Chapter 4793

Looking at this desolate and lifeless heaven at present, Jian Wushuang doubts the authenticity of Chen Qing's words very much.

It's not like the mysterious cave that remains the treasure. I'm afraid it's not too much to say it's a dead celestial tomb.

Chen Qing scratched his head, "but then again, although it's different from the places where the treasures are hidden in the imagination, there must be some treasure hidden here, which may be of great use to us."

At this time, Chunqiu's voice sounded, "brother Chen Qing, are you sure this is the treasure land in your mouth, not a battlefield?"

Looking at the unparalleled sound of the sword, I saw Chunqiu bend over and wave his hand. A large piece of dark brown soil was pushed away, and a broken treasure real sword was exposed.

I don't know if it has been buried underground for many years, but the precious real sword still scatters a chilling soul.

But everyone's eyes were looking at the bottom of the broken real sword.

It was a shining white bone that had disappeared. He even maintained his last-minute posture, holding a real sword in one hand and covering his chest in the other hand, but his head did not exist.

This is a white bone at the peak of Yan Xian. The sword unparalleled was determined at the first time. His immortal source was smashed by external forces, together with the smashed together, as well as the real sword stabbed out in front of him.

Those who can directly destroy such a peak of Yan Xian, except Da Yan Xian, have no other possibility.

The sword unparalleled seemed to feel something, and he also stretched out his hand and brushed it, rolling up layers of dark brown sand.

Next, a shocking scene appeared.

With the peeling of the dark brown sandy soil, all kinds of precious treasures, dead and terrifying bodies, were exposed to the air.

Looking around, there are hundreds of fairy bones!

There are so many white bones just under the hundreds of feet of ground. Are there all white bones under the ground that has not been lifted?

Just these exposed bones, Jian Wushuang glanced at them roughly, and they were all in the realm of immortality.

If so many Yan immortals can be buried here, how terrible should their opponents be?

Even if Yan Xian's immortal body died, it was impossible to become immortal bones after several years. But now, these dead Yan Xian have turned into immortal bones. From this, we can see that the time of their death definitely exceeded ten years.

One Chinese year is enough to let a universe reincarnate ten times. Ten Chinese years cannot be measured by years.

Everyone's complexion was unconsciously dignified. This is definitely not the so-called treasure house in Chen Qing's mouth.

But an ancient battlefield, looking at the ancient battlefield!

"This is not the ancient battlefield left by the real emperor Wuyang when he first opened up a large division, is it?" Chen Qing murmured.

But no one could answer him, all confused.

"Brother Jian, what should we do? Shall we leave or explore?" Spring and autumn inquiry.

Jian Wushuang waved the sand and buried hundreds of immortal bones again, and then said, "since we came here by accident, we'll explore it. Besides, there's no living breath here, and it's all right."

Chun Qiu nodded and followed Jian Wushuang. Up to now, he had already believed in Jian Wushuang's decision and followed it firmly.

Immediately, he followed behind the unparalleled sword and walked towards the front.

Chen Qingxing was in high spirits, and from time to time explored the places where there might be treasures.

Di Qing didn't say much. As a jiuzhuan Dayan immortal, he also realized that the realm of heaven had reached the point of death, and naturally followed the sword to explore.

Only Cui Jing, with a dejected appearance, obviously hasn't come out of the event of Sha Qing's death.

Five body shapes, led by unparalleled sword, shuttle through the dead to the extreme realm of heaven.

The dark brown earth under my feet seems to have no boundary and extends infinitely forward.

This dark brown ground, in fact, is not this color at the beginning, but this color infiltrated by the divine blood, the divine blood of Yan Xian.

Perhaps here, there was a battle of breaking ancient times. Countless Yan immortals, even Da Yan immortals, died in this battle of breaking ancient times, and finally were buried by the wind and sand, dead and desolate.

As we moved forward, some changes began to appear in the distant sky.

Cracks like a natural moat tear the sky apart. At the same time, one side of the porch pillars engraved with mysterious and primitive patterns, broken walls, float in the air.

An unspeakable, ancient silence, ancient breath, unconsciously suppressed in everyone's heart.

Looking at the ancient gravel distributed on the sky, the sword unparalleled began to build in the bottom of my heart, what happened in this war at the beginning.

When the ground under our feet was also broken and cracked, broken buildings finally appeared in everyone's eyes.

Chen Qing also restrained his excitement, and his eyes became dignified. He had found that this place could not be simply described as a site.

"Brother Jian, what place will it be here?" Chen Qing asked, looking for the answer.

Jianwushuang didn't answer him, but his figure accelerated.

When faults and pits appeared on the earth in front of him, he stopped and looked ahead.

Looking at the extreme, everyone was thrilled again.

I saw a cangran, simple, and broken hall hanging over the abyss on the broken earth in front of me.

Although it is broken and ancient, it shows a disturbing trend.

There are blue clouds flowing slowly in front of the broken hall.

"Here is a heaven, the broken heaven of the past."

The sword opened its mouth slowly and firmly.

Chen Qing involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and he also agreed with jianwushuang's conclusion.

Only where the emperor once existed can there be the flow of the emperor's Qi.

At present, the huge hall floating on the abyss seems to have no other name that can match its identity except Tianting.

The big division, belonging to the emperor of zhenwuyang, experienced the most brutal war and expansion at the beginning of its establishment.

Countless amazing Yan immortals, even Da Yan immortals, have participated in this ancient war.

No Yan Xian knows how long this ancient war lasted, because all participants died, and those who did not die became one of the elders under the real Wuyang constellation.

The emperor who just fell into the hands of zhenwuyang was no less than ten.

Jian Wushuang alone knows that there are four people, including Yang Jun, Su He and Dao Gong, who are now living in the bowl of Yang, and the emperor's father and Fenghua emperor in the spring and Autumn period, all of whom are four.

At present, such a broken former Tianting may also have been established by an emperor who was defeated by zhenwuyang.

"It's really unexpected that in this dead void, there is still a broken heaven in the past." Jian Wushuang sighed softly.