Weapons and martial arts had souls, and swords had spirits. Only then could they reach a higher level.
And the only sword spirit that could grow into a peak Grand Development Immortal was the one slumbering in Three Inch Mountain's sword tomb.
Yu.
He, who was originally unavoidably heading towards destruction, actually reappeared at this moment, and with endless power, he directly crushed towards the black-robed man.
The black barrier shattered. As the sword spirit, the black-robed old man waved his hand heavily towards the black-robed man.
In an instant, it was as if the mountains and seas were destroyed, and eternity was severed.
The supreme palm actually directly smashed the black-robed man into fine powder.
…
The powerful Grand Development Immortal Chang Fu, who was a Nine Revolution Grand Development Immortal, could not erase the black-robed man even if he shattered his immortal source. But at this moment, the black-robed man was actually smashed into fine powder by a single palm.
This scene made all the disciples of Three Inch Mountain, including Jian Wushuang who just woke up, and Gongzi Jiu, stare with wide eyes.
Crushing, instant kill!
The black-robed man, who was like an undying nightmare, was directly smashed into fine powder at this moment. Jian Wushuang did not dare to believe this.
But it really happened. The black-robed man was once again smashed into fine powder.
"Hmph!"
The unimaginably huge shadow snorted coldly, then stood with his hands behind his back, turned around, and walked towards Three Inch Mountain's sacred mountain.
With every step, the huge shadow shrunk. When he reached Three Inch Mountain, he had already returned to his normal size.
Nan Xuan was already shocked to the point of speechlessness. He looked at him and stammered, "You, didn't you die?"
Once these words were said, all the disciples, including Gongzi Jiu's expression changed. They did not even dare to breathe loudly. One must know that this was a supreme expert who could kill the black-robed man with a single palm. Being said like this, it was inevitable that he would become angry out of humiliation.
However, the terrifying scene that they imagined did not appear. Instead, the black-robed old man said with some vexation, "Originally, I wanted to die directly. In the end, the outside world was so shaken that I could not bear it, so I revived and destroyed that guy!"
"…"
"…"
Just this?
The corner of Nan Xuan's mouth twitched, "Luckily, luckily you woke up. Otherwise, you would not be able to see us."
"Just a little bug like this can turn this place upside down?" The black-robed old man's face was filled with regret and disappointment, "Could it be that the Grand Si Region has weakened to such an extent?"
"…"
None of the disciples dared to speak. Jian Wushuang, who had just recovered from the brink of death, smiled bitterly.
Forget about them, even Chang Fu, who also came from the Ancient Gazing Era, ended up with a sad end.
After complaining for a while, the black-robed old man finally noticed the blood-soaked Jian Wushuang. He hurriedly strode towards him.
"Little friend, what's wrong with you?"
Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly. "I've made a fool of myself in front of Senior. I'm no match for him."
The black-robed old man's eyes widened when he heard this. "You are a Derived Immortal. Although you are no match for them, you still charge forward courageously. You have the same attitude as I did back then. Even these cowardly scoundrels don't dare to come forward?"
After he finished speaking, he looked at Xu Tuo, Nan Xuan, and Gongzi Jiu.
Gongzi Jiu subconsciously took a few steps back, not daring to say anything. The aura that the black-robed old man emitted was too domineering, causing anyone who heard it to keep quiet out of fear.
At the same time, he felt an extremely familiar aura from the black-robed old man. However, he did not act rashly and chose to keep quiet.
Nan Xuan hurriedly explained, "Don't look at me. I've been fighting side by side with you since the beginning."
The black-robed old man snorted angrily, then looked at Xu Tuo. "Little fellow, explain to me. Why was my little friend the only one who was severely injured? What are you doing? "
"…" Xu Tuo was speechless, then he smiled bitterly.
"Lord Yu, you must know that even if we were all tied up together, we would not be able to harm the black-robed old man at all."
"Not long ago, a Transformation Nine Great Derivation Immortal died here."
The black-robed old man was greatly shocked. "Transformation Nine Great Derivation Immortal? How is that possible?"
Jian Wushuang said solemnly. "Senior, it is indeed so. The Transformation Nine Great Derivation Immortal who died is called Chang Fu."
The black-robed old man said in disbelief, "Chang Fu, that silly little fellow?"
"…"
"…"
The corners of all the Derivation Immortals' mouths twitched. To be able to call a supreme expert from the Ancient Gazing Era a silly little fellow, how much experience and foundation did that require?
Moreover, from the looks of it, the black-robed old man seemed to have known Chang Fu a long time ago.
"It's a pity. This honest little fellow survived the great calamity, but who would have thought that he would be buried in this nameless place."
The black-robed old man seemed to be somewhat disappointed, causing him to be melancholic.
The flow of the galaxy was ultimately ever-changing.
The so-called Derivation Immortals, from the moment they confirmed their Dao, there was no possibility of them having a good ending.
Even Transformation Nine Great Derivation Immortals, or even peak Great Derivation Immortals, rarely had a good ending.
They were already above the Heavenly Dao, and could even change the Heavenly Dao at will. To them, fate was already endless.
Endless fate was like a cage, causing all the Derivation Immortals to sink into it.
What could not be suppressed by the Heavenly Dao's providence, was it not a cage of one's own?
The black-robed old man said slowly. "Alright, the little fellow has left. I've also avenged him, so I can close my eyes."
"Since there's nothing else here, then I'll continue to die."
"…"
Jian Wushuang and the rest attacked again.
This black-robed old man, whose origin was a sword spirit, seemed to always be unconventional and carefree when doing things.
He immediately killed the black-robed old man when he appeared, and then continued to seek death.
"Little fellow, I'll never see you again," the black-robed old man said with a smile as he looked at Jian Wushuang.
"Senior, take care," Jian Wushuang cupped his fists solemnly.
At that moment, Gongzi Jiu, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke. "Senior, we seem to have met before."
The black-robed old man turned around and looked at Gongzi Jiu in confusion. "You are?"
Gongzi Jiu smiled and cupped his fists. "I … I'm Zhen Wuyang's emperor's son."
"Emperor Zhen Wuyang's emperor's son?!" The black-robed old man's expression suddenly became extremely excited. "The galaxy has changed. I haven't seen you for many years. Yan 'er, you've actually grown so big?"
"Back then, this old man had personally hugged you."
"Wait? Yan 'er?!! "
Gongzi Jiu's proud expression was still frozen on his face when he realized that the black-robed old man seemed to have mistaken him for someone else.
Looking at his expression, Jian Wushuang could not help but smile.
Forcing a stiff smile, Gongzi Jiu said, "Senior, I'm not Gongzi Yan. I'm Second Emperor's son, Gongzi Jiu!"
This time, it was the black-robed old man's turn to be embarrassed. He stopped on the spot and narrowed his eyes. "Aiyaya, I'm old and muddle-headed. I didn't differentiate between the Great Emperor's son and Second Emperor's son. I hope Second Emperor doesn't blame me."
The corners of Gongzi Jiu's mouth twitched, and he could only indicate that it was fine.
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