Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5042: Canghai bracelet

They all drowned in the Tianhe, passed out, and seemed unable to wake up for a short time.

Sitting on the back of the blue cow, the little boy stared at them and let out a faint sigh.

Then he reached out his little hand and touched the green cow's neck.

There is a black and silver collar.

He took off the collar between Qing Niu's neck, and then waved to Xiaodijun.

The collar shrank in the wind, and when it fell by Xiao Dijun's side, it had become the size of a bracelet, and it was placed between his wrists.

After doing all this, the little boy stopped staying, and with his legs clamped into the belly of the cow, he folds and swims into the Tianhe.

Everything is dead again.

I don't know how long it took, Chang Ling, who was lying on the shore, woke up first, her beautiful eyes filled with lingering panic.

When she saw that she was out of danger and went ashore, she let out a sigh of relief.

"Well, the emperor?"

At this moment, Xiao Dijun was lying on her side, his handsome and enchanting face was stained with blood, which added a bit of coldness, loneliness, and weakness.

Chang Ling swallowed subconsciously, then stretched out his slender palm, preparing to put him in a comfortable position.

But when her palm was about to meet Xiao Dijun, he suddenly opened his eyes.

With her eyes facing each other, Chang Ling's face turned red, and she quickly retracted her palm, "No, it's not what you think..."

Glanced at her coldly, Xiao Dijun stood up on the ground, and then said in a deep voice, "Recognize your position. You are just a candidate for heavenly official. Don't do anything out of the ordinary."

Chang Ling was stunned, deep in her eyes humiliated, and water filled her eyes.

No matter what she was, Xiaodijun got up and slid directly into the depths of the great barren mountain.

The barren mountains are silent, standing like a demon god.

For some reason, Xiao Dijun suddenly had a strong and familiar intuition. That intuition could not be said, but it made his heart beat faster.

In the dark, he realized that he was getting closer.

The barren mountains are full of clouds and clouds are piled up.

He has never been so anxious at this moment, even if the fairy body is still on the verge of breaking, he will go forward with all his strength.

One barren hill was left behind, but there were more barren hills in front of you, covering everything.

"Wushuang, Jian Wushuang--"

He simply screamed, his voice circled in the barren mountains.

As if sleeping for hundreds of millions of years, the spirits have fallen into the ethereal forever. On the top of the most central mountain, a figure imprisoned by tens of thousands of chains of luck slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes are chaotic and dark red, like he has been asleep for endless years, full of desolation and ancient silence.

He heard familiar voices and familiar names.

"Jian Wushuang——This name, why, I have a familiar feeling?"

The figure bound by the chain was confused and confused. He felt that the spirit in his mind was fragmented, his memories were fragmented, and everything was only vaguely remembered.

But the next moment, the situation faded.

Along with the appearance of a thin and **** figure, his broken mind memory began to vibrate violently.

"Wu, Wushuang!!"

His figure trembled, almost tottering, but he stood firmly in the void, his true eyes were inconceivable.

Furthermore, Chang Ling, who rushed to the scene later, gave a secret cry when she saw this scene, and her eyes were incredible.

This scene is too shocking and too depressing.

On the top of the misty sacred mountain, nearly ten thousand black gold chains containing supreme luck hung from the void, firmly binding a figure.

Fortune and luck are intertwined, making him imprisoned in many barren mountains.

Four eyes met, and the corners of Xiao Dijun's eyes trembled slightly.

Then he didn't pause anymore, and he swept forward directly.

However, at the same time, nearly tens of thousands of chains are blooming at this moment, and they are actually isolating all external forces.

Standing outside the barrier, Xiaodijun slammed into the barrier with heavy fists, trying to break it open.

Jian Wushuang, who was trapped by the chain of luck, looked at him again and asked, "Who are you?"

His figure was shocked, only disbelief was left in his eyes, "You, don't you remember me?!"

A painful blankness flashed in Jian Wushuang's eyes, and the divine memory in his mind had become fragmented during that battle.

So, although he still retains his memory, it has become fragmented and cannot be connected together at all.

Faced with Xiaodijun, he only had an impression, but he couldn't recognize it at all.

"You, are you my old friend?"

The corner of Xiaodijun's eyes trembled slightly, and a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes, "Why don't you remember me?"

Chang Ling also came to the enchantment, looking at Jian Wushuang who was imprisoned by countless chains, she also thought of the one in the imperial dojo, who frustrated Qingshan's Jian Wushuang.

Comparing the two, the situation is miserable.

Only shock and sadness remained in her eyes.

Jian Wushuang stopped talking, his chaotic and dark red real eyes slowly closed.

The chain of luck that bound him was made up of the avenue of emperor’s luck, and it was impossible to break it.

Outside the barrier, the little emperor who was less than ten steps away from him, his eyes gradually became firm.

"I'll take you away." He only said this, and then he tried his best to smash the barrier.

Chang Pei's soft sword has been lost. He simply turned his palm into a fist and smashed it with one punch.

But with the power of evolving immortals, how can it be possible to destroy the emperor’s luck?

The blood was splashed, and his palm was already broken in this bombardment.

And Chang Ling couldn't bear to watch any longer, and wanted to bombard the enchantment together.

"Go away!" Xiaodijun screamed in anger, and only cold eyes looked at her.

She clenched her silver teeth and finally backed away sadly.

Drinking back Chang Ling, he continued to bombard the enchantment, as if he didn't know the pain and was tireless.

But his power, before the emperor's luck, was so insignificant that he didn't even leave a trace.

"Give up, you won't be able to break it." Jian Wushuang said slowly, no waves in his eyes.

"Boom!"

The last punch fell, the fist bones were directly broken, the fairy bone stubble broke through the skin, and the hideousness was exposed.

God is dripping with blood, spilling into the void.

Little Emperor's entire right fist was shattered, but his face was expressionless.

The blood of the gods gurgled down his palm, and then quietly gathered in his wrist.

In an instant, the black and silver bracelet bloomed with warmth and radiance, and the dusty lines on it were soaked by the blood of the gods, thus lighting up.

The lines are like a barren mountain with a sea of ​​clouds and a sea of ​​sudden waves. They are magnificent and cannot be looked at directly.

Under the infiltration of Xiaodijun's blood, the lines were completely unsealed, and the entire black and silver bracelet turned dark red.

Then, it detached from the wrist and soared into the void.

The inexhaustible radiance, like the purest and ultimate tassel, spilled over the top of the sacred mountain.

It seems hopeful that the ancient big bell will ring from the four fields, and the loud sound is heavy, making the spirit clear.