Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4863: Dark source

And what is strange is that on these irregular weird rocks, there are still many unknown weeds growing up to the end, endless.

It is as if this was the tip of an iceberg of a world, a buried world.

Although it was extremely dark under this abyss, the little emperors quickly noticed their existence and began to move closer to Jian Wushuang.

"God, where is this place? Are all the black mountains on the ground suspended?" Chen Qing looked at the scene in front of him, and said in shock.

"It seems that this place used to be a world on the earth. I don't know why, it was buried in the heart of the earth." Xiaodijun said analytically.

Jian Wushuang didn't speak. He crouched down and touched a weed lightly with his hand, turning it into a fluffy ash in an instant.

Chen Qing said again, "Weirdness is a little weird, but fortunately there is no threat. As long as we don't release Yanli, we can always leave here."

At this time, the thin purple robe, who had not spoken, said, "The road when I came here is gone."

Everyone looked up subconsciously, and sure enough, there was a strange stone dome above their heads, not an upward exit.

Little Emperor then looked at Jian Wushuang, "Brother Jian, do you have any opinion?"

"Go forward." Jian Wushuang looked forward and said in a deep voice.

A group of four people are walking under this abyss.

The ancient, deserted silence, weird to the extreme.

Jian Wushuang walked in the forefront, his eyes becoming more solemn.

He felt the throbbing throbbing in his heart inexplicably, as if something was about to happen.

The weird rocks underfoot are undulating and messy.

Because he was walking in the forefront, he soon understood why the throbbing in his heart had started.

In front of the hazy black air, one side collapsed in the center of a hundred miles of rock, kneeling down, a strange figure.

Even Jian Wushuang couldn't see the figure clearly.

As a result, the first heaven in the next three days became the source of the dead zone, and the infinite black air that covered the sky and the sun surged from the front.

Xiao Dijun and the others also saw the kneeling figure for the first time, and their expressions were extremely solemn.

In such an underground world that has not been sealed since when, seeing this scene, I am afraid that no one will take it lightly.

"That guy, shouldn't it be the source of the disaster for the entire First Domain," Chen Qing whispered.

Xiao Dijun narrowed his eyes and said, "If it is true, then we can take this opportunity to seal him off."

"Don't move rashly, I'm afraid that figure will never be as calm as it is now." Jian Wushuang reminded.

How could it be a dead existence that can provoke such a majestic and weird black spirit.

The next moment, seemingly to confirm Jian Wushuang's thoughts, a nuanced sound of bone cracks resounded under this abyss.

With the sound of this sound, the figure that was kneeling on the rocky ground suddenly trembled.

Jian Wushuang's eyes condensed, and he hurriedly made Xiao Dijun and the others retreat.

"No way, can this come alive too?!" Chen Qing was a little dumbfounded, watching this scene in disbelief.

With the continuous resounding of bone cracks, the figure who was buried under the abyss, how many years of age, actually stood up slowly.

It was a figure covered with hideous wounds, and the armor made of unknown material was completely damaged, revealing a body that had long since disappeared.

Two black rays shot out from the visor on his head.

In the face of such a dead creature, even Jian Wushuang felt heart palpitations.

Because he discovered that the Yanli in his body shuddered in an incredible way when facing this dead creature?

This is really weird.

Could it be that this silent, dead creature was also an emperor during his lifetime, was beheaded by Zhen Wuyang and buried here?

But Jian Wushuang quickly rejected this idea. He had been in close contact with the four emperors, and he naturally knew the unique luck of the emperor.

At the moment, this creature does not have the emperor's luck, and there is not even a trace of the fluctuation of the power.

On his whole body, only the horrible black energy surged.

He seems to have awakened from Wanggu's deep sleep, and the two black lights immediately locked Jian Wushuang several people.

Then the dead creature slowly raised an arm, and the broken palm squeezed hard.

The void suddenly collapsed, and the indescribable force squeezed in all directions.

Except for Jian Wushuang, Xiao Dijun, thin purple robe, Chen Qing and the three snorted at the same time, as if they had been severely injured, and the corners of their mouths overflowed with a ray of blood.

"Damn it, it really gives me energy..." Chen Qing's breath was languid, but he didn't dare to release his strength to resist.

Because the black energy's restraint on Yanli almost reached the point of incomprehension, as long as there is a trace of Yanli released, it will definitely be hit hard by retrieving the original wish.

The prisoners and supervisors who have died are the best examples.

In this situation, only Jian Wushuang can turn the tide.

The inability to apply Yanli, for Yanxian, is an unimaginable thing, because even the simplest urging of Xianyuan will consume Yanli.

Jian Wushuang is relatively less affected by this.

Except for the two ancestral arts, and the Xian-style a little mountain and river that requires derivation, his Wushuang kendo, the Xinghehuhai sword intent, and the second immortal-style selfless true shadow all don’t require derivation.

So at the first time, he directly used the selfless true shadow to bless himself to deal with the next situation.

After only one blow hit Xiaodijun and the others, the dead creature took a step towards them.

The extremely thick black Qi was constantly absorbed by him, and then he repaired the hideous and terrifying wounds on his body.

Jian Wushuang was moved in his heart, and he slashed forward.

Xinghehuhai Jianyi, the first release!

The incomparable sword intent ascended, swept across, illuminating the entire abyss for a moment, and then slashed towards the figure of the dead creature.

The next moment, a scene that no one had expected appeared.

The vast sword intent cut in front of it, and it turned out to be like a ruin, cutting the body of the dead creature into two parts...

Everything was too easy, so simple that Jian Wushuang did not react, and his figure was scattered on the rocks.

"That's it, that's it?" Chen Qing's eyes were a little dull, "Is he vulnerable, or the sword brother, you are too strong..."

Jian Wushuang slowly shook his head. He could feel that it was not that he was too strong, but that the dead creature was too vulnerable.

He seems to be too old, as if through endless years, making himself extremely weak.