Chapter 4692

Su he looked at the tall and thin old head again and said, "if Yang Jun hadn't noticed the breath of the treasure, it would be impossible for Xiaoyou to take out the bowl of Yang."

"Then tell me, where did he get this bowl of Yang bottle?" Weiyi old man questioned.

The three men looked at Jian Wushuang at the same time.

Jian Wushuang thought for a moment, and then roughly said to fight Yan Xian in Heishan.

"I see. I knew that my little friend could never be with that dirty old man. It was all Dao Gong, this fool, who missed my big deal!" The tall and thin old man snapped.

Weiyi old man also said anxiously, "you simple minded guy, just wait for the trap."

"Dao Gong," Su he suddenly opened his mouth and said solemnly, "we have already taken the step of doom, and now what can we lose? If we give up this opportunity today, it is the real doom."

The noisy three people suddenly became silent, and no one spoke anymore.

For a long time, the old man suddenly rolled up his sleeves and said, "come on, tell us how to play!"

Jian Wushuang slightly pulled out the corners of his mouth, and then let Chunqiu take out the inverted Tianxuan mirror given by the little emperor before he left.

"You just need to cooperate with me to save an image in this mirror."

"This kind of thing is, of course, Dao Gong's first to come. His level of pretending to be dead is the highest."

……

After another in-depth discussion, the two people first recommended Dao Gong, which almost led to the three people fighting again.

After reluctantly persuading the Weiyi old man, Chunqiu raised the inverted Tianxuan mirror and began to record the video.

"Start."

The sword unparalleled held high in his hand, and cut his head towards the dignified old man.

However, the two only went back and forth for more than ten rounds, and the old man wailed directly and automatically dispersed the true image.

"Stop, stop, no, it's really too fake. Let that shit little emperor know it's fake at a glance." Chunqiu shook his head and said, "we should highlight the most tragic scenes, and at the same time express the most sincere emotions, the kind that can resonate."

Majestic old man's true image appeared, nodded thoughtfully, and then began a new round of performance.

Then, under the sky in the ten thousand eyes sky, such a strange scene appeared.

A figure holding a mirror, looking for an angle to record the influence one by one, in which two protagonists demonstrated the tragic and shocking scene over and over again, and two old men stood outside the court, giving serious instructions from time to time

……

"Little emperor, there is news in Tianxuan mirror."

In the huge hall where the lights are on and off, the figure in extravagant clothes slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and waved, and an image appeared in the sky Xuan mirror hanging in the air.

I saw a black robed figure holding up the invisible sword in his hand in a world where crazy sand sobbed. The vast sword intention directly crushed the enclosed crazy sand and bombarded a tall and thin old man with castration.

Even the sky was broken, and the true shadow finally disappeared in the infinite sword.

Seeing here, the little emperor has sat up from Hua's bed, and his eyes reveal a difficult look.

"How can it be? Who is this guy on earth? Even he can be easily killed?!"

"Mate, did you find the news I asked you to find?"

A thin purple robe quietly emerged in the void, "Your Highness, it has been found. The origin of this son is a mystery. There are two servants who inadvertently found it in the mountains. When they found it, their breath was extremely weak, and there was no trauma on their bodies. In addition, there was no news."

The little emperor frowned at the words, which was obviously not the answer he wanted.

Then he turned his eyes to the sky Xuan mirror and said nothing.

"Is the origin a mystery? Good, I want to dig out your identity bit by bit."

In WanMu sky, after Su He, who had strange heavy pupils, was cut under the sword by jianwushuang, the performance award that lasted for several months finally came to an end.

Facing these three old men, Jian Wushuang felt his head was bigger than a hundred wars.

Chunqiu wiped the sweat on his forehead and solemnly handed him the inverted Tianxuan mirror.

"Finally, Qi Huo, my emperor can finally leave here in a swagger." The tall and thin old man said excitedly.

The dignified old man hissed, "swagger, don't you want to drill a night pot?"

"It's like you don't drill."

"Well, finally admit that the bottle is a night pot?"

"You..."

Jian Wushuang quickly waved to stop, "this is the end of everything. Please leave with me."

The three stopped a new round of scolding.

Then the tall and thin old man took the lead in bowing his hands solemnly, "Yang Jun thanked Xiaoyou here."

The dignified old man then said, "Dao Gong and Xie Xiaoyou."

The old man smiled, "Su He and others, thank you."

After saying this, the three bodies turned into three golden mans and fell into the bottle in a flash.

Feeling the vibration from the bottle, Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly, and finally came down clean.

"Let's go. Now the sky has been cleared." The sword peerless looks at the spring and Autumn Road.

Spring and autumn inner surging, from the beginning with the mentality of death into this WanMu sky, until now the dramatic end, everything is really too mysterious and coincidence.

Clearing the sky means that he can end his long and dark prison career and return to freedom.

But then, nervous unease rose from the bottom of my heart. Spring and autumn looked at Jian Wushuang with some trepidation, "if, I mean if, what if the little emperor reneged?"

Slowly spit out a muddy breath, and wisps of golden light burst out from the depths of the sword's unparalleled pupils, "if he goes back, I'll drag him on the back before I die!"

Endless darkness dissipated, the whole WanMu sky began to be clear, rivers began to emerge from the ground, and countless trees and vines began to grow madly.

Looking back at the world that had been cleared for the last time, jianwushuang disappeared in its place.

In front of the bronze hall on the top of the cloud, two figures fell quietly, and then walked forward step by step.

The gate of the huge bronze hall is open, and a weak figure stands in the center of the hundred Zhang high hall door.

Xiaodijun seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When he saw the figure in the square in front of him, he smiled, "partner, please go to meet our guests."

After saying this, the little emperor turned and entered the hall.

The thin purple robe jumped up to the sword without two sides, and stretched out his hand to beg for something.

Jian Wushuang glanced at him obliquely, and then walked straight to the bronze hall.

The strong musk flavor with a light fishy smell is no longer replaced by bursts of unknown fragrance.

Jian Wushuang frowned slightly and walked in leisurely. Chunqiu followed him step by step.

For the spring and Autumn period, the little emperor was like a nightmare.

He will never forget that on the day when the heaven was destroyed, he appeared in a purple robe.