Chapter 4870

Sword peerless slowly retreated, and the invisible sword has quietly condensed.

At present, this man is more than ten feet tall, as if he came out of the black fog. There is no force surging around him, but the general trend sent out really makes no one dare to underestimate.

He also had some insight that although the old man was not exposed, he was afraid that he would not lose ground in the confrontation with Diqing, and might even fight to a draw.

At this time, the little emperor stepped forward and stood in front of jianwushuang. His voice was a little nervous and said two words, "Yuanjun?"

"Huh?" The black robed old man stared at the little emperor, and his eyes flashed with doubt.

"I'm childe Yan." Xiaodijun added.

The black robed old man's eyes suddenly coagulated, "are you a Yan boy?!"

Xiaodijun breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a wry smile, "it's me. I thought Yuanjun had forgotten the boy."

"Good boy, since I left on the first day of junior high school, I've become like this now." The old man in black spread out steeply, and then condensed in front of him. His eyes couldn't stop showing joy.

Seeing this scene, Jian Wushuang also secretly breathed a sigh of relief and put away the invisible sword.

Avoided a fight that would cost a lot, and the result is naturally good.

Xiaodijun scratched his head. "The years are too long. If I hadn't remembered what Yuanjun looked like when I was a child, I'm afraid I'd be in trouble today."

The old man called Yuanjun looked up and smiled, and then said, "Yan boy, don't worry, even if you don't remember what I look like, I will always remember your appearance."

"Boy understands." Xiaodijun also smiled.

"Well, since you come to see my old bones, then go to my palace and sit down first." Yuan Jun waved his sleeve robe and said.

The little emperor nodded and immediately looked at the sword.

Jian Wushuang shook his head without trace, and his eyes flashed with vigilance.

He smelled something dangerous from the open hall. If he rushed in, he might encounter uncontrollable crisis.

"This is?" Yuan Jun cast his eyes at Jian Wushuang.

Xiaodijun hurriedly added, "this is my best friend, brother Jian."

Yuan Jun nodded, "since you are Yan boy's best friend, I won't expel you for the time being. Come in together."

After saying this, he was like a fog and swept away towards the hall.

Seeing that he left first, Jian Wushuang looked at the little emperor, frowned slightly and said, "do you know how much you know about him and how many things he has hidden from you?"

The little emperor was a little dumbfounded, and said a moment later, "Yuanjun was one of the only two elders who followed me when I was young. Although he soon solved the fairy source, I always knew his care for me. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't leave the inheritance to me."

With that, he stretched out his palm and put it on Jian Wushuang's shoulder, "brother Jian, believe me once, Yuanjun will never be malicious to us."

Jian Wushuang opened his mouth and finally didn't speak.

The two figures immediately entered the huge hall.

What he didn't say is actually quite important.

If it is what xiaodijun said, then Yuanjun is from the source of immortality and fell, leaving only a touch of obsession, the current situation is completely different from what he said.

Yuanjun didn't have a body at all. In other words, his immortal source has been very abundant so far. The appearance of his body is not his last obsession, but a really unbroken immortal body.

This is also why jianwushuang hesitates. After all, in the face of a hidden and extremely powerful existence, it is the right performance to be vigilant.

As soon as I stepped into the huge hall, the dark and muddy smell dissipated a lot.

What came into my eyes were first pavilions and pavilions with elegant shapes, not solemn and cold dead halls.

"Yan boy, come and fish with me."

On a soaring dark fairy Pavilion, Yuan Jun sat on the eaves, holding a fishing rod.

"Here it is." The little emperor answered and stepped onto the fairy pavilion with the sword unparalleled.

After handing him a fishing rod, Yuan Jun looked at Jian Wushuang again and said, "boy, do you like fishing?"

Jian Wudao nodded and said, "it's OK. I used to spend time indulging for a period of time."

"That's good. Those who can calm down are good seedlings." After throwing him a fishing rod, Yuan Jun began to fish with great interest.

The little emperor was sitting in the center and wanted to ask for some information, but he didn't know how to speak and hesitated.

But Yuanjun first said, "Yan boy, can the real emperor of Wuyang change now?"

The little emperor replied, "my father is still the same. After claiming to have established a large division, he settled down and has been living in heaven."

"That's good. His mission is completed, and it's time to take a rest." Yuan Jun nodded at the words. "Say it, why do you remember to see me?"

"Well, that..." xiaodijun scratched his head in embarrassment, "I originally wanted to come to accept the inheritance..."

Hearing this, Yuan Jun hurriedly looked at him carefully, "Yan boy, is your fairy body ready?"

"No, the defect is still there, and I still can't practice. My father promoted me to Yan Xian with a secret method, and I can't get half an inch any more." Said the little emperor.

"Damn it, you belong to the blood of the emperor generation. How can this happen?" Yuan Jun frowned, "isn't there a chance to change?"

"Yuanjun, I have accepted it. My father has nothing to do. Now it looks good." Xiaodijun smiled and said, "the reason why I came here is not for myself, but for brother Jian to accept the inheritance of Yuanjun."

Hearing the words, Yuan Jun looked at Jian Wushuang again, "for him?"

"Yes, I'm just an immortal who can't practice. If it weren't for brother Jian's protection, I would have fallen in assassinations again and again."

As he said this, he told yuan Jun about the complicated relationship between several emperors.

Finally, he said quietly, "our generation will only end up killing."

Yuanjun was silent, stretched out his hand and gently patted xiaodijun on the shoulder, "it's hard for you."

"However, my heritage is no longer there."

The Little Emperor didn't understand his meaning, and his eyes were confused.

"If you accept my inheritance after I destroyed Xianyuan at the beginning, you can naturally see it, but now everything has changed," Yuan Jun sighed. "Although I can't explain what happened, it really happened."

Jian Wushuang pricked his ears at this time, and he knew that Yuanjun was going to tell the real secret.

"The so-called Yan Xian and even Da Yan Xian are ultimately nothing more than Xianyuan."

"Xianyuan is the real foundation. It complements Xianyuan and is the most important thing for deriving immortals. The fragmentation of Xianyuan means the complete fall."