Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4646: ??Cangwutai

In the broken dressing room, the jade ornaments are ringing, and a slender green lotus whose roots have been jasperized has slowly fallen into the endless abyss with its owner.

Every drop of blood containing powerful power falls into the void, like leaves returning to the earth.

Everything is like a strange dream, falling forever.

However, in the darkness full of unknown dark matter, like a dream, a pure golden pole broke the chaos.

"Well? How can there be two people here?" The voice of doubt and full of authority sounded, and finally everything was calm again.

I don’t know how long it has passed. The figure, who was supposed to have fallen under the imaginary god, but I don’t know how to survive, slowly opened his eyes.

Into the eyes, I can only feel the clear surroundings, and there is a gentle sound of breeze blowing over my ears.

"Aren’t I dead, is this the realm of reincarnation..."

"Did God die, will there be reincarnation..."

Since slowly sitting up from the bamboo bed, Jian Wushuang was too late to think about any problems, and was interrupted by the pain from his body.

"Is there still pain when I die? Am I not dead?" Jian Wushuang whispered softly, hurriedly guarding the heart platform, and carefully checked the meridians in the body.

Under this investigation, he truly realized that he was not dead!

In addition to the broken shape of the meridians in the body, even the divine power is slowly circulating in birth and death!

"I wasn't dead? I wasn't dead!" Uncontrollable ecstasy made Jian Wushuang forget the physical pain.

He didn't look at the room where he was staying until he had calmed down for a while.

The room is extremely simple. Every piece of furniture, even the house is made of bamboo, and from the roughness, it seems that the owner made it by hand.

Keeping the pain, Jian Wushuang walked out of the room barefoot.

Outside the door, the warm and warm sunlight shone on the face, and bamboo gardens were planted on both sides of the small house.

And in front of it, there is an endless plain.

Looking at the environment like a fairyland in front of him, Jian Wushuang completely disengaged his vigilance from his heart. It has been unknown for thousands of years. He has never enjoyed a moment of slackness.

But he only slacked for a moment, and all the questions came to his mind again!

The fierce battlefield of blood and fire, the army of millions of monks, and the seriously wounded old venerable, at this moment are like a sharp knife, slammed on him.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Mushuang looked at the other room in the bamboo house behind him.

Pushing the door quickly, he was slightly relieved.

In the room, Lao Zun lay quietly on it, his breath calmed down, but he had already passed the dangerous period, but only on his skin, the dark blue cobweb-like lines never disappeared.

Without any hesitation, Jian Wushuang sat down in front of the bed and reached out his hand to circulate the divine power of circulation in the body into the body.

The divine power enters the body like a mud bull into the sea, and there is no trace of it, but Jianwushuang seems to be sitting still, just crossing the divine power as always.

So many years in a row, the sky of the sky never rises and falls, and everything is still the same.

Until, there was a slight fluctuation in this continent.

Opening his eyes slowly, as if realizing something, Jian Wushuang quickly walked out of the bamboo house.

Since the distant sky, the space automatically split a gap, and countless figures came to this continent.

Looking at the familiar figures, the familiar divine power, Jian Wushuang could hardly restrain his heart and swept away.

Blood-blood blood wave supreme, whether it is the **** body or the consciousness, has reached the end of the crossbow. On his side, the white robe turns into the blood-stained king of the nine robbery, the patriarch ancestor white ape, Long Yan, Long Chi, Wu Jianxian The same is true of Taixu Divine Emperor and others.

The army of less than one million monks has long lost any glory in their eyes. Only the Kirin family, who also suffered heavy casualties, have excited colors on their faces.

The sword Wushuang, who was only wearing a plain shirt, came to everyone in an instant.

Xuebo Supreme smiled slightly, and said slowly, "Without the Palace Master, Xuebo will come to see you."

After the words were finished, Blood Wave Supreme passed out.

Jian Wushuang hurriedly urged his body to hold the Blood Wave Supreme.

Wu Jianxian, on the other hand, opened his eyes wide and was unable to channel, "Sword Wushuang? Are you not dead?"

Jian Wushuang nodded bitterly, "Fortunately, he hasn't died, let's not talk about this, I will find a place to settle down."

At this moment, everyone's nervousness has been completely relaxed.

He is not dead. Everyone firmly believes that there is a chance in the divine universe.

Nearly millions of miraculous cosmic forces are stationed directly on the plains. After all, every inch of space here is filled with pure divine power, and it is imperative to restore yourself quickly.

Until the injured monks were properly arranged, Jian Wushuang noticed that a middle-aged man in a Su Jinhua suit was looking at him with a smile, not far away.

And behind the extraordinary middle-aged man, only the two survivors of Qilin Wuzi, Qi Ting and Qi Gong, stood there.

Almost by virtue of intuition, Jian Wushuang realized that the middle-aged man was the master of this world.

"Xiaoyou, she is of extraordinary physique, and she has completely recovered in just a few years." The middle-aged man and Qi Tingqi came to Jian Wushuang in a hurry.

"Thank you for the help of Daoyou, Jianmou is grateful." Jian Wushuang arched solemnly.

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, "My name is Qi Ting, and I am the eldest son of the Qilin clan. If you don’t dislike, you can call me Brother Qi."

Looking at the two behind the middle-aged man, Qi Tingqi and the two of them already understood that the middle-aged man said nothing. Without much hesitation, Jian Wushuang once again arched his hands and smiled, "Brother Qi."

The middle-aged man named Qi Ting nodded and smiled, "How many years have I been in this Cangwutai, I finally have some usefulness."

"Cangwutai, where is this?"

"In the vicinity of the broken Luodu, beside the eyes of Chaos Spring," Qi Ting explained.

Jian Wushuang nodded. When Luodu Star Zone was destroyed, he vaguely felt that there was indeed a strange energy attachment in the eyes of Chaos Spring. Now I want to come to this state of Cangwutai.

"I have entered this place since my youth. Until today, I don't know how many epochs have passed. I haven't known everything that happened outside for half a point. It's been a half a lifetime." Qi Ting is half reminiscing and half sighing.

"If I didn’t take that step completely, I am afraid that the suffering of the divine universe will become my regret forever."

Speaking of this, Qiting's eyes flashed with a burning awn, a kind of breath that has gone through the ancient vicissitudes and the looming edge of the sharp man.

Ji Wushuang, who just wanted to comfort Qi Ting, could not help but feel shocked when he felt everything that appeared around him.

The kind of self that is completely transcendent from the outside, but it is in control of all things, and the breath and throughput is the existence of creating rules, and it is an ancestor!