No one knew when Jian Wushuang had appeared. His figure stood in the void, and a brilliant light seeped out from the gaps between his fingers. Like golden sand, it scattered across the entire Whirling Heaven.
The people who were bitterly resisting felt the pressure on their bodies loosen. The earth-shattering eight-armed glare actually stopped at this moment. Then, the eight arms retracted and four eyes closed.
"What, what's going on?"
Chun Qiu was puzzled at first. Then, he looked at Jian Wushuang, who was standing in the void and surrounded by a brilliant light that resembled golden sand, and understood everything.
Jian Wushuang had already imperceptibly given him the impression that he was able to turn the tide and that everything was within his control.
And the last person who could give Chun Qiu such a calming feeling was his emperor father, Feng Hua.
As the eight-armed glare stopped, the entire Whirling Heaven was on the verge of collapse.
The bald arhat, whose divine body had been blown to smithereens, stared at Jian Wushuang in despair with his eyes wide open.
Although the Derived Immortal Realm was close to immortality as long as one's aura was not extinguished, he was terrified. He felt that everything in his body was rapidly dissipating, as if some kind of supreme energy was stripping him away.
Slowly exhaling a turbid breath, Jian Wushuang reached out and grabbed the bald arhat's head from afar.
The great terror between life and death caused his teeth to chatter, and he couldn't even speak properly.
"Lord Derived Immortal, please let me go …"
Jian Wushuang obviously couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense. If the bald arhat hadn't come out to rob him earlier, this series of events wouldn't have happened.
Now that things had come to this, it was time to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots.
He stretched out his index and middle fingers and pointed at the bald arhat's face. An irresistible tyrannical energy directly crushed his origin.
"No …"
The ugly head was shattered. Ancestor Whirling Heaven, who had occupied the entire Whirling Heaven, had finally fallen at the hands of Jian Wushuang.
In order to prevent him from dying completely, Jian Wushuang used a great magical power to completely wipe out nearly a hundred million miles of heaven and earth in the Whirling Heaven, eliminating any aura that could possibly reignite.
At this point, without harming any other living beings, more than half of Whirling Heaven had been reduced to a dead zone.
Following the death of the bald arhat, the earth-shattering eight-armed glaring eyes did not disappear. Instead, it transformed into a palm-sized colored pottery and fell into Jian Wushuang's hand.
His eight arms were stretched out and his eyes were as big as bells. He was actually a little ugly but adorable …
Landing on the ground, Spring and Autumn excitedly went up to greet him. "Brother Jian, you're amazing!"
Jian Wushuang smiled and tossed the palm-sized pottery to Chun Qiu. "For you."
"What is this?" Spring and Autumn hurriedly caught it and fiddled with it curiously.
As soon as the bald arhat died, his disciples who had scattered like birds and beasts were also wiped out by Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang leaped onto the deck and returned to his usual position at the bow of the ship, where he began to meditate.
Zheng Ying glanced at his back and then returned to the ship.
After the battle in Whirling Heaven, the originally large group was reduced to less than twenty people. More than half of them had died in the waters of the Colossal Sea Heavenly Symphony.
And this treacherous great voyage was about to come to an end.
After passing through Whirling Heaven and Earth and continuing forward, the mysterious Zheng Ying quietly disappeared for a period of time.
For some reason, Jian Wushuang felt an indescribable sense of worry for this mysterious woman.
As the voyage neared its end, the vast immortal energy of the heavens and earth replaced the treacherous and treacherous waves from before.
The mysterious atmosphere eased Jian Wushuang's vigilant heart.
From time to time, immortals riding red-crowned cranes would leave a trail of white in the sky. All sorts of extremely powerful figures seemed to form the main color of the Great Yan Huan.
After several years, the ship finally reached its destination — the Jingchuan.
This was an extremely vast and majestic super heavenly domain. Rumor had it that this was once a Daoist field comprehended by an unparalleled Sovereign Emperor. It was extremely rich in derivation energy and had never been destroyed.
Looking at the several huge ships sailing on the sea, the top cultivators who came and went were already used to it. They did not even look at them curiously.
After passing through the river, several huge ships entered one after another. At this moment, a dozen black-robed Derived Immortals arrived.
The skinny purple-robed man immediately threw a faint golden seal into the hand of the leader.
After several breaths of time, the leading black-robed Derived Immortal waved his hand and the Heavenly Gate formed by the cloud mist opened.
"We're finally here." Spring Autumn stretched and subconsciously glanced forward from the corner of his eyes. He was suddenly startled.
Jian Wushuang also frowned slightly.
Behind the heavenly gate of the Jingchuan, a figure wearing luxurious clothes with a somewhat undisciplined expression stood there, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.
Seeing that the huge ship had arrived safely, the young Sovereign Emperor curled his lips into a smile and leaped onto the deck.
"Greetings, young Sovereign Emperor." The skinny purple-robed man and the dozen other purple-robed men knelt on one knee and reported.
"Thank you for your trouble." The young Sovereign Emperor nodded. His derivation energy turned into a breeze that lifted the skinny purple-robed man and the others. Then, he shifted his gaze to Jian Wushuang.
"You did well. What do you want? Goddess, cultivation method, Realm of Heaven? "He listed a dozen things one by one and waited for Jian Wushuang's reply.
"Fifty years." Jian Wushuang said something that no one knew where it came from.
The young Sovereign Emperor smiled. "70 years."
Jian Wushuang acquiesced. Then, he said, "Since there's nothing else, I'll go back and sleep."
"There's no hurry. You probably haven't been to the Jingchuan before. I'll take you around here. It won't be too late to come back later." After the young Sovereign Emperor finished speaking, he did not wait for Jian Wushuang to reply. He put his hands behind his back and leisurely rushed to the Jingchuan.
Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly. Then, he said to Spring and Autumn beside him, "Wait for me here. I'll be back soon."
Spring and Autumn looked around and hurriedly shook his head. "Forget it. I'll follow Brother Jian. We can take care of each other."
Jian Wushuang did not say anything else. His figure floated forward.
As the most vast heaven and earth, the Jingchuan had a terrifying foundation. The cultivators who could come here were all top cultivators.
With just a glance, there were hundreds of Ancestor-level existences.
Jian Wushuang and Spring and Autumn had a simple discussion about Ancestor-level existences not long ago.
In the Great Yan Huan, the ultimate of all things, there was no such thing as Ancestor-level existences. Instead, it was replaced by Ancestor-level existences.
In other words, every Ancestor-level existence in the Great Yan Huan was actually called Ancestor-level existences.
At the same time, these Ancestor-level top cultivators in the Great Yan Huan were slightly weaker than Ancestor-level existences in the Divine Power Universe.
And this half was the fate of the Great Dao. It could not be replicated. Moreover, it was a unique fate of the Great Dao.
He walked side by side with the young Sovereign Emperor. They landed in front of the Jingchuan's door and walked on the vast and boundless plains.
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