Legend of Swordsman

The broken sky dome and the destroyed Great Sky disappeared.

Replaced by a vast palace.

The bursting pain in Jian Wushuang's mind suddenly disappeared, and everything became clear.

But the only thing that hasn't changed is the giant man with a wild boar head still standing beside him.

This time, besides this pig-headed giant, Jian Wushuang was also standing with seven figures, all of whom were ugly and distorted, bloated or strong.

A total of eight figures, each holding a tray covered in red cloth.

"Nine Brother, you have made great achievements in this battle against the sky, just wait for the big brother's reward!" The giant man with the wild boar head touched Wushuang Wushou, and whispered.

Jian Wushuang didn't pay attention to him, but looked at the tray that was out of nowhere when he didn't know when.

The tray was covered with red cloth, and there was a fist-sized protrusion in the middle, and it was beating slightly.

He stretched out his hand and tried to lift it, but was interrupted by a thick voice.

"Come in."

As this remark fell, it seemed that there was an irresistible force in Mingming that pushed Jian Wushuang forward.

He frowned, but realized that he could not resist, and he could only let that force push forward.

Xinbu stepped into the giant hall, and the scene before him made Jian Wushuang's brow furrowed!

This is an evil palace.

The entire vast hall is concave in the middle, and there are countless **** corpses stacked in it, and there are no fewer than 100,000 broken and clean **** corpses.

On top of these **** corpses, there is a huge mountain-like figure, which has no face, and it can hardly be described by creatures, just like the silhouettes formed by various creatures being squeezed together. .

"Have seen Big Brother." The remaining seven figures shouted in unison, and at the same time stretched out the tray in their respective hands.

The mountain-like figure did not respond, and was still silent, as if waiting for something.

The giant man who was closest to Jian Wushuang looked around for a while, and then reached up and opened the red cloth on the tray in his hand. "Brother, please enjoy, this Yanxian taste is different from what we have eaten."

The red cloth was lifted, and a closed head was revealed.

Jian Wushuang was horrified, and I saw the head, but it was the head of the Qing Qing who disappeared!

He looked again at the tray in his hand and reached out to slowly lift the red cloth over it.

A bright heart is beating faintly, it is the source of the fairy.

"No, how could he die inexplicably? This must be an illusion." Jian Wushuang thought to himself.

At this time, the mountain body sitting on the countless gods moved, he waved a long distance, directly ingested the head of Di Qing, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed.

The space seemed to be still. The mountain body stopped moving. After a while, he raised his arms and rolled up the body of the Qing Qing in the remaining trays one by one.

But when it was Jian Wushuang's turn, he suddenly grasped the essence of the essence of Qing in his palm, before he was swept away.

"Nine Brother, what are you doing?! This is dedicated to the boss!" Juhan said anxiously, and he had to reach out to take the fairy source in his hand.

Jian Wushuang smiled coldly, his figure straight backed a few feet, and said coldly, "When will it be installed? Should this illusion be broken? Should I destroy it?"

Several giants were all stunned.

"What are you talking about, Brother Nine? What illusion? I'm your third brother!" The giant man with a wild boar's head looked worried and surprised.

At this moment, the space suddenly oscillated and the dome of the palace shattered.

Hundreds of thousands of strands of Chinese awns shine through the broken gap, and a large golden scale claw appears, covering the top of Jian Wushuang's head.

Sword Wushuang saw it, and took a breath, and his figure followed the golden scale claws.

But at this time, the huge mountain body moved, he suddenly waved his arm and smashed it, surpassing the power of Yan Xian burst!

He was shocked that if the strike was in the middle, it would definitely be hit hard.

The imaginary scene did not appear, the golden scale claws completely wrapped the sword Wushuang, and blocked the blow.

The whole palace instantly shattered, and even with all the pictures began to collapse.

"Nine Brothers!"

...

When Jian Wushuang opened his eyes again, the familiar scene appeared.

Heavenly Prison has completely fallen, and the void is enveloped by a kind of blood gauze, and he is still standing on the spot, and has just made a gesture of escape.

Di Qing was beside him, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

Jian Wushuang swallowed the throat subconsciously, "I thought I had a dream just now?"

Wen Qingwen then explained slowly, "Strictly speaking, that is not a dream, not even a fantasy."

"Uh, what kind of place was that just now?" He was puzzled.

Di Qingqing slowly raised the corner of his mouth, "If I tell you that is a possible situation in the future?"

Jian Wushuang was stunned, and was somewhat stunned. "That is to say, what I just experienced is not false, but real, and it may happen?"

"It can be said, but it's not correct. It's a bit complicated, including I can't fully explore it."

Di Qing said, "But there is one thing I can be sure that everything I just experienced is based on fantasy, is a world that should not have appeared, but was created, and is about to move towards reality."

Jian Wushuang frowned, and Di Qing said it was very complicated and contained a considerable amount of information, which was equivalent to explaining the psychedelic scene just now from the source.

But he didn't believe it anyway, the scene of Fang Cai would be possible in the future.

"Actually, we were confused from the beginning." Di said quietly. "The blood energy has a psychedelic effect. I am afraid that if you are ordinary Yanxian, you can't escape."

"But he obviously underestimated us~www.readwn.com~ would leave such a gap so carelessly."

He said, waved his hand, and directly cleared the blood of his body.

Hundreds of babies and children emerged quietly, and they kept retreating.

As he appeared, there was another ripple in the void, and the gentleman in a long gown slowly walked out slowly.

"It's really amazing. It seems that all those who can come to visit me as a guest are first-class players."

"The younger man wondered if there was something wrong, and caused the dissatisfaction of the two people before he came to Damitian as a guest?"

Jian Wushuang did not want to confront him, lowering his voice and saying, "We just passed by here, had no intention of enemies, and left after a while."

The son corrected the news and slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "Oh, is it just passing by? Presumably, the pill in the hands of Wei Liujia, the master of Xianshan Mountain, has nothing to do with the two, and the destruction of Heavenly Prison has nothing to do with the two?"

Jian Wushuang no longer spoke, the palm of his hand had condensed the sword intention, and waited for the young man to correct the difficulty, he immediately started.