A sword spanning billions of miles, and a brilliant Derivational Force poured out.
It was impossible to cause damage to any part of the world in the Great Yan Huan except for Derivational Immortals.
Even Jian Wushuang had to borrow the strength of the three Imperial Emperors to barely destroy the Destruction Scripture River back then. From this, one could see how difficult it was.
What kind of existence was this sword that could destroy the void for hundreds of millions of miles?
"A bunch of ignorant fellows, do you know that you have to protect the environment?" An impatient voice resounded in the void.
Jian Wushuang stared at the source of the voice and saw a hazy figure standing in the distance. Even though he was so far away, he could feel a kind of supreme pressure that was beyond his knowledge.
However, the blurry figure only appeared for a moment and then disappeared.
"This is only a warning. If you dare to destroy wantonly and treat all living things as nothing, all of you can disappear."
The majestic voice resounded in the void and only disappeared after a long time.
Such a terrifying sword strike and such a mysterious figure appeared for a brief moment and disappeared in the end.
Looking at the sword mark that tore billions of miles of void, all the Derivational Immortals' mouths twitched. It was too overbearing.
The sword that attacked indiscriminately killed close to 20 Derivational Immortals. If Jian Wushuang did not hold the young Emperor back at the critical moment, both of them would have died.
After recovering from the shock, Jian Wushuang sneered as he looked at the remaining ten over Derived Immortals in front of him.
The situation that was originally one-sided was turned around by the mysterious person's sword.
Including Jian Wushuang, the young Emperor had a total of six Derivational Immortals and one Ancestor-level Derivational Immortals. On the other hand, there were only 12 Derivational Immortals left.
Just him and Chen Qing alone could fight against 12 Derivational Immortals, let alone with the help of the young Emperor, the skinny Purple Robe, and the others.
The feminine Derivational Immortal did not have the heart to fight anymore. After shouting for a quick retreat, he prepared to escape.
An extremely dark vine seemed to grow from nothingness and clung to his body with a dense death aura.
The surrounding void seemed to swell, and even the Derivational Force in his body stiffened.
The terror of being on the verge of death terrified the feminine Derivational Immortal. "Quick, come and save me!"
However, the rest of the fleeing Derivational Immortals did not look at him. They all scattered in the void and disappeared.
What was waiting for him was a group of extremely terrifying Demonic Beasts.
The feminine Derivational Immortal turned his head with difficulty and could not even speak clearly.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." The young Emperor's face was gloomy as he held a sword.
Hearing this, he was overjoyed. His tongue had been cut off, but it would grow back in at most a few thousand years. At the very least, he would still be alive.
Immediately, the feminine Derived Immortal stuck out his tongue and mumbled, "Thank, thank you, little Emperor Lord."
The blade's Derivational Immortal's tongue was cut off.
He released a muffled groan, divine blood gushing out from his mouth. Without waiting for him to close his mouth, another sword came, directly piercing through his face. Terrifying derivation force poured out from the blade, blasting his entire head and immortal source to pieces.
Jian Wushuang took half a step back and frowned.
This young Sovereign Emperor's desire to kill was too strong, and it could be seen from this.
The feminine Derivational Immortal Derivational Immortal without his head and Immortal Derivational Immortal fell into the void.
In the entire void, only the remains of many Derivational Immortals were left. They floated silently.
The young Emperor sheathed his Derivational Immortal Derivational Immortal Derivational Immortal slowly turned around. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Jian Wushuang. A strand of God Blood flowed out of his nostrils without warning.
Then, he fainted.
The skinny Purple Robe seemed to have expected this. He carried the young Emperor and ran towards the imperial chariot that was still intact.
Chen Qing smiled bitterly. "My old habit is acting up again."
Jian Wushuang did not ask any more questions. He rushed towards the other imperial chariots with Spring and Autumn.
In this fierce battle, only three imperial chariots were left. On the contrary, those dragon-like and sheep-like beasts did not suffer many casualties.
Chen Qing waved his hand and fastened the imperial chariot. Only then did he leave and continue forward.
Encountering an ambush halfway, the situation of only six people remaining could be said to be tragic. If it wasn't for the mysterious person's interference, it was likely that today would be a situation of nine deaths and one life.
At this moment, even Jian Wushuang was puzzled. How did he survive until now after so many ambushes?
The imperial chariot continued forward. Only Spring and Autumn sat with Jian Wushuang.
"Brother Jian, does Gong Ziyan have some hidden illness? Did you see that just now? This is already the second time, "Spring and Autumn said softly.
Jian Wushuang thought for a moment and said, "We can't rule out this possibility. Based on the repeated ambushes, it's already a miracle that he survived."
Spring and Autumn held his forehead and said, "It's hard to believe that I, who wanted to kill him the most, am actually standing on the same line as him."
Jian Wushuang smiled. "When the time is right, it's not too late for us to leave."
"That's the only way." Spring and Autumn nodded helplessly and then said softly, "However, it's easier now that we know that he has a hidden illness. If we really want to fall out with him one day, we can also severely injure him."
He shook his head and did not say anything else.
Only the faint whistling of the wind was left in their ears.
Another 20 days of travel passed. There were no more accidents for the rest of the journey.
When they were about to reach the end of the journey, the void around them was gradually replaced by heavenly realms that were filled with boundless derivation power.
The derivation power was so dense that it was almost solid. The aura of living beings was dense in the void.
Seven-colored rainbow shadows spanned across the heavens and supported the heavenly realms.
Passing through them made one feel as if they were in a dream. It was relaxing and happy.
He waved his hand and pulled open the curtains in front of the window. After seeing this scene, even Jian Wushuang sighed inwardly.
The nine super heavenly realms were like gates. They were like stars surrounding the moon, setting off the vaster Heavenly Court in the center.
Thousands of waterfalls flowed down from the edge of the Heavenly Court like jade ribbons. It was indescribably grand and mysterious.
"Brother Jian, this should be the Heavenly Court of the True Martial Sun." Spring and Autumn's expression was grave.
Immediately after, an uneasy restlessness came from the Alms Bowl. The cork of the bottle was gently opened, and the voices of the three Imperial Emperors sounded out.
"Little friend, what's going on? Why do I feel like something's wrong here?"
"Why is this aura so familiar? It makes me feel inexplicably irritated."
Jian Wushuang laughed bitterly and said in a low voice, "Seniors, we should be entering the Heavenly Court of the True Martial Sun now."
"..."
"What?" Little friend, are you going to attack the lair of the True Martial Sun? This Monarch's True Shadow has yet to recover! "
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