Chapter 4693

The Fenghua emperor fell, and the heavenly court fell. The little emperor in a purple suit was like a consumptive man. If he entered the realm of no one, the means of terror almost dominated the whole event.

All the immortals were destroyed, and the vast heaven left only the spring and Autumn period as a Fenghua emperor and son.

Then he was taken to Montenegro for a long and extreme prisoner's life.

He hated the little emperor as much as he feared him.

Step by step towards the depths of the huge hall, the sword's unparalleled eyes have not fluctuated for a moment from beginning to end.

"How can a guy with unknown origins, who is imprisoned in chains and cultivated skills, be able to kill three emperors in succession with his own strength? How can he be a brilliant guy to complete this impossible thing?"

In the huge hall, which was silent enough to almost hear the heartbeat, only the strange and charming voice of the little emperor rang through.

"Are you an emperor?" He turned around and raised his eyebrows to look at the unparalleled sword.

But Jian Wushuang didn't answer him. He stretched out his hand and threw a mirror at him far away. "I've completed the conditions you want. Now it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

"Oh? Really?" Reaching out for the inverted sky Xuan mirror, he just glanced at it casually, and the little emperor turned his hand and threw it to Jian Wushuang, "but how can I never remember a promise?"

This statement, whether it is the sword unparalleled or the spring and Autumn period, is a heavy heart.

He did not expect that this seemingly shameless little emperor would be brazenly shameless.

The sword was as heavy as water, and a long and narrow invisible sword appeared in his palm.

The little emperor's eyes coagulated and subconsciously retreated half a step.

The image left by that sword unparalleled was so shocking and terrible that it affected his judgment ability imperceptibly.

It seemed that he felt his master's heart about to explode, and the long sword sent out a sharp sword sound.

Step by step, spring and autumn also followed. The resentment and anger after being played buried his last humiliation, making him more determined to revenge.

The chain iron plate between the neck began to emerge with infinite force of imprisonment, and the meridians began to be imprisoned. With each use of derivative force, the meridians would be painfully curled up together.

However, Jian Wushuang seems to have not been troubled at all, and still moves forward firmly.

"I said, untie it!"

The voice of suppressed rage rang through, and half of his face was covered with dark blue imprisonment force. The sword was unparalleled, and now it looked particularly terrible and ferocious.

One moment, the little emperor with panic in his eyes showed a strange smile the next moment.

"Don't waste your energy. You can't kill me now."

As soon as this word came out, the thin purple robe came quickly, waved its palm and hit the sword unparalleled.

The endless derivative force is like a vast ocean.

However, the sword unparalleled just raised the sword and cut, and the infinite derivative force was divided into two halves from the middle, sweeping away to both sides.

The little emperor's eyes coagulated, and then slowly said, "I seem to suddenly think of it again."

"I promise you that I will fulfill my promise, but before that, I want to ask you a few questions."

With a slow smile, he didn't care about the current situation, and said to himself, "are you an immortal, or the Lord of heaven, or the son of the emperor?"

Pressed down the boredom in his heart, the sword said in a deep voice, "idle clouds and wild cranes."

"It's hard to imagine that the idle clouds and wild cranes can reach your astonishing level. I'm afraid there are few such arrogance in all fields." The little emperor said quietly, "follow me. I promise you that whatever you want will be presented to you at the first time."

"Not interested." The sword is unparalleled and concise.

However, the little emperor seemed not to hear it, and stretched out a finger and said, "a hundred years, you wish me to ascend the throne of God, and I will completely divide the whole small world into you. In addition, I can promise you several conditions."

"I said, not interested!" Sword matchless coldly said.

"You will promise me, I'm not a villain, this is just a win-win situation," xiaodijun leaned on Hua's bed again, as if he had already eaten him. "Although you call yourself Sanxian, I can feel that you leave so urgently, not because of fear, but because of what you are looking for."

"But in this great Yan Huan, all emperors and Yan Xian are just a tiny grain of dust."

"There is no heaven and no foundation at all. I can guarantee that you will soon die, let alone look aimlessly?"

The little emperor got up and approached Jian Wushuang in a soft voice, "as long as you help me ascend the throne, I will definitely let you become an emperor in this Dayan universe."

Jian Wushuang stopped talking, but looked at him coldly.

The little emperor smiled thoughtfully, and then stretched out his palm from his extravagant clothes and pressed it on his neck.

The chain iron card with great imprisonment broke at the sound.

The surge of Yan force to the extreme instantly filled his limbs, and the state of Yan Xian, which had been imprisoned, was completely released, and his whole breath rose to another level.

Jian Wushuang gave him a deep look, and then turned around to leave.

However, with one step, the purple robed bodies slowly came out of the darkness on both sides of the huge hall.

Every purple robe is full of vast Yan power, and there are no less than 20 Yan immortals!

Jian Wushuang stood in place, and the little emperor followed him, putting his palm on his shoulder, "I have told you my ambition and secrets, and you know what it means."

More than 20 Yan immortals, even if the sword unparalleled has completely opened up the realm, fight to the last moment, I'm afraid it is impossible to rush out of this siege, ten dead without life.

The threat is clear.

Take a deep breath, Jian Wushuang turns his head and murmurs, "are you threatening me?"

"It's not a threat, just a clear attitude," xiaodijun shrugged. "This is a win-win situation. I really hate to let you leave."

"For only a hundred years, I will not disturb you no matter whether it is successful or not. In return, I will offer everything you want, including the whole six days."

The hall was silent, leaving only the lights and candles on and off.

For a long time, Jian Wushuang said, "good."

On the pale face of xiaodijun, a smile finally appeared, "very good, welcome to the new territories."

The sword has no double-sided color and is extremely calm. "It is limited to a hundred years."

"I see." The little emperor smiled and nodded.

Out of the hall, a feeling as if separated from the world emerged in Chunqiu's heart.

It was almost bound. I don't know how many years of imprisonment were lifted, which means that he has been free since then.

He didn't expect that the little emperor would let him go so easily, even without a little obstruction.

I'm afraid he also became the first former Emperor who survived from his childhood.