Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4680: Yanxian
Leng Rushuang smiled miserably, "I, respect his decision."
The King of Nine Tribulation took a step back and lost his soul. He never thought that Jian Wushuang would resolutely destroy his ancestors in such a fierce way!
The ancestor-level supreme luck is scattered in the world, and it is impossible to gather back.
Everything can't look back.
"Master, Daoyan, please stop." Daoyan knelt down to the ground, Daoyan wept.
"Earth God, why are you!" The blood wavelength always wept, "Does the universe you have been sheltering cannot make you nostalgic!"
"Fuck! Fuck! The old man will go with you." The blood wavelength old did not hesitate to reach out to destroy the source, but they were held by Long Yan and Long Chi.
"No, there must be a reason for Jian Wushuang to do this, otherwise he has no reason to do so..." Feng Qi slowly got up and murmured.
At the same time, Nine Tribulation King also recalled his previous conversation with Jian Wushuang.
One of the most important words is Dayanhuan!
Nine Tribulation Kings seem to realize what it is. If Jian Wushuang disperses his ancestors like this, will it be related to going to Dayanhuan?
The ancestral luck was returned to the heavens, and every half-ancestor felt that his own shackles had begun to loosen.
Dao Yan supreme, straight into the half ancestor.
Everyone looked at the gradual faint body with red eyes.
In the hazy luck, Jian Wushuang opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at all the old brothers who came out of the blood of the corpse mountain in front of him, smiled slightly, and finally lowered his eyelids.
In the beginning, thousands of strands of Huamang Avenue were added, and finally dispersed in the same way.
The ultimate ancestor of the universe no longer exists.
And Jian Wushuang himself feels extremely relaxed and ethereal, the soul is as high as nine days, I don’t know where.
At the same time, the body's meridian Dan Tanzhong divine power began to dissipate, replaced by an unknown energy.
That kind of energy, like clouds and fog, is majestic and magnificent.
That's—Yanli!
It is also a force belonging to Dayanhuan, and a sign of entering the realm of Yanxian.
When such energy is born in the meridian, it burns directly in the meridian, that is, even the soul can't bear the pain.
Jian Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes, and behind him gradually began to have a ghost image that was difficult to peel off.
The past, formed by perseverance, the practice of the world, and all of your own feelings, has become concrete.
The blood of God poured out from each pore of Jian Wushuang, and the white shirt was dipped into the blood coat, but he remained silent, peeling off his past little by little from the **** body.
That is the most glorious brilliance, different from the red sun of Dari, which is shining in the dojo.
A mud tire exactly like Jian Wushuang's twins began to take shape.
The dojo cracked over a large area and the clouds shrank.
When the big day above the sky reprojected the blazing beam, everything fell silent.
The blood of the gods dissipated in the air, and the sword in the white shirt was sitting on the spot without any blood.
He opened his eyes reluctantly, and then passed out.
And behind him, a real shadow of Yingrun Huamang slowly opened his eyes.
The psyche at the beginning of the chaos slowly emerged, and the real shadow of the mud tire began to look at everything in front of him with ignorance and curiosity.
On the top of the cloud, everyone rushed forward, cold and frost like hug the sword Wushuang who passed away.
While the Jiujiao Wang and others were shocked, they looked at the real image exactly like Jian Wushuang.
"I, hungry..." Mud Tire opened his mouth and looked at everyone.
In the next moment, he was lying directly on the top of the cloud, and he was rushing to the cloud layer formed by the pure divine power.
"This, this is also Jian Wushuang?" Feng Qi was dumbfounded, looking at the guy who was lying on the clouds in disregard of the image and biting the clouds like he was eating cotton candy.
"Delicious, delicious..." Muddy tire mumbling while eating, like a child's heart.
Everyone glanced at each other, and then hurriedly welcomed Jian Wushuang into the Yunxiao Palace.
As for the real shadow of the mud tire, he was directly carried by the Nine Tribulation King on his shoulder and sent into the Yunxiao Palace.
In the Yunxiao Palace, looking at this real shadow that is almost equivalent to Jian Wushuang, everyone looked at each other, no one spoke first, and all looked at him intently.
Jian Wushuang has been ushered into the inner hall to be cared for by Leng Rushuang and Feng Qi.
Only this "Jian Wushuang" is sitting on the spot, grinning and smirking...
Finally, it was the tentative inquiry of the King of Nine Tribulation, "Are you a sword Wushuang?"
Mad tires really smirked, "I'm hungry..."
......
"What is your name?"
"I am hungry."
......
After asking a series of questions again, and getting only the word I am hungry, everyone understands that this guy's intelligence is probably not much stronger than a baby born.
For this guy who has been detached from Jian Wushuang, no one can do anything about it. Only when Jian Wushuang wakes up, I am afraid there will be an answer.
In the inner hall, the young child is carefully stacking the pieces of ice on the extreme north on Jian Wushuang's body.
Feng Qiduan sat on the side of the bed, closing his eyes and realizing his vitality.
When she was in Cangwu Taichung, she once imported most of her Fengzu ancestors into Jianwushuang's body. In some ways, Jianwushuang's physical condition is the most clear except for himself, which is Fengqi.
However, the situation of Jian Wushuang is that Feng Qi is helpless.
Sword Wushuang today is like a completely closed big cocoon that naturally repels divine power.
No one can check his condition, only feel his breath is stabilizing.
"Sister Feng Qi, how is his situation with Wushuang?" Leng Rushuang asked.
Feng Qi frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "The breath is stable. At present, there is no harm, but his road, I am afraid that he will never come back."
"It's good to survive, no matter what he becomes, I will always be with him." Leng Rushuang firmly said.
Feng Qi didn't speak any more, and walked slowly away, his back as if he had grown old for a moment.
In the vast inner hall, there is only one sword with no road left.
When the last trace of divine power was expelled from his body, that vast expansive power finally filled up!
A mysterious realm is crowned in his body.
In the infinite darkness, Jian Wushuang's consciousness seems to swim in eternal darkness.
The extremely strong weightlessness makes him extremely uncomfortable.
It was like falling indefinitely, the ethereal voice ringing in his ears.
"Wushuang, you should not listen to me."
"You will regret..."
In the dark darkness of Jianhe, Jian Wushuang opened his eyes and looked subconsciously at the darkness below him.
The one that emits endless darkness is actually a pair of black pupils like black holes!