Chapter 4920

A guy who can kill Da Yan Xian and even make all Yan Xian frown.

At this moment, being besieged and suffering, and irretrievably falling, there is really nothing more pleasant than this kind of thing.

Childe Yu didn't even bother to wait and see. The horror of cangyu bell couldn't even escape from the nine turn big Yan fairy, let alone a small Yan fairy?

Immortal immortal body is collapsing. Immortal body disintegrates like stars and never returns.

At this moment, under the siege of the dark blue heaven, jianwushuang's consciousness has been blurred.

The immortal body is inevitably going to decline. Even if he is still immortal, I'm afraid he will be silent to endless years.

Jian Wushuang wanted to fight against the heavenly way, but found that everything was useless, which was completely beyond the realm of pressure, unimaginable.

Even if he tried his best, he had no chance to break cangyu bell.

"Am I falling like this? But I'm unwilling, unwilling!" Jian Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes, red eyes.

The divine blood flowing on his body is rapidly repairing the dilapidated immortal body, as if it is fighting the way of heaven.

"Huh?" Childe Yu's eyes coagulated, and he saw that his body was actually fighting against the heaven!

"This, how is this possible?!" He was shocked. You know, even the nine turn Dayan fairy can be awed by cangyu bell!

But soon, he relaxed again, and some palpitations.

Because the sword unparalleled only resisted for a moment, and then irresistible to decline.

When childe Yu was a little scared, it was inconceivable that only a Yan Xian could compete with Cang Yu Zhong.

Just when the childe Yu was ready to know the unparalleled sword in advance, two shaky bodies came from the void in the distance.

The first is xiaodijun, whose extravagant clothes have been damaged, and his exposed skin is full of wounds.

But at this moment, his eyes are full of the majesty of the emperor.

He glanced at childe Yu, and then walked to cangyu clock, which was shrinking rapidly.

Childe Yu was overjoyed when he saw this. He never thought that xiaodijun would actually throw himself into the net, saving him the trouble he was looking for.

"Your Highness, do you want us?" Yan Xian asks for his life.

Childe Yu waved his hand and looked arrogant. "I want to see what he is doing when he comes back. I'll take him down later."

All Yan Xian promised, all looking at this scene with a smile.

The slender palm covered with divine blood stuck to the outer wall of cangyu bell. Looking at the sword that was suffering in the clock, xiaodijun knocked the outer wall gently with his fingers, "unparalleled, unparalleled."

Bathed in blood, the falling sword unparalleled difficult to open his eyes, looking at the body shape outside cangyu bell, he sighed secretly.

"Listen to me," the little emperor pasted it outside cangyu bell, and said in a clear voice, "take out the gold and jade ring I gave you earlier, and then open it."

Jian Wushuang could hear his words, but it was difficult to move a finger at this time, not to mention taking out the gold and jade ring in his arms.

The little emperor outside cangyu bell seemed to know his difficulties and began to become at a loss.

And the young master Yu, who was far away, heard something wrong. He hurried to give orders, "hurry, hurry, catch the young master Yan together, don't let him talk!"

All Yan Xian hurried off and caught the little emperor.

Seeing this scene, the dying sword was unparalleled, fighting for the immortal body to break, and stretched his palm into his arms with all his strength.

Even the ancient unknown way of heaven could not help shaking.

The golden jade ring was taken out, and a unique color appeared in the palm of the sword, which turned into white bones.

"Ah!"

He roared and pushed the jade ring in the center of the Golden Jade Ring with his fingers.

In an instant, a more ancient and unknown breath of the way of heaven burst out from it and turned into billions of tassels.

The appearance of that breath made the sword unparalleled, and the dark blue heaven bound around him collapsed directly.

Then, a supreme shadow wearing a white shirt with eyes like bright stars came out of the golden jade ring.

At this moment, all the Wanggu heavenly ways in cangyu bell were prostrate on the ground and trembled.

He is like an ordinary man without any influence, but his eyes have some kind of authority of the superior.

And all Yan Xian, who saw this true shadow, were scared out of their wits, and almost couldn't stand steady. They all knelt down in the void, and the immortal body trembled.

Including the unparalleled sword, he was shocked. What he never thought of was that there was a real shadow of the real emperor Wuyang in the gold and jade ring that the little emperor gave him!

Moreover, this true shadow, unexpectedly, is still the true Shadow of the emperor zhenwuyang at his peak, full of vertical and horizontal arrogance!

The foolish childe Yu also never thought that a little Yan Xian would hold a true Shadow of his emperor's father in his hand.

This is simply unimaginable and unimaginable.

You know, there is no real image of the emperor's father in his hands!

With the appearance of the true Shadow of the real Wuyang emperor in his peak and prosperous period, cangyu bell began to wail, and it simply could not bear the emperor's pressure!

The true Shadow of zhenwuyang in his middle age seemed to have a faint doubt in his eyes. He looked at the boundary of cangyu bell, and then brushed it with his hand.

This contains the cangyu bell of the supreme heaven, which is directly broken!

The residue scattered in the void and soon disappeared.

Then, zhenwuyang Zhenying looked at the dying sword unparalleled, and a little satisfaction and uncertainty flashed between his eyebrows and eyes.

Finally, he said, "are you Yan'er?"

The sword that had no strength to speak was unparalleled, and he could not even shake his head. He could only look at him with determination.

And the real Wuyang shadow laughed, "yes, my son Yan'er really has the posture of emperor. Although he is so embarrassed, it doesn't matter. If he is a father, no one wants to hurt you!"

“……”

Jian Wushuang has been completely speechless, but it's just a one-sided fate. The real shadow of zhenwuyang actually treats him as a childe Yan. Don't they recognize each other?

Just when Jian Wushuang's mind was empty, zhenwuyang, who was full of anger, had looked at Yan immortals who all knelt in the void.

"A group of mole ants, an dares to hurt my Yan'er!"

Childe Yu directly knelt down in the void with a "plop", and exclaimed, "emperor father, it's me, I'm yu'er, and I'm your third son!"

"Huh? Third son?" Zhenwuyang's Zhenying directly wondered, "I don't have only one son, Yan'er. Why do I have a third son?"

Childe Yu knows this is a fatal thing. If he can't explain it clearly, I'm afraid he won't have a chance to leave here at all.

So he made a quick decision, cut his wrist directly, and sprinkled the divine blood in the meridians. "If the emperor father doesn't believe it, check the child's divine blood."