Jian Wushuang appeared at some unknown time, his figure standing far away in the void, a glow of light overflowing from his fingers, like golden sand, scattered throughout the whirling sky.
The people who were struggling to resist felt that the pressure on their bodies was relieved. The almost shocking eight-armed glare actually stopped at this moment, and then the eight arms retracted and the four eyes closed.
"What, what's going on?"
Chunqiu was puzzled at first, and then he understood after looking at Jian Wushuang, who stood far away in the void, with a glow like golden sand surging around his body.
Jian Wushuang has already given him a strong image of being able to turn the tide and have everything in mind.
The last person who could give Chunqiu such a sense of reassurance was his imperial father Fenghua.
As the Eight-Armed Angry Eyes came to a standstill, the entire Whirlpool Heaven was on the verge of collapse.
The bald Arhat, whose divine body was blown to pieces, looked at Jian Wushuang in despair with his eyes wide open.
Although in the realm of immortality, as long as the breath is continuous, he is close to immortality, but he was frightened. He felt that everything in his body was dissipating rapidly, as if being stripped away by some supreme energy.
Slowly exhaling a breath, Jian Wushuang reached out and grasped the bald arhat's head in his hands.
The great terror between life and death made his teeth tremble, and he could not even speak completely.
"Yan, Lord Yanxian, please let me go..."
Jian Wushuang was obviously too lazy to talk nonsense. If the bald arhat had stayed there and not come out to rob the Tao, this series of things would definitely not have happened.
The matter has come to this, and the roots have been eradicated.
He stretched out his two fingers and pointed them in the middle of the bald Arhat's face. An overwhelming energy that could not be resisted directly crushed his origin.
"No… "
The ugly head was shattered into pieces, and the ancestor of the Whirlpool who occupied the entire Whirlpool of Heaven was finally destroyed in Jianwu's hands.
In order to prevent him from dying, Jian Wushuang used his great supernatural power to completely clear out the nearly billions of miles of the whirling sky, strangling any breath that might rekindle.
At this point, without harming other living beings, most of the whirling sky has become a dead zone.
As the bald arhat died, the earth-shattering eight-armed glare did not disappear. Instead, it turned into a palm-sized piece of painted pottery in the wind and fell into Jian Wushuang's hand.
With eight arms stretched out and eyes as wide as bells, he looks a bit ugly...
Falling from the void to the ground, Chunqiu stepped forward excitedly, "Brother Jian, you are awesome!"
Jian Wushuang smiled slightly and threw the palm-sized painted pottery to Chunqiu, "Here you go."
"What is this?" Chunqiu caught it hurriedly and started playing with it curiously.
As soon as the bald arhat died, all his disciples who had been scattered as birds and beasts were also wiped out by Jian Wushuang.
Jumping onto the deck, Jian Wushuang returned to his old position on the bow and began to sit up.
Zheng Ying glanced at his back, then walked back to the boat.
In this battle in the whirling sky, the originally large team was reduced to less than twenty people, and more than half of them died in the waters of the giant sea.
And this turbulent voyage is coming to an end.
After passing through the whirling world, and continuing to move forward, within a certain period of time, Zheng Ying, who had a mysterious origin, quietly disappeared again.
For some reason, Jian Wushuang was unspeakably worried about this woman whose origin was a mystery.
And as the passage came to an end, the heaven and earth filled with awe-inspiring celestial energy replaced all the previous turmoil.
The mysterious atmosphere also soothed Jian Wushuang's vigilant heart. From time to time, Yanxian riding a crane leaves a streak of white in the sky, and various extremely powerful figures seem to form the main color of this great world.
After several years, the ship finally sailed to its destination - Jingchuan.
This is a super heavenly realm that is majestic and awe-inspiring to the extreme. It is rumored that this was once a dojo enlightened by a certain godless king.
Looking at the several huge ships sailing in the huge sea, the top cultivators coming and going have already become accustomed to them, and they don't even look at them with curiosity.
Swimming through the river, several giant ships entered one after another, and at this moment, more than a dozen black-clothed Immortals came through the air.
The thin purple robe then threw out a light golden secret seal from his hand and fell into the hands of the leader.
After a few breaths, the black-clothed Yanxian headed by him flicked his palm, and a heavenly gate built by the power of cloud and mist slowly opened.
"We're finally here." Chunqiu stretched his body, glanced forward subconsciously from the corner of his eye, and suddenly froze.
Jian Wushuang also frowned slightly.
Behind the Tianmen of Jingchuan, a figure wearing luxurious clothes and a somewhat diffuse expression on his face stood there, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.
Seeing that the giant ship had arrived safely, the little emperor smiled and jumped towards the deck.
"I've seen the little emperor." The thin purple-robed man knelt down on one knee with more than a dozen other purple-robed men to return to life.
"Thank you for your help." The little emperor nodded, and his energy turned into the breeze to lift up the thin purple robe and others, and then he turned his attention to Jian Wushuang.
"Well done, what do you want? Goddess, skills, realm of heaven and earth?" He listed more than ten types one by one, and he waited for Jian Wushuang's reply.
"Fifty years." Jian Wushuang said something he didn't know the origin of.
The little emperor smiled and said, "Seventy years."
Jian Wushuang acquiesced, and then said, "Since there's nothing else going on, I'll go back and get some sleep."
"Don't worry, you probably haven't been to this Jingchuan place yet. I'll take you around here for a while. It won't be too late to come back then." After the little emperor finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back without waiting for Jian Wushuang to reply. Youyou rushed to Jingchuan.
Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly, and then said to Chunqiu beside him, "Just wait for me here, I will come back as soon as I go."
Chunqiu looked around, quickly shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'll just follow Brother Jian, so that we can take care of each other."
Jian Wushuang didn't say much, and moved forward in an airy manner.
As the most vast world, Jingchuan has a terrifying background, and the monks who can come here are all top cultivators.
Just at a glance, there are dozens and hundreds of ancestors.
As far as the ancestral issue is concerned, Jian Wushuang had a brief discussion with Chunqiu not long ago.
In the Great Evolution World, the ultimate realm of all things, there is no such thing as the ancestor level, but it is replaced by the Evolution Realm.
In other words, every ancestor in this Great Evolution is actually called Ruyan.
At the same time, the strength of these top cultivators belonging to the ancestral level in Dayan Huan is slightly less than that of the ancestral level in the divine universe.
And this half point belongs to the great destiny, which cannot be copied and is uniquely blessed by nature.
Walking side by side with the little emperor, we stopped in front of the gate of Jingchuan River and marched on this vast and vast plain.
(End of chapter)