With another finger pointing out, an Immortal Immortal was destroyed by the same method.
Of the twelve Immortals, only ten are left at this moment, and at the same time, there are still more than 800 top ancestor cultivators left.
Seeing him kill a derivative immortal so easily, Jian Wushuang was secretly shocked, knowing that even he himself would never be able to do it so easily.
Standing in his own domain, the little emperor is like an unquestionable master, taking away dozens of black-robed ancestors with every wave of his hand.
The thin purple robe, Chen Qing and others also reacted and started to fight back.
After Jian Wushuang glanced back, he continued to break through the siege.
Terrified by the killing, only eight of the dozen Immortal Immortals are left at this moment!
Finally, a black-robed Immortal came to his senses, took something out of his arms with difficulty, and then nailed it to the ground.
It was a palm-sized flag. As the first flag fell, all the top cultivators in black robes took out the same flag from their arms and threw it out.
There were nearly a hundred flags filled with strange energy. As soon as they fell into the air, they directly connected with each other to form a large formation and suppressed them directly.
The face of the thin purple-robed man changed drastically. He wanted to reach out and grab the flag, but he was a step too late.
The flag was like the eye of the formation. Once it landed, the vast force of the ban broke through the little emperor's territory in an instant, like a big bell, and tightly bound him within it.
As if suffering a backlash, the little emperor suddenly exuded a ray of bright red divine blood, and his terrifying energy shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Chen Qing's face was horrified when he saw this. He raised the long sword filled with immortal energy and stabbed at the magic circle.
However, the invincible sword edge has lost its previous effect this time, and even the magic circle has not been shaken at all.
"Young Master!" The thin purple-robed man rushed forward. He was so anxious that he vomited another mouthful of divine blood.
The black-robed Immortals who gradually enveloped several people stopped when they saw what was happening and looked at them with a playful expression.
Once this formation is specially designed for the little emperor, once it is trapped, the divine body and immortal source will automatically be dissolved by nirvana without anyone else having to do anything, and there is no possibility of survival at all.
He and Chen Qing alone were unable to break through this abyss-like formation. The thin purple-robed man's eyes were red, and he was completely crazy and desperate to use his energy to destroy the formation.
The little emperor seemed to have anticipated his own fate. Instead, he sat calmly on the spot and wiped the divine blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand. He looked at the thin purple-robed man and said with a low smile, "Big companion, just leave now. The further away, the better. If Jian Wushuang is willing to take you, just follow him."
The thin Zipao shook his head. He seemed to realize something. He suddenly turned back to look at Jian Wushuang not far away, and then knelt down on one knee, "Please save the little emperor."
All Yanxian's expressions changed slightly when they heard this, and after glancing at Jian Wushuang, in order to prevent Chi Ze from changing, they took action again!
The body flew into the formation, and nearly ten terrifying forces intertwined, trying to kill the little emperor with one blow.
Sighing in his heart, Jian Wushuang finally took a step forward, and his unparalleled force surged out, clearing the ground around him in an instant.
A kind of black-robed ancestor who wanted to step forward to stop them was surprised to find that they were unable to get even an inch forward!
Chunqiu followed him, controlling the eight-armed glare to block some attacks.
A majestic river formed entirely by the sword's will, like the Milky Way rolling backwards, swept forward with Jian Wushuang's finger!
Chen Qing's eyes widened as he saw it. He also entered Tao with a sword. How could he not understand how terrifying this sword Tao was like a vast ocean!
Even though he had practiced swordsmanship to a point that even Yanxian could not match, after seeing this magnificent sword intention, he knew directly and clearly that it was impossible to stop it.
Who is this mysterious young man who looks like a knight-errant? ! Everything seemed to be condensed, the eight Immortals were even in mid-air, and only the sword was galloping forward.
The forbidden formation composed of hundreds of flags only existed for a moment under the impact of this magnificent river of sword intent, and then instantly shattered.
And the terrifying power of the eight rays that was supposed to hit the little emperor was all destroyed in the long river.
Those who were closer were cut off by the endless swordsmanship on the spot!
"Whoever takes another step forward will die." Jian Wushuang said calmly, but his eyes did not look at those Yanxian from beginning to end, as if they were like air.
The magic circle was broken, and the little emperor who sat on the ground looked at Jian Wushuang and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
The thin Zipao, Chen Qing and others immediately stood by his side.
Jian Wushuang looked at him calmly, then tilted his head slightly and said, "Let's go."
The eight Yanxian immediately surrounded him and one of them, the oldest black-robed Yanxian, took a step forward and gritted his teeth and said, "You are not one of his subordinates. Do you know that if you let him go, you will become our enemy?"
Jian Wushuang glanced at him and said softly, "If you decide to leave right away, I will let you live. If you insist on blocking them, just stay here."
As soon as these words came out, all the top cultivators in black robes were stunned, and then they all looked at Jian Wushuang strangely.
This young man dressed as a ranger, with no discernible identity or realm, although his control over Yanli is extremely terrifying, he is not unable to deal with it. Facing this black-robed top cultivator who still has nearly a thousand people, not only can he not Being timid and speaking arrogantly instead
Is this because he really has the ability or a trump card, or is he just being reckless
A group of Immortals were the first to react, and the leader of the group, the elder, laughed ferociously, "It's not us who want to stay, but you!"
After finishing speaking, a majestic beam of light poured out and headed straight for Jian Wu's double-sided door.
Without even looking at him, Jian Wushuang struck his side with a palm, and a blast of energy with awe-inspiring killing intent blasted past him.
The ferocious smile that he was confident of winning even hung on his face, and the next moment, Chang Yanxian flew directly backwards.
A blow that was enough to make the ancestor of the Swirling Immortal, who had surpassed the Yanxian, be vigilant. The blow that hit the elder who was just in the Yanxian realm was enough to make him drink a pot.
Jian Wushuang, who had been completely released, no longer had the baggage in his heart, and he walked around the circle calmly as if he was in a deserted place.
If he really couldn't handle it, the worst he could do was call out the true shadow of the Three Emperors and completely clear this place.
If the little emperor pursues the matter later, he may not pursue it further.
"Don't wait any longer. You leave first and I'll take care of the rest." Jian Wushuang said softly.
The thin purple robe solemnly thanked him, and then led the way with Chen Qing and others!
The little emperor glanced back at Jian Wushuang, pretending to be relaxed and said, "Thank you, I owe you once."
"Save your life first." He still had no unnecessary expression.
(End of chapter)