Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4501: Lord of Life Jingu Palace

Oh ~!

Bingyu Supreme and Swords are unparalleled, sprinting forward and backward.

Bingao Supreme holds the Excalibur Sword, but he is not in a hurry to shoot at Sword Master.

Although he hated Jian Wushuang and wanted to sacrifice his flesh, he was not stupid and was not impulsively fainted. He knew in his heart that compared to killing Jian Wushuang now, the most important thing in front of him, It is to enter the land of the gods to see if the team sent by the **** of the year was still alive.

If he is still alive, he will naturally have a chance.

Even if it falls, presumably the team's Qiankun Ring naturally remains here.

That's all invincible relics.

He can't help but be indifferent.

Thinking of this, Bingyu Supreme has moved faster.

"Supernatural power, Icewing!"

He drank aloud, and innumerable frosts condensed on his back, forming a pair of narrow and bright ice crystal wings.

Wow.

Fan winged, the speed of the ice mastiff skyrocketed suddenly. He was behind behind Jian Wushuang. Between the light and flint, he surpassed Jian Wushuang and ran forward quickly.

"Huh?"

Jian Wushuang looked at the Bingyu Supreme who sprinted past him, and narrowed his eyes.

Don't he know what the Bingyu is holding?

"Dragon Blood Mystery, Kai!"

Jian Wushuang's deep voice drank, and the next moment, his already extremely fast speed, soared again, and was directly equal to the ice mastiff who had passed him!

The two are extremely fast. You chase me in an instant and disappear into the same place and swept deeper.

This is the ram who is chasing after him.

"How can these two guys be so fast."

The ram supreme gave a helpless grin.

He has already let out his breath. Jian Wushuang and Bingyu Supreme should know that he exists, but they just ignored him.

"Well, let's go."

Shaking his head, the ram's supreme figure flew and followed.

......

Fifty one ban.

Eighty-eight prohibitions.

Eighty-five prohibitions.

Ninety-seven prohibitions.

In an instant, Jian Wushuang and Bingyu Supreme turned into horizontal thunders, shot straight through dozens of prohibitions, and shot towards the land of the gods.

After half a column incense time.

An egg-like barrier appeared in front of the two.

It looks like a round bowl is buckled down, emitting a faint yellow light, leaving the two outside.

This is the last ban!

Breaking through this prohibition is the real land of the gods, the place where the people of the Palace of Life and the Lord live!

Jian Wushuang arrived one step ahead, and he could feel that the same breath of life as he originated from the source emanated from behind the ninety-ninth prohibition.

This familiarity, he has only experienced it on one person,

That's ... Genichi!

Feeling this familiarity, Jian Wushuang's already stretched out hand stagnates in midair.

"Is this Master?"

At this moment, Gu Jingwu's state of mind that Jian Wushuang had already cultivated had become a little confused.

In the beginning, he did n’t doubt it. It is possible that his mysterious Master may be the master of the palace of life.

But he didn't dare to ask, for he was disappointed with the results.

Later, at the Grand Ceremony of the Universe, God of the Eurasian mentioned to his master Xuan Yi.

Although there is still no precise information, Jian Wushuang always knows one thing, that is, his master, should be a figure at the same level as the **** of the universe.

Although the Lord of Life Jingong Palace, although equally mysterious and powerful, is obviously not a character of the same level as the **** of the universe.

If Xuanyi is the master of the palace of life, the **** of the universe will not be so secretive, and blunt.

As a result, Jian Wushuang also broke off the idea that Xuan Yihui was the master of the palace of life.

But at this moment, Jian Wushuang felt the familiarity that came out of the last barrier, but the idea was shaken!

The atmosphere inside is exactly the same as him, this must not be done!

"Jian Wushuang, I'll take a step first!"

Bingao Supreme noticed that Sword Wushuang had a strange face next to him. He shrugged his lips and stepped into the last prohibition.

啵.

With a soft sound, Bingyu Supreme fell into the water, and his body directly passed through the last ninety-ninth forbidden, and entered the land of gods!

"Whether it is right or not, you only need to know it at a glance."

After a moment, Jian Wushuang took a deep breath, a flash of persistence flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, stepped into this barrier.

嗤.

A piece of darkness strikes, as if sinking into the warm sea water, a warm current flows on Jian Wushuang.

This forbidden force is the most terrifying thunder means for those who face the virtual universe, but those who face the divine universe are transformed into a pair of gentle hands.

嗤嗤嗤.

Ding!

The darkness in front of me is gradually fading away, and countless stars of light appear in Jian Wushuang's eyes.

The next moment, as if the world was lost, Jian Wushuang leapt lightly, jumping out of this best restraint.

"This is ..."

Jian Wushuang saw this for a moment, and saw himself standing on a mountain.

A skinny figure with his back to himself.

"Where's the Iceberg Supreme?"

Jian Wushuang frowned, and he did not see the figure of Bingyu Supreme.

Just wondering for a moment, Jian Wushuang retracted his thoughts and turned to look at the thin back.

This back has gray hair and dangles all over the body, like skinny skin, with saggy skin attached to the bones, giving people a feeling of dying wood and oil.

The same breath that Jian Wushuang felt before was sent out from this back.

"Senior?"

Jian Wushuang took a deep breath and tried to ask.

This back doesn't speak.

A gust of wind blew across the top of the mountain, brushing his somewhat broken Tsing Yi, revealing the thin, skeletal body inside.

Until a while later.

Just then heard a husky, old voice coming from this skinny back.

"I ask you, how is the situation at the shrine now?"

As soon as this statement came down, Jian Wushuang understood immediately. The identity of this thin back is naturally the legendary figure of the life shrine, the master of the life shrine standing at the highest point of the universe!

He ... not Xuanyi.

Thinking of this, Jian Wushuang has some reason, some joy, and some loss.

Jian Wushuang knelt down on one knee, took a deep breath, and said in a respectful and respectful voice:

"The disciples of life Jingu Jian are unparalleled. See Lord Gongzhu!"

"Master Huihui Palace, now the temple of life is seriously affected by his disciples, and his vitality is seriously injured. He is recuperating ..."

Jian Wushuang began to talk about the situation of the life shrine he knew now, slowly speaking.

The skinny back did not speak, but listened quietly, seemingly unmoved, without any reaction.

After Jian Wushuang finished speaking, she was thin and silent for a long time before she slowly said:

"Jian Wushuang, don't call me Lord of the Palace, you call me ... brother!"