Legend of Swordsman

As if it was about to collapse, the divine power that filled the body slowly scattered in the air.

"Here, what's going on ..."

He was a little flustered, but found that he couldn't even do the simplest turn.

After seeing this scene, the Jackdaw, who was also awake on the side, also flashed a bit of sadness in her eyes. How could she not understand what was happening at the moment, who was extremely sensitive to death.

Jian Wushuang and Lao Zun descended to the ground and walked slowly to him.

Leaned against the coffin, and half of the young monk's figure had turned into a bit of white mango dissipated.

"Am I already dead?" He raised his head a little bit hard and looked at the godlike man in front of him.

Jian Wushuang's eyes were dim, and he nodded slowly.

As long ago, when they first came into contact, Jian Wushuang already realized that the young monk had no spirit of life.

Perhaps it was because of the Qiting mud tires that he retained his wisdom and exists as a dead body to this day.

Now that the Qiting mud tires are confined by Jian Wushuang, the source of power that naturally maintains his body has disappeared.

Recovering from the initial panic, the young monk said lightly, "So I have already been like them, I thought I was the only survivor, but okay, it was boring for hundreds of thousands of years A night. "

After saying this sentence, the body of the young monk finally turned into a bunch of white mans.

Jian Wushuang reached up and picked up the white mango, rubbed it into an extremely bright star, and then embellished the sky.

"Let's go, everything here will be left to future generations." Jian Wushuang smiled, and the three figures finally disappeared.

Originally expected the task of one million years, completed 800,000 years in advance, Jian Wushuang and others returned on this journey, and rushed back to the Yunxiao Palace.

In this way, at the end of the 300,000th year, Jian Wushuang and Lao Zun finally returned to Yunxiao Palace.

And the taciturn, who saw Jian Wushuang as the whole girl of Jackdaw, has long lived on a certain day in more than 200,000 years.

For high-level monks, 200,000 years is just a time of retreat, but the poor-polar universe, everything in the world, the mortal world with sparse power, the pawns who ca n’t practice, and the slightly strange feelings are the foundation.

200,000 years, it was already the most wonderful and long life for the jackdaw girl.

Looking at the giant palace as calm as hundreds of thousands of years, Jian Wushuang smiled slightly and entered the Yunxiao Palace.

Guarding outside the Yunxiao Palace, the two descendants of the Dragon clan shrugged and continued to sleep.

Jian Mushuang's return did not cause much shock, because there were not many people in the entire Yunxiao Palace.

Lan Lan, Bawang and others have been stationed in the ancient Xingkong Road, and few have returned to the Yunxiao Palace. Blood Sovereign led more than 100,000 Supreme Sovereigns to defend the battlefield outside the territory. Stationed on the way to Tianmen.

As for the Dragon and Phoenix clan, they have also returned to their respective star fields, leaving only more than one hundred clan neutrons stationed in the Yunxiao Palace.

The years passed, and the new moon replaced Yangchun.

Has passed for half a million years.

On top of the cloud, Jian Wushuang happily held a jade fishing rod and was fishing in the sea of ​​clouds.

Is beside him, accompanied by Lao Zun, young, and of course Fengqi.

The little fish transformed by the divine power is tumbling in the sea of ​​clouds. Whenever it comes to eating a hook, Jian Wushuang raises the rod to prevent the fish from touching it.

"I said Jian Wushuang, you guys are all bored. We have been fishing for more than 100,000 years, and we haven't caught a single fish." Feng Qi on the side was full of black lines, and his voice was angry.

"Fishing is a matter of great consideration for patience and physical strength. I only wanted to catch a fish in 100,000 years. Let's talk about fishing for another 100,000 years." Jian Wushuang is serious.

Shook his head slightly, Feng Qi no longer complained, but also caught some kind of fishing.

Has been fishing in the sea of ​​clouds for 500,000 years, which is also the most wanton time for everyone.

No one will know what will happen next, not even the sword Wushuang standing at the top of the universe.

In the following time, Blood Wave Supreme and others who were stationed outside the battlefield began to return to the Yunxiao Palace one after another.

Is waiting for them, it is the first time that the divine universe has reopened the heavenly gate after the catastrophe.

Every 100,000 years, there will be a lot of geniuses in the original Xingkong Ancient Road, but only by going through the path of the heavenly gate, it is possible to eventually reach the Yunxiao Palace and become a disciple of Eternal God.

The way to the heavenly gate is another way of trial that Jian Wushuang started after achieving the ancestor god. If you want to enter it, you must first pass the examination of the ancient Xingkong Road.

Everyone is faintly looking forward, and can be recognized by nearly twenty invincible supremes, and a half-ancestral superpower. What kind of amazing talents will it be?

But the special existence like Jianwushuang that has surpassed genius and is no longer within the scope of consideration.

One million years ago, on that day, the bell was ringing in the morning, and Xianyinhao was ringing for nine days and ten places.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner, the giants of all parties gathered in Yunxiao Palace.

Jian Wushuang sat in front of Yunxiao Palace ~ www.readwn.com ~ He was obviously looking forward to something, looking into the distance with a smile.

Under the haze of cloud smoke, the Nine Tribulation King who attacked Bai Shengsheng Xue walked slowly in front of Yunxiao Palace. Behind him were more than 20 invincible supreme.

"Back to Eternal God, Jiu Tribune and others are fortunate not to lose their lives." The King of Nine Tribulation arched all the hands.

Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, reached out and waved Huamang, "I'm bothering you."

Covered by the supreme Huamang, the Nine Tribulation King and others only felt that the fatigue in the god's body was all dissipated and the divine power was full.

Then, at the end of the square, six slightly immature figures appeared in everyone's eyes.

Facing the Supreme True Dragon on the two sides of the pillars, these six bodies did not have the slightest timidity, and walked steadily.

At the forefront of these six bodies, there is a handsome young man dressed in a green shirt and with picturesque eyes.

There was no flinching in his eyes, but only calmness.

At the same time, he also didn't understand in his heart. When he came to the most mysterious and belongs to the Yunxiao Palace, which is the pinnacle of the entire universe, why didn't he feel the strangeness and fear in the slightest sense, but had a strange sense of familiarity?

Get rid of the unrealistic thoughts of the alarm clock, and the young man in the blue shirt gradually accelerated his pace.

Recalling what he had experienced on the way to that vast and terrifying Heavenly Gate, the other five at the same time shivered without a trace, and also stepped forward quickly. .

Few people at Yunxiao Palace were present, how did the people who passed the examination of the Heavenly Gate pass through.

But they knew that the appreciation of the Supreme People who participated in the Battle of Havoc was already enough to stand up to ninety-nine of the geniuses of the Divine Power Universe.