The tall, thin old man took a deep breath and did not dare to stop for a step. He turned around and shouted, "Shu Zi, I advise you to retreat quickly. I will put your past offenses behind you!"
"Otherwise, you and others will not be able to withstand this emperor's iron-fisted methods!"
"Why is this guy so verbose?" Jian Wushuang was a little speechless. He was used to seeing too many fights where they disagreed and drew swords to cut each other. Facing such a kind-hearted old man, he didn't know how to take action.
Judging from the troubles mentioned by the little emperor, the true souls of these emperors should be purged from the entire Ten Thousand Eyes Heaven.
Jian Wushuang has never been an indecisive person. He still has too many things to do when he enters Dayan Huan, and there is no way he will be imprisoned in Black Mountain.
Without any further hesitation, Jian Wushuang aimed directly at the tall, thin old man and slashed down, his sharp sword intent rising vertically and horizontally.
The tall, thin old man was startled and turned sideways almost instinctively, narrowly avoiding the terrifying blow.
At this point, the two of them were chasing each other between heaven and earth.
Although the tall and thin old man was only in the form of a soul, his power was at its peak, and Jian Wushuang was unable to do anything to him for a moment.
However, some random punches would kill the old master. Jian Wushuang swung his sword behind him, and one of the swords hit the old man's butt, causing him to scream like a pig being plucked.
"Shuzi, if you dare to sneak attack on this emperor, your soul will be whipped in the future." The tall and thin old man did not bother to cover the injured area, turned his head and said harshly.
Jian Wushuang was helpless, and at the same time he began to deeply doubt whether this explanation-like chatterbox was really an emperor...
There was another round of fighting, and the invisible sword made several more wounds on the tall and thin old man's body. The pain made him curse again and again.
Jian Wushuang ignored him and wanted to clear Wanmutian.
Perhaps knowing that the situation was over and there was no way to escape, the tall and thin old man simply paused on the spot, looking like he was waiting to be killed.
Caught off guard, Jian Wushuang almost stabbed him with his sword.
The tall and thin old man put his hands behind his back and laughed loudly and said, "Good boy, I am the emperor today, and I want you to give a message to the old man Zhen Wuyang. Just say that Yang Jun regrets his death, which is his biggest regret. I just can’t see you wearing sackcloth and being a dutiful son, hahaha!”
“…”
Jian Wushuang's head was covered with black lines.
"Come on, kill me and go back to die!" the tall, thin old man said with open arms.
A flash of hesitation flashed across Jianwu's eyes, and he lowered the invisible long sword he raised.
Judging from the performance of this tall, thin old man, he is not a bad person, but has a bit of a real character.
Compared with the boy-girl-looking little emperor, who has a sinister look on his face, he looks more like a good person.
There was silence between heaven and earth for a moment, and the tall, thin old man with an expression as if he was looking forward to death did not wait for a head-on blow.
"Do you have any way to hide your aura, or leave here and never set foot here again?" Jian Wushuang retracted his sword and said softly.
The tall, thin old man was startled, obviously he hadn't reacted yet, "You're not going to kill me?"
"Too lazy to kill." Jian Wushuang said concisely.
The expression of the tall and thin old man suddenly became wonderful, "Good boy, let me tell you that you are upright, how could you associate with such shameless people as Zhen Wu Yang, I am indeed right!"
"Don't interrupt, let's get down to business and leave here." Jian Wushuang said helplessly.
The tall, thin old man scratched his head, looking troubled.
The next moment, the color of the sky and the earth suddenly changed, and the clouds were like rolling back the sky and the sea, rushing and changing.
"Who dares to trespass into Wanmu Tian!"
A low roar with supreme power resounded throughout the world and rushed over.
Even Jian Wushuang's calm heart trembled. The tall, thin old man suddenly became impatient when he saw such a changing scene, "This old guy acts like he's singing a big show every time he appears. He's really worth the price!"
“…”
Immediately afterwards, an old man with supreme majesty in his brows came riding the wind. He was also wearing imperial clothes. Although he was equally shabby, he could not hide his terrifying strength.
With their eyes facing each other, Jian Wushuang almost immediately activated his energy.
However, the tall and thin old man was extremely calm. He raised his head and shouted, "Old Dao Gong, come down quickly and pick up the guests!"
“…”
Jian Wushuang's head was covered with black lines.
"Old guy, you were crying for help just now. Now that your father is supporting you, you are so stubborn again?" After hearing this, the old man who was still holding his airs in the clouds rolled up his sleeves with both hands and rushed down.
The tall, thin old man curled his lips, avoided a flying kick very skillfully, and said, "Old man, hurry up and get back on your feet. This concerns the three of us."
Hearing this, the majestic old man acted as if nothing had happened. He rolled down his sleeves, looked at Jian Wushuang and said warily, "Did Mr. Zhen Wuyang ask you to persuade him to surrender?"
"That's wrong, this kid definitely can't deal with Zhen Wuyang." The tall, thin old man reminded him at the right time.
"Then what are you here for?" The majestic old man looked at Jian Wushuang again.
"It concerns me. I came here to cleanse the Ten Thousand Eyes Sky as a last resort," Jian Wushuang said, "I don't want to create unreasonable killing karma, so I would like to ask you two to leave here and never set foot here again."
As Jian Wushuang's voice fell, another angry shout rang out from the sky, "You talk arrogantly, you ignorant child!"
This time, before Jian Wushuang could react, the tall, thin old man and the majestic old man took action at the same time. Two rays of energy rushed directly into the clouds, causing the sound to disappear.
"What is your relationship with Zhen Wuyang?" the majestic old man asked.
Jian Wushuang said directly, "I don't know Zhen Wuyang. The reason why I came to clean up was just out of helplessness."
"What if we don't leave?"
"Then I can only clean up this place." Jian Wushuang said slowly.
The majestic old man laughed angrily, and his energy condensed into substance, turning into hundreds of sharp cones pointed at him.
"It's just you, aren't you going to pray a little to survive?"
"It's easy to discuss things. It's too vulgar to use brute force!" the tall, thin old man said quickly.
Then he looked at Jian Wushuang, embarrassment flashed in his eyes, "It's not that we don't want to leave, but outside of Wanmu Tian, everything is in the realm of Zhenwu Yang Lao'er. Once he finds out, the three of us will , even the true soul has to dissipate."
"So we can't get out of this Ten Thousand Eyes Heaven at all. Once we go there, we will never come back."
Jian Wushuang frowned slightly. If they didn't leave, the Ten Thousand Eyes Sky wouldn't be able to be purged. If they couldn't be purged, the little emperor wouldn't be able to let him go.
During this hesitation, there was a sound of breaking through the air behind him, and a slightly breathless Spring and Autumn flew past.
"Brother Jian, it turns out you are here, making it easy for me to find you."
The tall and thin old man's nose twitched slightly, he looked at Chunqiu with some confusion and asked, "The breath of the treasure?"
Chunqiu didn't know why, but he became vigilant.
"Why does this kid have the smell of Boyang bottle on his body?" the tall, thin old man said in a low voice.
(End of chapter)