Jian Wushuang half-leaned in front of the haystack and said leisurely, "I am not the emperor you said, I am just a wandering cloud and wild crane."
Chunqiu didn't say much. After smiling in return, he stopped talking.
"Why were you caught here and became a prisoner?" Jian Wushuang turned to look at him and asked.
"Because of the defeat," Chunqiu did not hide anything and said slowly, "My father was once an emperor, but he died in the war. As the emperor's son, although I was spared the slaughter, I became a prisoner. It would be better to die. It’s a pleasure.”
"Do you know how many years have passed since I looked like this?" Chunqiu laughed at himself, "Even the birth and death of the Milky Way in the universe has started countless reincarnations."
"I want to leave here all the time, but in the end it's just a luxury."
Jian Wushuang did not speak, and it was difficult to remove the chains around his neck. This fundamentally greatly restricted his abilities, and he could die if he was not careful.
So he can't do anything now, can't say anything, just wait for the opportunity.
Time passed by, and a few days later, a few hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the silent prison.
Then nearly ten men in black robes appeared.
Jian Wushuang, who was slowly recovering his power, only glanced at it and knew that among the nearly ten people, there were at least two ancestors.
One of the skinny old men took a step forward, glanced at him and Chunqiu, then raised his big palm and grabbed the two of them.
Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed, and he brushed it away with his palm. The ethereal energy directly offset the skinny old man's palm print.
A flash of horror flashed in the eyes of the skinny old man, and then he took a deep breath and said, "Are you trying to disobey me?"
Jian Wushuang looked at him calmly, then stood up and walked out slowly, followed closely by Chunqiu.
As he was escorted out of the prison, Jian Wushuang saw a vast square.
Right in front of the vast square, there is a huge ancient bronze palace located in the clouds and smoke. The clouds and smoke above it change into various scenes, which is quite mysterious.
Walking forward leisurely, Jian Wushuang was like a majestic emperor at this time, without any consciousness of being a prisoner.
The skinny old man was quite angry about this, but judging from the previous confrontation, the person the little emperor designated to meet was by no means something he could compete with.
Chunqiu, who was following closely behind Jian Wushuang, raised his head and looked at the huge bronze palace. The corners of his eyes that were already slightly wrinkled trembled. His hatred flashed away, and then he calmed down again.
The giant bronze door, which was a hundred feet high, opened quietly, and hundreds of wisps of cloud smoke floated out, transforming into chasing birds, and cloud butterflies hovering in front of everyone.
Deep in the huge palace, a figure wearing luxurious clothes, half leaning on the bed, opened his eyes and looked outside the palace door.
With their eyes facing each other, the figure in luxurious clothes slowly stood up, with long hair hanging down to the ground behind her. Her face looked like a boy or girl, and was indescribably charming.
"Welcome to the emperor's bedroom, everyone." He raised his eyebrows and smiled, slowly raising his arms.
"I've seen the little emperor." More than a dozen black-robed guards knelt down and said in respect.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the figure in luxurious clothes, known as the Little Emperor, said softly, "Everyone, please go down. No one is allowed to take a step without my order."
A group of people in black robes responded and then all exited the hall.
Lying down barefoot, the little emperor stretched lazily and walked forward slowly.
With every step he took, an identical true shadow emerged from behind him. There were already dozens of true shadows in the originally empty and dead palace.
The extremely rich and powerful energy fills every space. Looking at more and more figures in front of him, Jian Wushuang's pupils moved slightly. He could feel that all the true figures were in the realm of immortality.
This little emperor's strength is unfathomable, and even he feels an inexplicable sense of crisis.
A total of nearly a hundred identical true shadows approached, and a strong aroma with a faint fishy smell hit his nostrils.
"Newcomer, do you know where I am?" A real shadow clung to Jian Wushuang and asked.
Chunqiu took a few steps back with fear in his eyes and the dagger already clenched in his palm.
Jian Wushuang was as still as the mountains, just closing his eyes for a moment, and then suddenly opening his eyes, it was like crossing mountains and rivers, a glance that lasted ten thousand years.
With their eyes facing each other from a distance, the little emperor smiled quietly, then clapped, and hundreds of true shadows merged into one.
"You are quite capable, but why haven't I seen you before?" The little emperor smiled, and then looked at Chun Qiu behind him, "Hey, I have seen you, the son of Emperor Fenghua, Chun Qiu?"
Chunqiu's expression changed dramatically, with resentment all over his face. His right hand, which was holding the dagger tightly, suddenly pulled out the dagger, and stabbed the little emperor's heart directly with its powerful force.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he stood there without giving an inch.
The next moment, there was a layer of ripples in the space, and a thin figure hidden under a purple robe emerged.
At the same time, an even more powerful force directly destroyed Chunqiu's offensive, all falling on him.
Chunqiu let out a muffled groan, and flew backwards for dozens of feet, hitting the giant bronze door hard before barely stopping.
He spit out a large mouthful of divine blood, and at the same time, treasures filled with purple light were scattered on the ground.
The little emperor's face condensed. How could he not know what the treasures scattered from Chunqiu's arms were? He directly looked through the air, and all the treasures scattered on the ground fell into his hands.
"This is it, you killed the Yanxian under the Black Mountain?!" The little emperor looked stern and waved his palm to kill Chunqiu.
However, at this moment, Jian Wushuang suddenly stood in front of Chunqiu and said softly, "I killed that Yanxian and it had nothing to do with him."
The little emperor retracted his palms, as if nothing had happened, turned around and walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back.
"The mountain spirit guarding the Black Mountain is in the realm of immortality. I would like to know how you killed him while wearing chains?"
Violent energy suddenly surged in the Dead Silent Hall, and the thin figure in purple robe moved and directly hit Jian Wushuang with his palm.
The Yan Power that was mastered by Haodian did not leak out at all, and even the air was not moved. However, the terrifying power contained in it made Jian Wushuang not dare to be careless at all, and directly activated the Yan Power to resist.
The seemingly innocuous palm directly knocked him back several feet, and the raging power dissipated.
Holding back the surging divine blood in his body, Jian Wushuang was about to fight again, but the thin purple robe stopped his hand and turned around to follow the little emperor.
"He is quite capable. No wonder he was able to kill Yanxian even though he was imprisoned." The little emperor turned around slowly, his eyes moving.
"But you have to know that Black Mountain Yanxian is my right-hand man. If you kill him, you will break one of my arms. How should this account be settled?"
Jian Wushuang did not speak, but the energy in his body had been adjusted to its peak. If a fight breaks out next, he is confident that he can inflict heavy damage on the little emperor.
(End of chapter)