The black-robed Derived Immortal's gaze froze, revealing a dense killing intent. "Old man, you will definitely die today!"
"Come and take it if you have the guts. Although I am already weak, crushing all of you is just like crushing a bunch of bugs."
Without another word, the remaining twelve Derived Immortals all moved out at this moment. The terrifying Derived Force that was enough to control a heaven region poured out.
Jian Wushuang frowned. With his current strength, it was easy for him to crush three to five ordinary Derived Immortals. However, there were twelve Derived Immortals attacking at the same time. Unless he summoned the three Emperors, none of them would be able to escape!
However, the three Emperors were his final trump card. In this strange and treacherous Great Derived World, Jian Wushuang would never show them to anyone unless his life was in danger.
He was confident that even if he was surrounded by so many Derived Immortals, he could still escape. However, the young Emperor and the rest would definitely not be able to escape.
With a palm strike, an even more vigorous Derived Force directly forced back nearly a hundred Ancestor-level cultivators. With Jian Wushuang as the leader, they started to escape towards the gate of Heaven City!
At this moment, Spring and Autumn also summoned the Eight-Armed Glaring Eye. With every wave of his hand, several Ancestor-level cultivators who could not dodge in time would perish!
At this moment, the young Emperor's cold eyes were dripping with blood. His sickly pale face turned even redder.
This time, there were so many people surrounding him, and their cultivation levels were so high. It was obvious that they were here to take his life!
A battle to the death was unavoidable, but his fate seemed to be destined.
Accompanied by a terrifying dark purple derivation force, the thin black-robed man's purple robes fluttered in the wind. He brought his palms together, and countless streaks of purple light linked together to form the thinnest and straightest saber.
The most ordinary slash was swung out, but it caused the ground to instantly crack. Pillars of light that shook the heavens and the earth surged out. With a destructive aura, they exploded among those top cultivators.
There was no sound. Even when every top cultivator perished, no one made a sound. There was only the tragic scene of the massacre.
This was a team with a clear goal and strict discipline. Even Jian Wushuang could not imagine who had such great power to organize such a team led by nearly twenty Derived Immortals and over a thousand Ancestor-level cultivators.
Could it be the Emperor?!
There was no answer. At this moment, Jian Wushuang was like an emotionless swordsman. Every time he swung the invisible longsword in his hand, he would easily reap several Ancestor-level lives.
As for Spring and Autumn, after gaining Eight Arms and Glaring Eyes, his strength had skyrocketed, and he was barely able to get out of the encirclement.
As for the young Imperial Emperor, his face turned even redder, and his strength decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye. If it wasn't for the skinny Purple Robe protecting him, he would have died in the encirclement.
The twelve Derived Immortals had surrounded the young Emperor at this moment. It was obvious that they were here to take his life.
Jian Wushuang, who was not far away, subconsciously looked back at the first stall. The mysterious stall keeper had disappeared without a trace.
Jian Wushuang quickly rubbed the Emperor Patterned Bone Armor with his hand, then quickly stuffed it into the Alms Bowl Vase.
At the same time, the tall and skinny old man's voice was transmitted into his ears from the Alms Bowl, "Little friend, did you encounter some trouble? I can feel a strong killing intent outside. "
Jian Wushuang heard this and used his consciousness to transmit his voice into the Alms Bowl, "It's fine for now. I am confident that I can leave this place."
The three Imperial Emperors heard this and responded. Then, everything returned to normal.
The Heavenly City in Jing Chuan Sky Region began to collapse. Such a terrifying battle had already attracted the enforcers of this Sky Region.
Close to a hundred strong figures wearing embroidered robes rushed over from all directions.
The leading Derived Immortal, a middle-aged man, rushed forward, but he was stopped by a dozen Ancestor-level experts.
One of the Ancestor-level experts faintly flashed a golden seal and said, "Idlers, retreat."
The middle-aged man's gaze was calm at first, but then, killing intent erupted without any warning. A pillar of Derived Force suddenly exploded in front of him, directly shattering the Ancestor-level expert into dust.
"Idlers, retreat? I am here today to take your lives! "
As the deep voice sounded, hundreds of embroidered robes descended from the sky and suddenly joined the battle.
There were a total of five Derived Immortals. The moment they joined the battle, the pressure on everyone relaxed.
"Little Imperial Emperor, Chen Qing came late. Please forgive me." The middle-aged man held a long sword surrounded by immortal energy. He forcibly tore through the encirclement and came in front of the little Imperial Emperor.
The little Imperial Emperor smiled bitterly, "Good, I am not late. Jing Chuan is so big, but only you are willing to save me."
After sending several Ancestor-level experts flying with one sword, Chen Qing's expression was somewhat serious, "They may have their own difficulties."
The little Imperial Emperor did not speak again. He looked at Jian Wushuang, who was trying his best to tear a hole in the encirclement.
He, who had been silent all this time, seemed to have made a decision in his heart and did not choose to leave.
A trace of viciousness suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart. The little Imperial Emperor's tightly knitted brows suddenly became sharp. Looking at the top cultivators who surrounded him like a sea, he smiled sinisterly. A dark purple flame quietly surged out of his palms.
A dark domain appeared with him as the center. It rapidly and crazily devoured every inch of land.
Countless pavilions turned into fine powder in this strange domain. At the same time, the remaining black-robed top cultivators in this domain only felt their vision darken. Their divine bodies seemed to have sunk into a swamp, and their movements began to become somewhat unnatural.
When the skinny purple-robed man who was dripping with divine blood saw this scene, a trace of pain flashed across his eyes.
In his own domain, the little Imperial Emperor seemed to have returned to his original appearance. His peak Derived Immortal realm seemed to still be rising.
Jian Wushuang saw it clearly. His gaze also focused. He could feel that the little Imperial Emperor's realm seemed to have broken through that layer of shackles and reached another unimaginable level.
The long hair that was cut to his shoulders danced in the wind. His luxurious robe, which was drawn with gold and silver threads, fluttered.
He casually pointed with his finger, and the space shattered. The Derived Immortal closest to him did not even have time to react before his chest suddenly crumpled into a ball. Then, his natural source was destroyed along with his body.
Killed with one finger!
Everyone widened their eyes in disbelief. Just a finger was enough to make a Derived Immortal die. Just how terrifying of an existence was this?
Spring and Autumn turned his face away. He recalled some past events.
In the past, the elder who had always served him in the Heavenly Court also had his immortal source shattered, and was destroyed along with the Heavenly Court.
After killing the Derived Immortal with one finger, the little Imperial Emperor's cold gaze focused on all the top cultivators in front of him.
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