Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4793: The former shattered heaven

Jan Wushuang doubts the authenticity of Chen Qing's discourse, looking at the dead, lifeless heaven.

It’s like a mysterious cave that retains treasures. It’s probably not an exaggeration.

Chen Qing scratched his head. "But after all, although it is not the same as the imaginary treasures, there must be some treasures hidden in it, which may be of great use to us."

At this time, Chunqiu's voice sounded, "Brother Chen Qing, are you sure this is the treasure in your mouth, not a battlefield?"

Jian Wushuang looked around and saw that Chunqiu bent over and waved his hand, a large piece of dark brown soil was pulled away, and a broken treasure treasure real sword was exposed.

I don’t know if they have been buried in the ground for many years, but the treasure sword still diffuses the coldness of the people.

But everyone's eyes are looking under the broken real sword.

It was a shining bone that had disappeared from flesh and blood. He even kept the last posture of his life, holding a real sword in one hand and covering his chest with one hand, but his head was gone.

This is a white bone with the peak of Yanxian. Jian Wushuang determined at the first time that his fairy source was crushed by external forces, and even the same was crushed, as well as the real sword he stabbed before.

There is no other possibility to kill such a peak of Yanxian directly except Dayanxian.

Jian Wushuang seemed to feel something, and he also reached out and rolled up layers of dark brown sand.

Next, a shocking scene appeared.

With the peeling of the dark brown sand, all kinds of treasures with a broken handle are exposed to the air with a terrible dead body.

Looking around, there are hundreds of fairy bones!

There are so many bones just under these hundreds of feet of ground. Are all the bones under the unopened ground?

Just the only exposed bones, Jian Wushuang glanced at them, and they were all in the realm of Yanxian.

How so terrifying should their opponents be that they can be buried here?

Yanxian’s fairy body, even if it died, has no possibility of becoming a fairy bone after several years, but now, these dead Yanxian have been transformed into fairy bones, which can tell the time of their death , Definitely more than ten years.

One Chinese year is enough for one party to reincarnate ten times. Ten Chinese years cannot be measured by years.

Everyone's complexion unknowingly accumulates. This is definitely not the so-called treasure place in Chen Qingkou.

It's an ancient battlefield, looking at the ancient battlefield!

"Here, wouldn't it be the true Wuyang Emperor, the ancient battlefield left behind when the division was opened?" Chen Qing murmured.

But no one can answer him, all confused.

"Brother Jian, what shall we do, shall we leave, or shall we investigate?" Chunqiu asked.

Jian Wushuang waved the sand and buried the hundreds of fairy bones again, and then said, "Since we have come here by mistake, let's investigate and say again that there is no longer any breath of life, It’s okay to think about it."

Chunqiu nodded and followed Jianwushuang so far. He has long believed in Jianwushuang's decision, and he followed it firmly.

Immediately, he followed behind Jian Wushuang and walked forward.

Chen Qingxing was soaring, and from time to time he explored the places where there might be treasure.

Diqing didn’t say much. As Jiu Zhuan Dayan Immortal, he also realized that this side of the heavens had reached the point where he could no longer die, so he naturally followed Jian Wushuang to investigate.

Only Cui Jing, who looks like a lost soul, apparently has not walked out of Sha Qing’s death.

Five Dao bodies, headed by Jian Wushuang, travel through this deadly sky.

The dark brown ground beneath your feet seems to have no boundaries, and it extends forward indefinitely.

The dark brown ground is not the color at the beginning, but the color infiltrated by the blood of God and Yanxian.

Perhaps here, there has been a great ancient war, countless Yanxian, and even the great Yanxian died in this ancient war, and was eventually buried by the wind and sand, dead and desolate.

The further forward, the far sky began to change.

A series of cracks, like tears in the sky, tear the sky dome, and at the same time there is a square column engraved with mysterious ancient patterns, broken walls, floating in the air still.

An unspeakable, ancient silence, ancient atmosphere, unconsciously suppressed in everyone's mind.

Looking at the simple gravel distributed on the sky dome, Jian Wushuang began to build at the bottom of his heart, everything that happened in this war.

When the ground underneath was broken and cracked, the broken buildings finally appeared in everyone's eyes.

Chen Qing also became excited and his eyes became dignified. He has discovered that it is not easy to describe the site here.

"Brother Sword, what would you say is this place?" Chen Qing asked, looking for an answer.

Jian Wushuang did not answer him, but his figure accelerated.

When there were faults and pits in the ground before him, he stopped and looked forward.

Looking forward, everyone was horrified again.

I saw a broken, quaint, and broken hall suspended above the abyss in the broken ground in front.

Despite its brokenness and antiquatedness, it shows an intriguing trend.

Qingyun flows slowly in front of the broken hall.

"Here, it is a heavenly court, the former shattered heavenly court."

Sword Wushuang opened his mouth slowly and firmly.

Chen Qing swallowed involuntarily and agreed with Jian Wushuang's judgment.

Only where the emperor once existed will there be a flow of emperor luck.

At present, the giant palace floating on the abyss seems to have no other name to match its identity except the heavenly court.

In the early days of the establishment of the Great Siyu, who belonged to the Emperor Zhenwuyang, he experienced the most tragic war expansion.

Countless Jinghong Yanxian, and even Dayan Xian, have participated in this ancient war.

No Yanxian knows how long this ancient war will last, because all the participants died, and none of them have become one of the elders under Zhenwuyang.

But only the emperor who fell into the hands of Zhen Wuyang will never be smaller than ten.

Jian Wushuang alone knows that there are four of them. They are Yang Jun, Su He, and Dao Gong, who are now in the bowl of the bottle, and the emperor of the Spring and Autumn Period, Fenghua Emperor.

Right now, such a shattered former court of heaven may well have been established by an emperor who had been defeated by Zhen Wuyang.

"I really didn't expect that in this dead void, there was still a broken heaven in the past." Jian Wushuang sighed softly.