Chapter 4687

The sword leaned half against the haystack and said, "I'm not the emperor you said, but a wild crane in the clouds."

Spring and autumn did not say much, and after a smile, he stopped talking.

"Why did you get caught here as a prisoner?" Jian Wushuang turned and looked at him.

"Because of the defeat," Chunqiu didn't hide it, and whispered, "my father used to be an emperor, but he died in the war. Although I was saved from slaughter as an emperor, I also became a prisoner. It's not as happy as when I died."

"Do you know how many years I have been like this?" Spring and autumn laughed at himself, "even the birth and death of the Milky way in the universe, I don't know how many reincarnations have begun."

"I want to leave here all the time, but it's just extravagant hope after all."

Jian Wushuang didn't speak, and it was difficult to remove the chain of imprisonment between his neck, which fundamentally greatly limited his ability, and he might die if he was careless.

So now he can't do anything, can't say, wait for the opportunity.

As time passed, a few days later, several hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the dead prison.

Then nearly ten black robes appeared.

The sword, which was slowly recovering its power, was unparalleled. Just glancing at it, we knew that there were at least two ancestors among the nearly ten people.

One of the thin old men stepped forward, glanced at him and Chunqiu, directly held up his big palm and grabbed them.

Jian Wushuang's eyes were cold and his palm brushed away at the same time. The ethereal force directly offset the thin old man's palm print.

A flash of horror flashed in the thin old man's eyes, and then took a deep breath, "are you going to disobey orders?"

Jian Wushuang looked at him calmly, then got up and walked out slowly. Spring and autumn followed him.

As he was escorted out of the prison, Jian Wushuang looked into the vast square.

In front of the vast square, there is an ancient bronze hall located in the clouds, on which clouds change and various scenes are quite mysterious.

Walking forward at a leisurely pace, the sword at this time is unparalleled, like a majestic emperor, completely without any consciousness of being a prisoner.

The skinny old man was quite angry about this, but from the fight just now, the person designated by the little emperor to see was by no means what he could compete with.

Spring and autumn, who followed closely behind jianwushuang, looked up at the bronze hall. The corners of his eyes, which were already a little wrinkled, trembled, and his hatred flashed away, and then calmed down again.

The bronze gate, which is up to 100 feet high, opens heavily, and hundreds of wisps of clouds and smoke float out, turning into chasing birds, and cloud butterflies hover in front of everyone.

In the depths of the huge hall, a body dressed in extravagant clothes, half leaning on the Chinese bed, opened his eyes and looked at the door of the hall.

His eyes were opposite, and his extravagant body slowly got up, with long hair hanging to the ground behind him. The face of boys and girls was unspeakably charming and seductive.

"Welcome to our emperor's bedroom, everyone." He raised his arms slowly with a smile.

"I've seen the little emperor." More than a dozen black robed guards knelt down and said respectfully.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the extravagant body called the little emperor whispered, "go down, no one is allowed to take a step without my order."

A crowd of black robes answered, and then all withdrew from the hall.

Staying barefoot, the little emperor stretched lazily and walked slowly.

With every step he took, an identical true image emerged from behind him. There were dozens of true images in the originally empty and silent hall.

The rich and extreme derivative force fills every space.

Looking at more and more figures in front of him, Jian Wushuang's pupils moved, and he could feel that all the true shadows were in the realm of immortality.

The little emperor's strength was unfathomable, and even he felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.

A total of nearly a hundred identical true shadows were close together, and a strong fragrance with a faint fishy smell came to my nose.

"Newcomer, do you know where I am?" There is a true Shadow clinging to Jian Wushuang's body. Ask.

The spring and autumn who stepped back a few steps was full of fear, and the dagger was already clenched in the palm.

The sword is unparalleled as the mountains stand still. It just closes its eyes for a moment, and suddenly opens its eyes, like crossing the mountains and wading through the water for thousands of years.

The four eyes were facing each other in the distance, and the little emperor smiled quietly, applauded, and hundreds of true shadows returned to one.

"I'm really capable, but why haven't I seen you before?" The little emperor smiled, and then looked at the spring and autumn behind him, "Hey, I've seen you, the son of the Fenghua emperor, spring and autumn?"

The spring and autumn complexion changed dramatically, and resentment crept all over his face. His right hand, which held the dagger tightly, suddenly sprang out, and his powerful Yan force directly stabbed the little emperor's heart.

The corners of his mouth curled up a little, and he stood in the same place without giving in.

At the next moment, the space rippled, and a thin body appeared hidden under the purple robe.

At the same time, a stronger derivative force directly destroyed the offensive of Chunqiu, all of which fell on him.

Chunqiu snorted stiffly, and his body flew back dozens of feet. He slammed into the bronze gate and barely stopped.

He directly spit out a large mouthful of God's blood, and at the same time, pieces of treasure with purple light scattered on the ground.

The little emperor's face was frozen. How could he not know what the precious treasure scattered from Chunqiu's arms was? He directly explored the space, and all the precious treasures scattered on the ground fell into his hands.

"This is, did you kill Yan Xian under Heishan?!" The little emperor's face was cold, and he waved his palm to kill Chunqiu.

However, at this time, the sword peerless suddenly blocked in front of Chunqiu, and said in a low voice, "I killed Yan Xian, which has nothing to do with him."

The little emperor withdrew his palm, as if nothing had happened, turned around with his hands on his back and walked slowly.

"The mountain spirit guarding Montenegro, for the realm of immortals, I really want to know how you killed him with a chain?"

Suddenly, violent force surged in the dead silence hall. The thin body in purple robe moved and directly waved its palm and smashed the sword unparalleled.

Mastering the derivative force at the top of the pole, there was no overflow, and even the air had not been swept, but the terror power contained in it made the sword unparalleled dare not be careless at all, and directly urged the derivative force to resist.

The seemingly bland slap directly drove him away for a few feet, and the rampant force dissipated.

When the sword was about to fight again, the thin purple robe stopped and turned around to follow the little emperor.

"He has some skills. No wonder he can kill Yan Xian even if he is imprisoned." The little emperor turned slowly, and his eyes flowed.

"But you should know that Heishan Yanxian is my right-hand man. If you kill him, you will break my arm. How should I calculate this account?"

Jian Wushuang didn't speak, but his internal derivative force has been adjusted to the peak. If he fights violently next, he is confident that he can give a heavy blow to the little emperor.