Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4667: Million years later
As if it were about to collapse, the divine power that filled the body slowly scattered in the air.
"Here, what's going on..."
He was a little flustered, but found that he couldn’t even do the simplest turn.
After seeing this scene, the Jackdaw, who was also awake on the side, also flashed a gloom in her eyes. How can she not understand what is happening at the moment, who is extremely sensitive to death.
Jian Wushuang and Lao Zun descended to the ground and walked slowly to him.
Relying on the coffin, the young monk’s half-body has turned into a bit of white mango dissipated.
"Am I already dead?" He raised his head a bit hard and looked at the godlike man in front of him.
Jian Wushuang's eyes were dim, and he nodded slowly.
Just before their first contact, Jian Wushuang had noticed that the young monk had no spirit of life.
Perhaps it was because of the Qiting mud tires that he retained his sanity and exists as a dead body to this day.
Now Qiting Mud Tire is seized by Jian Wushuang, and the source of strength that naturally maintains his body has disappeared.
Recovering from the initial panic, the young monk said lightly, "It turns out that I have already been like them. I thought I was the only survivor, but fortunately, it was boring for hundreds of thousands of years. Have a good sleep."
After saying this sentence, the body of the young monk finally turned into a bunch of white mans.
Jian Wushuang reached up and picked up the white awn, rubbing it into an extremely bright star, and then embellished it on the sky.
"Come on, let everything here be for future generations." Jian Wushuang smiled, and the three figures finally disappeared.
The task that was originally expected to be one million years old was completed 800,000 years ahead of schedule. Jian Wushuang and others returned and rushed back to Yunxiao Palace.
As a result, at the end of the 300,000th year, Jian Wushuang and Lao Zun finally returned to Yunxiao Palace.
And the taciturn, who regards Jian Wushuang as the whole Jackdaw girl, has long lived on a certain day in more than 200,000 years.
For high-level monks, 200,000 years is just a time of retreat, but the poor universe, everything in the world, the mortal world with thin divine power, the peddler who can’t practice, and the slightly enlightened monster is the basis.
Two hundred thousand years has been the most wonderful and long life for the Jackdaw girl.
Looking at the giant palace as calm as hundreds of thousands of years, Jian Wushuang smiled slightly and entered the Yunxiao Palace.
Outside the Yunxiao Palace, the two descendants of the Dragon clan shook their heads and continued to sleep.
The return of Jian Wushuang did not cause much shock, because there were not many people in the entire Yunxiao Palace.
Lan Lan, Bawang and others have been stationed in the ancient Xingkong Road, and rarely returned to the Yunxiao Palace. The Blood Wave Supreme led more than 100,000 Supreme Lords outside the battlefield, and successfully broke through the Invincible Supreme and entered the Nine Tribulation of Half Ancestor Realm. Wang, was stationed on the way to Tianmen.
As for the Dragon and Phoenix clan, they have also returned to their respective star fields, leaving only more than one hundred clan neutrons stationed in the Yunxiao Palace.
The years passed, and the new moon replaced Yangchun.
A half a million years have passed.
On top of the cloud, Jian Wushuang happily holds a jade fishing rod and fishes in the sea of clouds.
Beside him, he is accompanied by Lao Zun, naive, and of course Feng Qi.
The little fish transformed by the divine power is tumbling in the sea of clouds. Whenever he eats a hook, Jian Wushuang raises the rod to prevent the fish from touching it.
"I said Jian Wushuang, you guys are all bored. We have been fishing for more than 100,000 years, and we haven't caught a single fish." Feng Qi on the side was full of black lines, and his voice was angry. .
"Fishing is a matter of extreme patience and physical strength. Only one hundred thousand years ago, I wanted to catch a fish. Let's talk about another one hundred thousand years." Jian Wushuang was serious.
Slightly shook his head, Feng Qi no longer complained, but also caught a fish.
Fishing for 500,000 years in the sea of clouds is also the most wanton time for everyone.
No one will know what will happen next, not even the sword standing at the top of the universe.
In the following time, Blood Wave Supreme and other people stationed outside the battlefield began to return to the Yunxiao Palace one after another.
What is waiting for them is the first reopening of the heavenly gate after the catastrophe.
Every 100,000 years, a lot of geniuses will emerge from the original Starry Sky Road, but only by going through the path of the heavenly gate, it is possible to eventually reach the Yunxiao Palace and become a disciple of Eternal God.
The way to the heavenly gate is another way of trial that Jian Wushuang started after achieving the ancestor god. If you want to enter it, you must first pass the examination of the ancient Xingkong Road.
Everyone is faintly looking forward, and can be recognized by nearly twenty invincible supremes, as well as a half-ancestral superpower. What kind of amazing genius would it be?
However, a special existence like Jian Wushuang, which has gone beyond genius, is no longer within the scope of consideration.
One million years ago, on that day, the bell was ringing in the morning, and the immortal sound rang through nine days and ten places.
Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner, and the giants of all parties gather in Yunxiao Palace.
Jian Wushuang sat in front of the Palace of Clouds, he was obviously expecting something, and looked into the distance with a smile.
In the vastness of Yun Yan, the King of Nine Tribulation, who struck Sheng Xue in white, walked slowly in front of the Yunxiao Palace. Behind him were more than 20 invincible supremes.
"Return to Eternal God, Jiu Tribune and others are not fortunate." The king of Jiu Tribulation bowed.
Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, reached out and waved Huamang, "Trouble you."
Covered by that supreme Chinese mang, the Nine Tribulation King and others only felt that the fatigue in the god's body dissipated and the divine power was full.
Next, at the end of the square, six slightly childish figures appeared in everyone's eyes.
Facing the Supreme True Dragon on the two sides of the pillars, these six bodies have no timidity and move forward steadily.
At the forefront of these six bodies, there is a handsome young man dressed in a green shirt and with picturesque eyes.
There is no flinching in his eyes, but only calmness.
At the same time, he also didn't understand in his heart. When he came to the most mysterious palace that belongs to the highest point of the universe, why didn't he feel the strangeness and fear in the slightest sense, but instead had a strange sense of familiarity?
Getting rid of the unrealistic ideas of the alarm clock, the young man in the blue shirt gradually accelerated.
Recalling what I had experienced on the way to the vast and terrifying Heavenly Gate, the other five people shivered without any trace at the same time, and also quickly moved forward.
Few of the Supreme Masters present at Yunxiao Palace know how these people who passed the assessment of the Heavenly Gate experienced it.
But they know that the appreciation of the Supreme People who participated in the battle of the catastrophe is already enough to stand up to ninety-nine of the geniuses of the divine universe.