Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4602: The lost sea

Even if the essence of five qi is gathered, Chaos Wushu Ding is of little use to Jian Wushuang.

Because even now, he is indifferent, and instead of staying by his side, it's useless, he should continue to be placed next to the childish, in case of accidents.

Judging from the results of the mace of the zombie, the effect of Chaos Wushu Ding is still good.

Appease the childishness, Jian Wushuang came to Daoyan Supreme Master, and said in a condensed voice, "Elder Daoyan, Elder Moving Mountain, how do you think that guy said just now?"

In order to prevent the Snake God from eavesdropping, Jian Wushuang used his divine power to wrap his entire head.

Dao Yan pondered a little, and finally shook his head. "Unbelievably, I can't imagine what kind of existence exists besides the divine universe and the virtual universe."

"In my opinion, even as two sides of things, the two universes are already the ultimate of all things."

The Daoshan Taoist nodded his head. His thoughts and Tao Yan were the same, because the divine universe is too vast. It almost encompasses all the realms and the limit of the realm of all creatures.

Even if it is the beginning of the resurrection of the universe, it is just another rebirth of the universe.

Apart from the divine universe and the imaginary universe, is there another universe?

Dao Yan Supreme was born from the beginning of the universe, at the beginning of chaos, and his insights will more or less affect the judgment of Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang is naturally willing to believe that the two universes are the ultimate in everything, but he always feels that the words of the serpent gods were not just madness. , Or learned something that should not be heard.

Jian Wushuang looked away.

The extreme sea is deep, and there is no wave in the infinite sea. It looks like a dark mirror, which remains forever.

How will this polar sea, which runs across the starry sky but does not melt into the virtual universe, exist independently?

Stretching his hands to disperse the power on the snake god's head, Jian Wushuang directly carried him and swept toward the edge of the polar sea.

Being dying, a zombie who was about to fall, after being aware of the approach to the polar sea, immediately became restless, "Hurry up and put me in!"

Jian Wushuang did not speak, but stopped on the edge of the polar coast and reached out to hang the snake **** over the polar sea.

"Let me go, let me go!" The zombie struggled uncomfortably.

Wave a handful of muddy black sea water, and the strange wave of breath energy escapes again.

Slightly thinking, Jian Wushuang poured the black water in his hand on the broken arm of the snake god.

Black water seems to be wise, like a wandering snake, instantly submerged into the wound, and countless small black granules sprang up and built up with each other, but it came faster than God reshaped.

Jian Wushuang's eyes are swift, and he reaches directly to cut off the granulation.

The snake **** trembles, and the vertical pupil resembles a needle tip, "Sword Wushuang, you **** it!"

Ignoring the anger of the snake god, Jian Wushuang threw the snake **** on the shore, and then said quietly, "Of course, if you want to enter this extreme sea, open your life source to me and let me plant the next one. Banned."

"You dream! It's really a venomous descendant!" The snake **** gritted his teeth and stared at Jian Wushuang resentfully.

Smiling coldly, Jian Wushuang lifted his feet to kick the snake **** far away, and at the same time dozens of Huanghuang gods were turned into prisoners of divine power, trapping him in formation.

"Don't try to break through, as you are today, you absolutely can't support the tenfold breathing penalty." Jian Wushuang reminded, and then flew straight into the endless sea.

The snake **** put his eyes together and his venomous gaze suddenly started, ‘Sword Wushuang, this curse your soul is lost in this extremely sea, and the eternal sink! ’

One step into this extreme sea area, a special prohibition breath directly caused the discomfort of Jian Wushuang's inner power.

The kind of forbidden atmosphere seems to be chaotic and unopened, the original barbarism, and a kind of mysterious suppression from the life level, so that the whole person of Jian Wushuang is not good.

Just guarding the heart platform, Jian Wushuang dispels that weird feeling, and continues to ascend above this extremely sea.

He has an inexplicable intuition. There seems to be something calling him in Fang Jihai.

The dark and endless sea surface is like a deep mirror. Even if it is a sword without a pair of weapons, it occasionally casts its gaze on the sea surface, which is also a dizziness.

In order to prevent the direction from getting lost, Jian Wushuang placed a magical cage on the snake god's body, and could feel the distance from the shore at any time.

But at the moment, Jian Wushuang felt the breath of divine power left on the shore and swept towards him at a very fast speed.

Jian Wushuang's heart tightened, and the bad hunch finally came.

On the strangely still surface of the polar sea, a dark beam of light was galloping, yet to be seen clearly.

"Om..."

The **** pattern emerged, the vast divine power turned into the light wall and appeared in front of Jian Wushuang.

The two collided with each other, and while the dark black rims disappeared, they also smashed the light wall.

Jian Wushuang's brow furrowed, and he found that it was the snake **** who issued such a sharp blow.

At this moment, the zombie reborn with a broken arm, and there is only one head left. I don’t know when eight more came out, and monstrous black mist poured out from every inch of his pores.

Xianxu Hongmang escaped from the nine pairs of vertical pupils, looking at Jian Wushuang’s eyes without any slight emotion.

Being the pinnacle of the half-ancestor level, Jian Wushuang did not dare to act rashly. Although he generally understood that he can now fight against the half-ancestor level without defeat, it is also based on the use of ancestors.

This situation is a huge disadvantage for Jian Wushuang.

He didn’t understand how the zombie got back to the top in a very short time and locked his position.

The weird-looking snake **** smiled, nine mouths opened at the same time, "Sword Wushuang, don't restrain the most taboo existence in your heart, release it, this is the world of bliss!"

"Don’t you also like to kill people, there are a lot of people who killed you here."

Jian Wushuang's brows were tight, and when he just wanted to release his magical power, he saw the extremely sea like a mirror under him, and suddenly it boiled.

A figure with thick ink-like slime appeared slowly.

"Sword Musou! You give me life!"

The voice is bleak, and Bing Ye, who exudes black mist all over him, comes with majesty.

Jian Wushuang’s pupils were frozen, and he quickly calmed down again and snorted coldly, "Can even the hallucinations move out? Can I kill you once, and why not kill you a second time?"

With Bingye Supreme's first rush to kill, the figure that died under Jian Wu's hands one after another emerged.

"Is a person who was miscellaneous before he died, shouldn’t he be dead and miscellaneous after death?"