However, the accumulated derivation force only existed for a moment before it dissipated.
Pain. It was a crushing pain that came from his consciousness.
His consciousness, immortal source, and immortal body had all been destroyed in the Northern Heaven Immortal Prefecture's destruction.
During the final destruction, he'd used his immortal body to absorb more than half of the destructive aura to protect Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, and Yin Ling.
As a result, Jian Wushuang had almost been crushed by the great momentum.
If it hadn't been for the ancestral phoenix blood that Feng Qi had left in him, Jian Wushuang would've fallen into a long slumber despite his Perfect Chaotic Creature status.
As he sensed the ancestral phoenix blood in his body gradually dimming, he knew that the divine blood Feng Qi had left in him would disappear completely after one more time.
Apart from his eyes, Jian Wushuang's other body parts were in an uncontrollable state of chaos.
He endured the pain of his consciousness being shattered, severed, and fused again as he looked around and in front of him.
Sandstorms filled the sky as the team of several hundred people slowly moved forward. He didn't know where they were going.
He wanted to move, but he found himself tied up like a dumpling by a unique chain. He lay on the Black Mountain Crystal and couldn't move at all.
Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, and the others beside Jian Wushuang were all wrapped up like dumplings without exception. They were still unconscious and had no idea where they were.
Jian Wushuang struggled to get up, but the pain from every cell in his body forced him to hold on for a while before he finally fainted again.
As he closed his eyes, he saw a giant black door appear in the misty yellow sand.
… …
"Ugh …"
Jian Wushuang woke up from his initial coma with a soft groan.
Sweat poured from his temples. Although he'd recovered to some extent, he'd only recovered ten percent at most. He could barely mobilize the weak derivation force.
This was the most serious injury he'd suffered since coming to the Great Yan Huan. His immortal body had almost been shattered.
It was also because of this that Jian Wushuang realized Uncle Yu's terrifying strength.
He killed two Grand Development Immortals with a wave of his hand and shattered Di Qing's Immortal Origin with a single finger. What kind of terrifying existence was he?
Could it be that he was at the same level as Emperor Zhen Wuyang?
There was no answer. Jian Wushuang could only think that they had escaped from Uncle Yu's clutches.
The cause of Gongzi Mo's death would be completely buried. At the very least, no one would be able to trace it back to them.
Jian Wushuang slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath. Only then did he realize that his current situation was not optimistic. It could even be described as terrible.
This was because Jian Wushuang was tied up by ropes and hung high on a city wall.
It wasn't just him. The unconscious Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, and the others were all lined up beside him. Without exception, they were all hung from the city walls.
It was unknown what this city wall was made of, but thick bone spikes were exposed on the dark wall, making it look extremely hideous.
Looking at the sky, the crimson clouds condensed from resentment and blood qi were almost materialized.
How many deaths had he committed to create such a scene?
Jian Wushuang had a headache. Ever since he entered the Great Yan Huan, he had been in a passive situation.
He had just survived in the Northern Heaven Immortal Continent, and now he was in such a state.
Because he had not recovered from his injuries, he could not even use his evolution force freely. Therefore, he could not do anything about the ropes on his body and could only be hung from the city wall.
Then, Jian Wushuang looked to his side. Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, and the others had suffered different degrees of injuries, but they were far from fatal. Their auras were stabilizing.
When he looked to his right, he was shocked.
Di Qing, who had been killed by Uncle Yu and had his Immortal Origin crushed, was hanging beside Jian Wushuang in the same posture. Although his aura was faint, he was still alive.
Di Qing was not dead. This was definitely not good news. It was a huge threat to him.
Jian Wushuang began to think about how to kill him.
Not only Di Qing, but there was also a figure in broken armor hanging on the city wall.
Jian Wushuang saw it clearly and immediately recognized the figure in broken armor. It was the young guard who had held him hostage before, one of the Seven Swordsmen.
Among these figures, only the most important one was missing. It was Yin Ling, who was wearing the Heaven-Patterned Bone Armor.
Even at the last moment of the Immortal Continent's destruction, Jian Wushuang took Yin Ling's existence into consideration and protected her. She could not have died.
Now that she was missing, there was only one possibility. She had been taken away by the people in this evil city.
At this moment, Chen Qing and Chun Qiu woke up slowly. They looked around dizzily and were speechless.
"Where are we? Have we escaped from the Northern Heaven Immortal Continent …" Chen Qing said dizzily. Then, he saw Jian Wushuang and his eyes lit up.
"Brother Jian, we're not dead?!"
"Of course not." Chun Qiu was extremely weak. "But we're not far from death."
"It's good that we've escaped. We've lived together this time … Wait, isn't our current geographical location a bit strange?"
"Who the hell hung us on the city wall?!" Chen Qing was shocked. He tried to twist his body to break free, but he found that he could not exert any strength.
Jian Wushuang spoke at the right time. "Don't waste your strength. Recover well. I think those who captured us will come out soon."
As his voice fell, the dusty city gate slowly opened. A faint smell of blood wafted out.
Jian Wushuang could not help but frown. It seemed that this Immortal Continent was indeed bloodthirsty, just as he had guessed.
As the city gate slowly opened, a team of eight people walked out.
In the center of the team, four people carried a soft bed on their shoulders.
On the soft bed, there was a disheveled young man with disheveled clothes lying on the bed.
"Needless to say, it must be these bastards who kidnapped us!" Chen Qing's face was ashen. He wanted to go down there and bleed them.
Chun Qiu's expression also changed. He said in a low voice, "Oh no, the Storage Ring is gone …"
The Storage Ring was personally given to Jian Wushuang by the young Emperor when he and the others left the Six Heavens Realm. The amount of Black Mountain Crystals stored in it was almost terrifying.
The number of Black Mountain Crystals in it was enough to make the top cultivators in a heaven fight over it.
Now that it was lost, it was an immeasurable loss.
"These bastards who trapped us must have taken it. When I recover, I'll crush them directly." Chen Qing gritted his teeth. However, he was severely injured and would not be able to fight back against an Ancestor-level top cultivator.
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