Hearing this, Jian Wushuang quickly retreated.
That killing intent was too strong. He instinctively retreated, but the danger had already descended upon him a moment ago.
A column of blood spurted out like a fountain.
Plop.
Jian Wushuang leaned back and fell heavily to the ground.
The power of the double was very small, but he was severely injured with just a glance.
But this was exactly what he wanted. If Xia Mang did not scold or beat him, he would have been dragged out and killed.
The face of an expert was the most important.
How could he talk nicely after killing someone's descendant?
"This is a small punishment for your crime!"
Xia Mang said as he took a sip of tea.
Killing Jian Wushuang was a big problem for him, but he could not let it go easily.
He disguised himself and entered the royal family of the Great Xia.
At the very least, he had to find out what Jian Wushuang was up to.
However, he did not tell anyone about Jian Wushuang's identity. He was the only one who knew.
But not all the experts under his command were with the Great Xia Emperor.
Now, there were already people in the Great Xia Imperial City investigating what Xia Mang Guanyu had done in recent years.
The air gradually condensed.
A black-clothed and masked figure appeared behind Xia Mang. Then, he took out a jade scroll and disappeared into the air again.
Xia Mang clenched the jade slip and ignored Jian Wushuang who was lying on the ground. He muttered to himself, "You must have spent the last hundred years recruiting private armies, expanding your armaments, and even pawning God Stones with the name of the Xiamang Family. You don't look like an inheritor at all!"
Although the inheritors were mysterious, there were already quite a few of them in the Great Xia Country.
And they were all on good terms with the royal family!
Therefore, Jian Wushuang's identity was not that scary to him. Although he saw that person attack that day, he could tell how he treated Huiqing and Wuliang.
Inheritors were also divided into noble and lowly.
Just now, he had sent someone to visit Huiqing. He would let Huiqing recognize him later.
If Jian Wushuang's status was high, he would let Huiqing take him away as a courtesy.
If his status was average and he was not familiar with Huiqing, it would not be so simple.
Jian Wushuang's strength and potential were both astonishing. Either they didn't offend him, or they had to eliminate him completely.
Leaving him alive would be a disaster.
After a while, Jian Wushuang finally got up.
That blow just now wasn't enough to seriously injure him. The reason why he woke up so late was that he didn't have to pretend anymore since everyone was here.
"Haha, let's stop pretending and lay our cards on the table!" Jian Wushuang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Xia Mang, on the other hand, was puzzled.
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The imperial city of the Great Xia Dynasty.
East City, in an inconspicuous and secluded courtyard.
Huiqing had just sent off a few Imperial Emperors who had come to discuss the Dao. She had a bright smile on her face.
"Good!"
A monk in black!
Just as he was about to turn around, a shadow appeared behind him. It was none other than Old Ancestor Xiamang's shadow.
"Your Highness Huiqing, sorry to disturb you!" The true appearance of the shadow was revealed, but the aura and facial features of the body did not reveal a single trace of it.
Huiqing was a little surprised, but she did not panic.
Although the other party was a fifth-stage cultivator, he could treat her calmly.
"Senior, may I know why you are looking for me?"
The shadow took out a portrait with Jian Wushuang's appearance on it. Then, he said in a low voice, "I wonder if Your Highness knows this inheritor called Jian Wushuang?"
Huiqing was shocked when she saw the portrait!
Jian Wushuang!
Once!
When he was in the Heavenly Buddha Realm, he had a few teachers. His Dao Fruit was to convert the Great Si Region. Now that his teachers were dead, his Dao Fruit was personally shattered by the Amitabha Buddha.
Fortunately, he had recovered his Ultimate Dao, Zen Ji!
The black robe represented his Great Dao.
The head monk represented the past!
The future and the past!
He lived in the present!
The two were combined.
All of this was because of Jian Wushuang's appearance!
It was also because of Jian Wushuang's philosophy.
A thousand years ago, he had never believed the news of Jian Wushuang's death. Now that he heard the news of Jian Wushuang again, no one was happier than him.
"I know him!"
Jian Wushuang had once led him out of the army of corpses. When he was about to die, he had helped him attain the Dao.
Now, in the Enchantment Temple.
He had gradually distanced himself from the people of the Heavenly Buddha Realm. If there was someone he had the best relationship with now, it would probably be Jian Wushuang.
He had never forgotten the favor of saving his life.
The young girl, Jiang Shang, stood at the side. When she saw Huiqing's master's expression, she was also moved.
She had heard her master talk about Jian Wushuang.
To Huiqing, Jian Wushuang was both a teacher and a friend.
Without Jian Wushuang, he would have died long ago. Without Jian Wushuang, he would not have attained the Dao. Perhaps he would have continued to be reincarnated.
The two of them entered the Enchantment Temple together and fought side by side.
A friendship of life and death!
"Senior, where did you get this painting?"
The Jian Wushuang in the painting was exactly what he looked like in Xiamang's courtyard.
Huiqing was a little moved and hurriedly asked.
The shadow expert saw Huiqing's excitement and had an answer.
If Huiqing's performance was ordinary, he would not have mentioned this matter again. But since Huiqing was acting like this, he had to bring her over.
The shadow expert cupped his fists and said, "Your Highness, come with me! He's in the imperial city. "
"Alright!"
The two of them flashed and left the courtyard, leaving Jiang Shang alone.
When they reappeared, space had changed and they were already in another space in the imperial city.
The ancestral temple of the Xiamang Clan was not in the same space as the imperial city.
This place was a mobile Grotto-Heaven Mansion.
Swoosh!
When the shadow expert arrived at the abode, his eyes suddenly changed. He was about to speak when he calmed down.
Although Huiqing was strong, she could not capture the movements of a rank five Imperial Emperor.
"Where is he?" Huiqing looked around and found that the scene in the painting was the same as here.
Obviously, it had just been transmitted!
But now, there was no sign of Jian Wushuang. Only the Xiamang patriarch was sitting there drinking tea.
"I've killed him. I called you here to tell you!" The Xiamang patriarch's eyes were cold and his aura was much more vicious than before.
Killed?
Huiqing's expression changed and she was furious. This was the first time she had lost her temper. She shouted, "You dare kill an inheritor?"
"Hmph, why wouldn't I? He's just a Daolord. He killed my descendant, snuck into the imperial city, and stole my treasures. He deserved to die!" The Xiamang patriarch said the last three words through gritted teeth.
Huiqing's aura surged and she was on the verge of attacking.
This surprised Xiamang. He stood up and said angrily, "See the guest out!"
"That's right, collect his corpse!"
"Leaving his corpse intact is also giving you face."
With that, the Xiamang patriarch left the thatched hut.
Jian Wushuang's corpse appeared on the ground out of thin air. There was no sign of life. His divine body had collapsed and his origin energy had dried up.
This was very similar to what happened in the Great Wilderness!
Huiqing's eyes were red. She put her palms together and murmured, "Good!"
(End of Chapter)
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