then he asked Chunqiu to take out the inverted Tianxuan Mirror given by the little emperor before leaving.
"You just need to cooperate with me to save an image in this mirror, and that's it."
"Of course Dao Gong was the first to do this. He is the best at pretending to be dead."
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After another in-depth discussion, the two recommended Dao Gong first, which almost caused the three of them to fight again.
After reluctantly persuading the majestic old man, Chunqiu raised the inverted Tianxuan Mirror and started recording images.
"start."
Jian Wushuang raised his hand high, invisible, and slashed towards the majestic old man.
However, the two only went back and forth for a dozen rounds before the majestic old man let out a miserable howl and automatically dispersed the true shadow.
"Stop, stop, no, it's too fake. Let that bullshit little emperor know it's fake at a glance." Chunqiu shook his head and said, "We need to highlight the most tragic scenes and at the same time express the most sincere emotions.
The kind that resonates.”
The majestic old man's true shadow appeared, he nodded thoughtfully, and then started a new round of performances.
Then, under the dome of the Ten Thousand Eyes of Heaven, such a strange scene appeared.
A figure is holding a mirror and looking for angles to record scenes. There are two protagonists who are demonstrating tragic and shocking scenes over and over again. There are also two old men standing outside the scene, giving serious instructions from time to time...
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"Little Emperor, there is news in the Tianxuan Mirror."
In the huge hall where the lights flickered on and off, the figure in luxurious clothes slowly opened his eyes, waved his hand, and an image appeared in the Tianxuan Mirror hanging in the air.
In the world of whimpering wild sand, a figure in black robes raised an invisible sword in his hand. He moved forward indomitably, and the vast sword intent directly crushed the surrounding wild sand, and bombarded a tall, thin old man with unabated force.
On the body.
Even the sky was shattered, and the true shadow was finally destroyed by the infinite sword intent.
Seeing this, the little emperor had already sat up from the bed, with an unexplainable look in his charming eyes.
"How is it possible? Who is this guy? Even he can be killed easily?!"
"Daban, have you found the news I asked you to find?"
A thin purple robe quietly appeared in the void, "Your Highness, we have found this child. The origin of this child is a mystery. Two servants accidentally found it in the mountains. When they found it, their breath was extremely weak, and there were no wounds on their bodies. Except for
Other than that, there is no further news.”
When the little emperor heard this, he frowned slightly. This was obviously not the answer he wanted.
Then he moved his gaze to the Tianxuan Mirror and remained silent.
"Are your origins a mystery? Very good. I want to dig out your identity bit by bit."
In the Ten Thousand Eyes of Heaven, when Su He, who had strange double pupils, was beheaded by Jian Wushuang, the acting award that lasted for several months finally came to an end.
Facing these three living treasure old men, Jian Wushuang felt that his head was swollen, which was far more painful than experiencing a hundred battles.
Chunqiu wiped the sweat from his forehead and solemnly handed him the Reverse Sky Mirror.
"Finally we are all alive, and I can finally leave here in a big way." The tall and thin old man said excitedly.
The majestic old man snorted, "You are so arrogant, why don't you want to get into a chamber pot?"
"It makes you look like you don't want to take advantage of me."
"Okay, finally admit that the bottle is a chamber pot?"
"you……"
Jian Wushuang quickly waved his hand to stop him, "This is the end of everything. Please leave with me."
Only then did the three of them stop a new round of scolding.
Then the tall and thin old man took the lead and said solemnly, "Yang Jun would like to thank my little friend."
The majestic old man then said, "Thank you, little friend."
The old man with double pupils smiled and said, "Su He and others would like to thank my dear friend."
After saying this, the three figures turned into three golden lights and fell into the bottle in an instant.
Feeling the vibration coming from the bottle, Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly, finally feeling calm.
"Let's go, now the Ten Thousand Eyes Heaven has been purged." Jian Wushuang looked at Chunqiu and said.
Chunqiu's heart is surging. From the very beginning when he entered the Ten Thousand Eyes Heaven with a certain death mentality, to the dramatic ending, everything was too mysterious and coincidental.
Eliminating Wanmutian means that he can end his long and dark life as a prisoner and return to freedom.
But then, nervous uneasiness rose from the bottom of his heart. Chunqiu looked at Jian Wushuang with some anxiety and said, "What if, I mean what if, the little emperor goes back on his word?"
Jian Wushuang slowly exhaled a breath, and wisps of golden light burst out from the depths of Jian Wushuang's pupils, "If he goes back on his word, I will drag him to his back before he dies!"
The endless darkness dissipated, the entire sky began to become clear and clear, rivers began to emerge from the ground, and countless trees and vines began to grow crazily.
Looking back at the cleared world for the last time, Jian Wushuang disappeared from where he was.
In front of the huge bronze palace on top of the clouds, two figures quietly fell down, and then walked forward step by step.
The door of the giant bronze palace was opened, and in the center of the hundred-foot-tall palace door stood a frail figure.
The little emperor seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When he saw the figure appearing in the square in front of him, he smiled slightly and said, "My companion, please go and greet our guest."
After saying this, the little emperor turned around and entered the palace.
The thin purple robe jumped up to Jian Wushuang and stretched out his hand to ask for something.
Jian Wushuang glanced at him sideways, and then walked straight into the giant bronze palace.
The strong musky smell with a light fishy smell is no longer replaced by bursts of unknown fragrance.
Jian Wushuang frowned slightly and walked slowly inward, followed step by step by Chunqiu.
For Chunqiu, the little emperor was like a nightmare.
He would never forget the day when Heaven was destroyed and a figure in purple robes appeared.