The Emperor's body that he thought was just an empty shell opened its eyes at this moment. He was so shocked that his eyeballs almost popped out. His body went limp and he almost collapsed on the ground.
All the Derived Immortals were shocked. They all took a step back and trembled in fear.
That kind of existence was already beyond their imagination. Naturally, they did not have any desire to fight.
As the figure in the Emperor's robe opened its golden eyes, the four figures around him also opened their eyes simultaneously.
The momentum surged!
The air seemed to have frozen. The four figures that were like immortal peaks looked straight ahead without smiling.
"My Lord, please retreat and leave …"
The wretched Derived Immortal's legs trembled. He was already dizzy.
Actually, these four figures were Chen Qing, Di Qing, Chun Qiu, and Cui Jing. Even the Emperor's true body that was sitting on the Emperor's throne and wearing the Emperor's robe was Jian Wushuang impersonating him …
The reason why he did this was because he had no other choice.
Originally, Jian Wushuang planned to directly kill some Derived Immortals who accidentally barged in. Who knew that he would see the previous scene as soon as he stepped out of the hall.
The battle of close to a hundred Derived Immortals was vigorous. Even if more than half of them died, it was still a huge force.
Besides Jian Wushuang who received Emperor Six Crow's comprehension inheritance and recovered his strength to his peak, the rest of them still had not fully recovered their strength.
Di Qing who had recovered 60% of his strength was unclear. Jian Wushuang did not count him in.
If they fought with this group of close to 50 Derived Immortals, even if Jian Wushuang and the rest won, it would be a pyrrhic victory. It was not worth it to make a move.
That was why he came up with this plan to chase away these Derived Immortals.
However, what he did not expect was that although these Derived Immortals were about to be scared out of their wits, they did not have the slightest intention of escaping.
Jian Wushuang frowned and secretly glanced at Chen Qing who was standing beside him.
Chen Qing immediately understood. He took a step forward and shouted, "Trespassers of the Heavenly Court, die!"
The thunderous voice that sounded like a great bell had completely destroyed the Derived Immortal's psychological defense.
"My Lord, let's retreat. If we don't leave now, we'll all die here!"
The vulgar Yan Xian said with a trembling voice. Clearly, he planned to flee without caring about anything else.
The old Yan Immortal gritted his teeth and did not say anything. He was unwilling to give up on the Heavenly Court that he had found by chance after going through so much hardship. How could he be willing?
When Chen Qing saw that they had no intention of leaving, he took a step forward and prepared to give them another warning.
But because his steps were too big, he directly pulled the wine gourd hidden at his waist, and more than ten Black Mountain Crystals scattered on the ground.
The wine gourd drew an arc on the jade floor and rolled to the feet of the old Derived Immortal.
The air was suffocating.
The old Yan Immortal lowered his head to look at the relatively new gourd by his feet and then looked at the Black Mountain Peak crystals scattered on the ground. He immediately seemed to understand something.
"Are you all impersonators?"
Chen Qing looked embarrassed and looked at Jian Wushuang.
"Fight!" With a simple word, Jian Wushuang suddenly stood up from the Emperor's Throne. An invisible sword had already formed in his hand.
"Kill them all!"
The old Yan Immortal who came back to his senses shouted furiously, "Leave none alive!"
In an instant, forty-two Derived Immortals and forty-two Derived Forces surged and directly suppressed Jian Wushuang and the others.
Chen Qing directly patted the true sword at his waist and charged forward with a powerful sword intent.
Spring and Autumn also directly summoned the Eight Arms Glaring Eyes and charged forward.
Cui Jing, who was the weakest and did not have any trump cards, was blocked by Spring and Autumn.
"Immeasurable."
A soft murmur sounded. Di Qing also made his move. A black crow appeared behind him and raised its head to cry.
Such a powerful force directly faced the combined attack of forty-two Derived Immortals.
Clang! Swish … "
The blade was extremely sharp and directly tore apart the endless Derived Forces.
Di Qing's black crow, Chen Qing's sword intent, Spring and Autumn's Eight Arms Glaring Eyes, all of them exploded in front of the Derived Immortals at this moment.
One sword directly shattered a Derived Immortal's Immortal Source. Jian Wushuang hurriedly glanced back at Di Qing before continuing to fight.
Even though he had only recovered sixty percent of his strength, the terror of a Nine Transformation Great Derived Immortal was immediately revealed.
The Black Crow Treasure Image shattered, directly shattering the Immortal Source of ten Derived Immortals.
However, after this clash, the original forty-three Derived Immortals were reduced to twenty or so.
The old Yan Immortal in the lead almost had his neck severed by Jian Wushuang's sword.
"Sir, please retreat …"
This time, the wretched Derived Immortal did not finish his words. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the invisible sword in front of his chest.
After destroying it with one slash, Jian Wushuang did not stop at all. He held the sword hilt with both hands and slashed down with three thousand sword intents.
The old Derived Immortal's shocked gaze contained a bit of rage. Then, his arms shook, and the space around him suddenly changed. At this moment, it seemed to refract a kind of diamond-shaped seven-colored brilliance, extremely magnificent and ferocious.
At the same time, there were needle-like rays of light that appeared from every diamond-shaped brilliance, all of them rushing towards Jian Wushuang.
Because all of this happened too quickly, Jian Wushuang could not dodge in time. Immediately, nearly a thousand rays of refracted brilliance pierced through his body!
The indescribable pain of being cut apart seemed to even shatter his divine sense.
However, this only stopped Jian Wushuang for an instant. Due to inertia, the invisible sword in his hand still heavily slashed the old Derived Immortal's shoulder in the end.
With a swish, the incomparably sharp Sword Intent almost split him into two from the middle.
He screamed out in pain, the shoulder blade on his shoulder directly shattered, and divine blood spurted out.
Jian Wushuang also retreated at the same time, holding his chest, a trace of divine blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
Because he had already cut off his mortal past when he came to the Great Yan Huan, his ancestral fate and divine power were all returned to the divine power universe. Therefore, he did not have the so-called Celestial Source.
It was precisely because he did not have the most important Derived Immortal Source that he was able to escape this calamity.
He had a feeling that the old Derived Immortal's move was enough to shatter any Celestial Source.
The old Derived Immortal who was also heavily injured staggered back, and the Derived Power that surged around him dimmed.
Perhaps due to the rapid dissipation of the Derived Power, the old Derived Immortal's face began to rapidly change.
The rather mature and square ordinary face disappeared, and it was replaced by a handsome face that was full of heroic spirit.
After seeing that face clearly, Jian Wushuang's eyes had already turned serious.
That face was none other than the third prince, Gongzi Yu, who had participated in the fight for the peach in Zhen Wu Yang's Heaven Realm.
However, at this moment, his sudden arrival was clearly out of Jian Wushuang's expectations.
As the third prince under Zhen Wu Yang, how could he possibly appear here at this time?
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