This way, Jian Wushuang's weakness was revealed.
The combined strength of dozens of Derived Immortals was terrifying after all. The murderous intent that was as heavy as water engulfed him, causing him to be exhausted. His stamina had reached a critical point.
As for Di Qing, while dealing with two Grand Derivation Immortals, he also had to endure half of the Derived Immortals' attacks.
Gongzi Jiu looked at the two of them deeply, then said in a low voice, "Everyone, let's go to Changfu Mountain together!"
After he finished speaking, he took the lead and moved forward. Soon, he disappeared into the vast void.
After hearing this, Jian Wushuang inexplicably felt that something was wrong, but he could not get out of this situation.
A total of dozens of Derived Immortals were able to hold him back with all their might.
And Di Qing was also blocked by the two Grand Derivation Immortals. His body was trapped.
Just like that, the two of them were intentionally carried forward.
In the shattered void, as they moved forward and fought, the void shattered inch by inch.
Changfu Mountain.
Connecting heaven and earth, it was the most ancient existence in the entire Mahayana Heaven. It already existed before the concept of Mahayana Heaven existed.
Endless black clouds slowly surged around Changfu Mountain, it was extremely terrifying.
Gongzi Jiu, who was the first to arrive, clearly heaved a sigh of relief, then the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
The secret hidden under Changfu Mountain, other than himself, no other Derived Immortals knew.
This was his final trump card.
Being carried forward, Jian Wushuang also realized that something was wrong, but he could not break free, he could only move forward with Di Qing.
One of the two Grand Derivation Immortals died under Di Qing's terrifying attacks.
The remaining rank three Grand Derivation Immortal, at the last moment, paid the price of completely destroying his immortal source foundation, severely injuring one of his arms.
With the Grand Derivation Immortals dead, the threat disappeared. Facing the situation of less than seventy Derived Immortals remaining, Di Qing carried out a massacre.
Following the death of the Derived Immortals, the Great Dao in this area was in chaos.
Jian Wushuang was shocked when he saw this scene. The strength that Di Qing had displayed was too great. He was afraid that only Uncle Yu, who had destroyed the entire Northern Heaven Immortal Continent, could subdue him.
Although the two of them were unavoidably brought to Chang Fu Mountain, none of the hundred Derivation Immortals who held them hostage survived!
When the last Derived Immortal fell under Jian Wushuang's sword, apart from the remains of the immortal corpse, there was only dead silence left in the shattered void.
Jian Wushuang waved his hand to get rid of the divine blood on his hand, then slowly let out a turbid breath.
Killing nearly thirty over Derived Immortals was a huge drain on him.
However, he did not relax because there was a unique aura in the Heaven Domain.
In this vast Heaven Domain, there was a unique water-white color. It was like a landscape painting, filled with an unpredictable and unique beauty.
Especially in the middle of the ink-white flowing clouds, there was a Cang Mountain, a vast Cang Mountain.
Di Qing frowned slightly. "Where is this place? Why do I feel a sense of familiarity? Could this be one of those old fellows who haven't died yet?"
When Jian Wushuang heard that, he looked at him and said, "Those old fellows who haven't died, could they be like you, from the same era as Zhen Wu Yang?"
"Of course. However, thinking about it, other than those who have retreated from the world, there are probably very few who have participated in the war and survived," said Di Qing.
As the two of them conversed, Gong Zijiu's figure that had disappeared earlier quietly appeared again.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with cold killing intent and fury.
As his final trump card, the death of nearly a hundred Derived Immortals and two Grand Derivation Immortals was an irreparable loss. It caused his many years of accumulation to go up in flames.
Looking at Jian Wushuang and Di Qing, his killing intent was already aroused.
"The crimes you have committed, even dying ten thousand times will not be enough to atone for them!"
Gong Zijiu said furiously, "I will make you suffer ten thousand times more!"
As his voice fell, Chang Fu Mountain, which sat among the ink-colored flowing clouds, suddenly shook.
Wisps of water-white radiance shot out from the center of the mountain.
As if ten thousand suns were shining in the sky, all the flowing clouds were dispelled, revealing the dark and ancient mountain.
As the radiance shone, an aura that surpassed the era and the primordial era filled every inch of space.
This aura was extremely unique, causing the onlookers to have an illusion of being in a trance.
Di Qing's brows furrowed even tighter. He smelled a familiar scent.
When the billions of radiance converged, a figure wearing flowing clouds and mountain patterned robes slowly appeared.
It was a clean-shaven old man. His face was thin and craggy, like a deep abyss and lofty mountain.
Jian Wushuang focused his gaze. He could feel that the old man's aura far exceeded that of an ordinary Grand Derivation Immortal, giving off an unknown feeling.
After he saw the old man's appearance clearly, the corners of Di Qing's mouth slowly curled up, and then he said loudly, "I was wondering who was playing tricks. So it's Zhen Wuyang's number one lackey, Elder Chang Fu!"
Such shocking curses reverberated throughout the entire Heaven Region and Chang Fu Mountain.
Jian Wushuang raised his brows. Clearly, he heard many connotations from the old man's words.
It seemed that Di Qing and Chang Fu had known each other for a long time and seemed to have accumulated resentment.
When Gong Zijiu heard the curses, he was also startled. Then, he turned to look at the old man.
The old man called Chang Fu seemed to treat Di Qing's curses as farts and did not care at all.
He looked at Gong Zijiu and said slowly, "Didn't I say not to wake me up unless it's a matter of life and death?"
"Gong Zijiu knows, but Elder Chang Fu, the entire Mafia Heaven is now in a matter of life and death," Gong Zijiu said painfully. "My last foundation has been slaughtered by them. If I don't ask you to come out, I'm afraid even I won't be able to protect myself."
When the old man heard that, he did not speak again. His slightly turbid eyes looked at Di Qing, who was not far away.
"Di Qing, you should retreat. This era no longer belongs to us. I have no intention of engaging in a meaningless battle with you."
When Gong Zijiu heard that, he frowned and said, "Elder Chang Fu, you can't let them go just like that! Otherwise, my dead subjects can't have died in vain! "
Di Qing smiled coldly. "Chang Fu, where did your imposing manner go? How did you become so old and frail? It seems that an old dog with a broken back is no longer loved by its master. "
Jian Wushuang cursed inwardly. Once these extremely sarcastic words were spoken, it would be difficult for everything to stop.
As expected, Elder Chang Fu's expression changed. His long robes began to flutter, and an ancient aura burst forth.
"Since the Second Highness has given the order, then Chang Fu will make the last trip."
He calmly said these words, and with the decisiveness that belonged to his era, he slowly walked forward.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
