His young master Jiu never expected that the guy who should have died not only did not die, but actually returned using the Immortal Style.
How could he not be shocked that a seemingly inconspicuous and unpredictable guy could actually comprehend the Immortal Style
You must know that being able to understand the immortal style means that the realm of immortality is perfect and that you have touched a higher level.
Understanding and making good use of it further illustrates its terrifying nature, and breaking through to the immortal world will only be a matter of time and years.
Looking back from ancient times to the present, I don’t know how many top cultivators have difficulty entering the realm of Yanxian, and above the Yanxian, the realm of delusion makes even Yanxian despair.
Yanxian is a watershed. Even if his lifespan is endless, he cannot feel the mysterious and mysterious destiny, and he can only despair.
At the same time, even if they are transcendent immortals, there are very few who can die a good death.
Unable to break through the realm and reach another level, endless longevity is like a trap and a cage for them.
The immortals who have not broken the shackles may die in a tragic battle due to the turmoil in the heaven, or they may cut off their immortal origins and not even enter reincarnation.
This is a path of cultivation with no retreat. The vast silence is far more numerous than the brutal killings.
The first step to break through the shackles is to realize the Immortal Style.
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At present, the spectacles that are coming one after another are nothing if not immortal!
The little emperor was already shocked. When he saw that figure commanding the mountains and rivers like an emperor, the scene he least wanted to see appeared in his heart.
"So, is this his true strength..."
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"That's enough! Stop it." Young Master Jiu's eyes began to turn red. He waved his palms and suddenly tore apart the mountain that was suppressing him.
The successive fierce battles had made Young Master Jiu tired, especially since the little emperor's previous Immortal Style had consumed more than half of his physical strength.
The several Yanxian present all retreated voluntarily, for fear of becoming cannon fodder.
Jian Wushuang, whose eyebrows were dotted with Canggu Galaxy, looked at him indifferently.
Young Master Jiu gasped slightly, with a bit of hysteria, "Do you think, do you think you can deal with me with just one strike of the Immortal Style?"
"Prepare to regret it."
The light red scroll that stretches for thousands of miles becomes more and more intense. Young Master Jiu stands in the center of the scroll, slowly condensing powerful energy in his hands.
Immediately afterwards, the scroll twisted and curled up, forming a series of real shadows.
That every true shadow is the young master's fault.
The light red true shadows condensed into substance, all surrounding Jian Wushuang.
"You guys never shed tears until you see the coffin. Since you want to fight to the end, I have no choice but to send you to see the coffin."
Young Master Jiu smiled strangely, and after he whispered the word "annihilate" in a low voice, the space in the picture scroll was swallowed up by extreme darkness.
Outsiders cannot detect the scene at all.
Nearly a hundred true shadows in the entire scroll space were all moving at this moment, rushing forward with powerful force.
Jian Wushuang noticed the change at the first moment. He waved his hand suddenly, and a bright sun hung high, shining for hundreds of miles.
The indescribable beam of light barely tore through the darkness, and the real shadows that were rushing towards each other directly turned into pools of mud and fell to the ground when they touched the beam of the sun.
But Jian Wushuang immediately felt that something was wrong. Those true shadows that had turned into mud were rolling and running. In just an instant, they turned into thousands of chains, trapping him from bottom to top. The next moment, countless strange eyes appeared in this originally extremely dark space!
Each pair of eyes may be playful, cruel, or indifferent, like an endless abyss, making people fall deep into it at a glance.
Jian Wushuang was trapped by the chains and could not move at all. He could only watch the eyes above his head frantically eating away at the energy in his body.
Outside this extremely dark space, the corner of Young Master Jiu's mouth revealed a smile with an unclear meaning: "If it were not in heaven, I would definitely treat you well."
Then, he slowly turned around and faced the helpless little emperor and said softly, "Your support has already taken a step forward. If you don't withdraw, are you planning to let me throw you out?"
The little emperor looked at Young Master Jiu with cold eyes. With his own intuition, he knew that Jian Wushuang could not be eliminated so easily.
Sure enough, before the smile on Young Master Jiu's face faded, the extremely dark space stretching thousands of miles behind him suddenly exploded!
There were pitiful cries and howls sounded in the wind, and a huge amount of mixed black energy exploded.
A figure holding a divine peak in one hand suddenly arrives!
Jian Wu's eyes were extremely cold, then he faced Young Master Jiu and threw the divine peak in his hand.
Caught off guard, Young Master Jiu didn't even make a sound before he was suppressed by the divine peak coming towards him.
The sacred peak, which was already thousands of feet high, swelled in the wind and turned into a sacred mountain tens of thousands of feet high. With an irresistible power, it sealed his entire body within the roots of the mountain.
The earth collapsed, the Milky Way reversed course, and strange phenomena occurred.
Adhering to the principle of taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Jian Wushuang concentrated all his strength on the soles of his feet, and then with a powerful and heavy kick that shook the earth, he stomped heavily on the top of the sacred mountain.
"Boom!"
The sacred mountain, which was tens of millions of feet long, could not withstand this kick, and a deep ravine opened up.
The huge force went straight to the surface. Young Master Jiu, who was pinned down by the roots of the mountain, was so angry that he sank into his dantian. When he was about to rush out in one go, he was almost kicked to the point of exploding the fairy source by this huge force.
As soon as his vision darkened, bright red divine blood spurted out from his nose.
Just when Jian Wushuang was about to go all out and take the life of Young Master Jiu, a loud sound of morning bells and evening drums rang out.
"The time has come, please stop here and rush to heaven."
Wearing a black robe and extremely mysterious, Uncle Yu appeared in the heaven, looking at each of the last remaining Immortals with somewhat cloudy eyes.
A flash of coldness flashed across Jianwu's eyes, and when he was about to unleash the final thunder blow, he found that the air seemed to be stagnant, actually suppressing the force of the expansion.
As if he felt something, he turned to look at Uncle Yu who appeared in the heaven.
Their eyes met, and there was a subtle fluctuation in Uncle Yu's cloudy eyes. Then he turned his head, waved his sleeves, and teleported Young Master Jiu, who was sealed under the divine peak, back to the heaven.
"Please everyone, rush to heaven immediately."
After saying these last words, the entire heaven became completely silent.
The remaining Yanxian glanced at each other, and then they all quickly escaped from here and rushed to heaven.
Slowly exhaling a breath, Jian Wushuang finally relaxed.
The battle for the peach that lasted for half a year ended with Jian Wushuang's victory in suppressing Feng Gongzijiu and holding the fairy peach.
(End of chapter)