Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4809: Inspiration to the Six Emperor Heavens

Under his decision, Chen Qing stayed behind for six days.

Because Chunqiu and Cui Jing both stole a lot of peculiar Dan Maru sealed by Emperor Liuyao on the road, they all had different levels of promotion, and it was only a matter of time to achieve the status of Yanxian. So, he was also left behind.

This time to Da Mitian under the control of Gongzi Deng, Jian Wushuang only decided to move forward with the meaning of Qing.

After making his decision, he went to the square outside the hall to recuperate and recover.

Chen Qing and others also set their own interest rate adjustments. Since the collapse of the Northern Celestial State, the trauma to them has been so heavy that they have not recovered their strength after returning to the six-day realm.

Jan Wushuang's strength will certainly not return to its peak if he has inherited the sentiment inheritance of the Six Crow Emperor.

Now, he said that it was rearing and restoring. In fact, he has already begun to explore the six-crow Heavenly Emperor in his divine consciousness.

Diqing followed behind him incessantly, and the longing that could not be concealed in his eyes almost overflowed.

Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly, not bothering him, and proceeded to investigate the Six Crows.

Diqing also became nervous, concentrated, even more nervous than him.

At this moment, the sword monk who seemed to be an old monk in his mind suddenly came slowly, "What is your relationship with Gongzi Mo?"

"Ah?..." Yi Qing stunned, then reacted after a while, and said after a moment of contemplation.

"Actually, we are a kind of interest relationship, but it is far from being a friend. After all, we all take what we need."

Speaking of this, Diqing touched his nose a little embarrassedly, "He wants my shelter, and I want some luck from his emperor."

"The grandfather of Gongzi Mo? Zhenwu Yang's luck, what should I do?" Jian Wushuang looked at him.

Diqing did not conceal anything, "Every Chinese New Year, Master Zi will give me a ray of emperor Wuyang's luck, for me to understand, but with little success, I am still trapped in the position of Jiuzhuan , It is difficult to comprehend that the mysterious and mysterious emperor's luck."

Jian Wushuang heard and said, "Is the emperor above the nine-turned Dayan Immortal?"

Ti Qing shook his head, "Emperor also belongs to the realm of Dayan Immortal, but Dayan Immortal is by no means equivalent to Emperor, and can even be said to exist completely in two kinds with Emperor."

"If you want to become an emperor, you must understand and derive your own emperor's luck. Only then can you create a heavenly court and control the avenues of countless heavens."

"I have been trapped in Jiuhuan Dayanxian for a long time, and I will soon forget the beginning."

Fatigue flashed in his eyes, "If I don't say it, I'm afraid you won't believe it. I'm actually the same era as the emperor Zhenwu Yang of this big sect."

"But when he was at the fifth turn of Dayanxian, he realized and derived the emperor's luck, and I was trapped at the nineth turn. I don't know how many years ago, but still stagnated, even a trace of luck. I have never felt it."

Speaking of which, he sighed.

After listening to Jian Wushuang, I probably understood some more, and said slowly, "Training all the way to the end, the cultivation is nothing but the perception and control of Heavenly Path, Qi Yun, and such mysterious and mysterious things are far from using talent. To understand, the only thing I can do is to feel, to be appropriate. Although I am talking a little empty, the truth is so."

"Your way, your luck, maybe one day in the future, it may appear in your heart."

Sitting quietly, he began to relive the meaning of Jian Wushuang's words, seeming to be thinking about something.

Jian Wushuang no longer speaks much, sinking into contemplation and beginning to conquer the Six Crow Heavenly Emperor in his consciousness.

The six-crow heavenly emperor text is the last sentiment inheritance of the six-crow emperor. It is absolutely impossible to say that the sword is unparalleled.

He has a kind of intuition, even if he realizes a point, it will be a tremendous change for now.

But realizing that this kind of thing is not to invite guests to dinner, to guests to dinner, of course, this contains unknown big variables.

This is Jian Wushuang's first contact with the emperor's avenue, which is naturally very nervous.

In divine consciousness, the six-crow heavenly emperor presents a unique huaze, which gives life a sense of awe and pilgrimage, and reveals a breath of antiquity.

Jian Wushuang was transformed into a fictitious figure, walking in the sky of his consciousness.

After nearly ten million years of practice, he has gradually grown from the end of the micro to the present. His consciousness has already reached its perfection when he was at the ancestor level, and he has become an ever-changing sky and sea.

In his vast immense consciousness, he can go to the corner where he wants to go in a flash.

The six-crow heavenly scripture occupies more than half of the space in his consciousness, like a flying bird sleeping in the clouds.

And the closer to the realization, an unbearable heat swept through, burning the clothes worn by Jian Wushuang's phantom, and exposing his solid chest.

After reshaping his arm that was cut off by Emperor Six Raven, a terrible breath rushed under the skin of the entire arm, as if dark blue blood was flowing.

At the same time, Jian Wushuang also felt that the blood of the ancestor and phoenix left by Feng Qi, the ancestor of the Phoenix family in his divine universe, had become full from the original decline.

Everything seems to be done by the figurative Six Crow Heavenly Emperor.

Jian Wushuang was naked with his chest, and the long hair tied behind him broke through the girdle, and flew in the air, and the sacred lines of the gods flowed through the hair.

He walked slowly, facing the dim cloud that was falling asleep, with a magnificent look, and reached out with a finger.

In an instant, the mountains and seas are wiped out, the sun is dying, and the whole mind is in immense momentum.

Then the misty cloud embodied a bird.

The dark cyan bird, with a hexagonal head, has different colors at each corner, magnificent and mysterious.

It opened its eyes, and the golden pupil, pure and extreme, seemed to see Jian Wushuang through.

Four eyes are facing each other, as if separated by a whole period of time, with a barren, ancient silence, making him unbearable, he feels that every cell and pore in his body is like a heavy load, and he can't bear it anymore. It fell apart.

"Go home, this is not the luck you can control today. You can have it only when the sea is full of dust and the catastrophe is about to come."

The flying bird with a hexagonal head and billions of rose feathers, looking at Jian Wushuang, said the truth.

And the sword at the moment is unmatched, it is hard to say, it can’t move at all, and its whole body is completely captured by that kind of breath.

Small strands of sentimental breath, desperate to get into his body, at this moment he just couldn’t run.