The blazing murderous intent paused for a moment.
It was this moment of stagnation that allowed Jian Wushuang to breathe.
He almost used up all his strength to escape.
But it was still half a minute too late.
The terrifying aura that was incomparable and beyond imagination could easily destroy Jian Wushuang's arm!
His entire right arm holding the invisible sword was completely shattered!
Losing an arm in exchange for a chance to escape, cold sweat flowed from Jian Wushuang's temples.
That kind of irresistible and untouchable aura is really terrifying. Just the last obsession of the emperor is so terrifying. What will it be like if the emperor comes in person
"What a good boy, I can actually let you escape." Di Qing looked at him with a cold face, "At the beginning, I might have accepted you as an envoy, but now, anyone who dares to touch the heaven will be destroyed! "
A voice as loud as a bell rang out, and his golden pupils scanned everyone present.
Chunqiu and Cui Jing, who were in a weaker realm, seemed unable to bear the unnamed oppression at this moment, and directly knelt heavily on the ground.
Chen Qing was obviously extremely distressed, but he still struggled to break away from the restraints, stretched out his arms, and tried to drag Jian Wushuang out of the range.
But Xinghuo An could compete with Haoyue, and the force he released was directly defeated by the emperor's obsession in Di Qingxian's body!
Jian Wushuang, who had lost his right arm, was breathless and had no possibility of escape. He had already decided to dissipate all his energy and try his best to save the last breath.
The entire heaven was trembling. Although it was the last obsession of the emperor, it could still easily kill them and destroy them.
No one can escape the emperor's punishment.
Jian Wushuang felt as if his whole body had fallen into an endless abyss. It was extremely cold and every cell was shattering.
The golden eyes were so bright that they seemed to have been sentenced to death.
"Did he really die like this?" He couldn't believe it, and Di Qing's cold face was reflected in his deep pupils.
Everything is in nirvana, undergoing final disintegration.
Just when the emperor was obsessed with punishing him, a sudden and inappropriate doubt sounded around Jian Wushuang.
"Huh? Why is there such a familiar atmosphere here? Have you two old guys noticed it?"
It was the voice of the tall, thin old man Yang Jun, coming from the Boyang bottle.
Jian Wushuang trembled all over, as if grasping the last straw, he desperately uncorked the Boyang bottle.
Yang Jun's figure then walked out of the Boyang bottle, his eyes directly locked on Di Qing's figure, a little surprised.
Di Qing, who was in the process of handing down the punishment, also stopped moving, his pupils emitting golden light, also in disbelief.
"Yang Jun?!"
"Six crows?!"
Two suspicious voices sounded at the same time.
The tall and thin old man Yang Jun couldn't believe it. He walked forward in a circle, circled around Di Qing, and murmured, "Isn't this old boy like you a dead scumbag? Why are you like this?" What does it look like?" Di Qing took a deep breath, stared at Yang Jun deeply, and then said with some uncertainty, "Are you really Yang Jun?"
"Looking across the sky, who can find the second emperor with more temperament than me, Yang Jun?" Yang Jun stood up straight and stroked his beard.
"Sure enough, it's you..." Di Qing's eyes twitched slightly, and then she said with emotion, "I really didn't expect that I would be able to see my old friend before I leave."
"Speaking of which, I remember, haven't you... why are you fully recovered now?" Yang Jun was a little confused and looked at him carefully.
Di Qing smiled bitterly upon hearing this, and then a dark blue cloud of smoke poured out from the top of his head.
At the same time as this wisp of dark green smoke poured out, Di Qing's entire figure immediately weakened, and then he fell into the hall and passed out.
The clouds and smoke slowly took shape in the air, and finally condensed into the true form of the emperor wearing Mo Yu Liuyun Emperor's uniform.
"My true shadow has been shattered in that battle, and even my true body has been turned into powder. What you see now is just an obsession, an obsession that is about to dissipate."
The Emperor, whom Yang Jun called Liu Crow, had a flash of loneliness in his red gold pupils.
After hearing these words, Yang Jun couldn't control his anger and said, "Damn Zhen Wuyang, when this emperor fully recovers, he will definitely maintain the blood feud!"
At the same time, two more streams of light emerged from the Boyang bottle and came to the Six Crows Emperor.
"Six Crows, long time no see."
Su He, who had strange double eyes, and Dao Gong, who had a majestic face, both appeared with smiles on their faces.
The Six Crow Emperor's eyes narrowed, and finally he smiled, "I knew you three old guys must still be alive."
"We are no longer here, and we can only see you one last time now."
The atmosphere was a bit heavy, and the Three Emperors naturally noticed that the true shadow of the Six Crows Emperor had long since disappeared, and now he was just the last obsession.
"You are just too stubborn and don't understand the reason why you should not be afraid of running out of firewood if you keep the green hills." Yang Jun sighed. His old friend who was also the emperor in the past has become like this, and naturally he feels very lonely.
But Emperor Six Crows showed a comfortable smile, "I fought for True Shadow Shatter, and I also dealt with Zhen Wuyang severely at the beginning, leaving him with a scar that cannot be healed. If I have to choose again now, I will still do it.”
"This is my destination. You don't have to worry. Since you all left behind the true shadow, there will be a day when you can recover. It won't be too late to go to Zhen Wuyang to collect debts."
Seeing that Emperor Liucrow was so open-minded, the Third Emperor couldn't help but ask, "Liucrow, have you put it down?"
"Put it down?" Emperor Six Crows took a deep breath, and then yelled angrily, "Put it down, I'm going to fart, I want to eat his bones and blood all the time, and give it to my son. Buried with the people.”
The three emperors looked at each other, and they all couldn't laugh or cry. This was the speaking style of this emperor who seemed to have a calm face and kept everything at face value.
Seemingly throwing away his inner restraint, Liu Ya then simply said, "I'm going to die soon. I'll leave it to you three old guys to kill Zhen Wuyang. Remember, if that day comes, don't forget Please stab me with a sword."
"It's a pity that we, the Four Emperors, can't have a drink at the end." The Six Crows Emperor looked regretful.
When Yang Jun heard this, he seemed to feel something. His nose twitched slightly, and then he turned to look at Chen Qing below.
Chen Qing, who was dragging Jian Wushuang back, felt an inexplicable crisis arise, and the hair on his back stood up.
"I can smell the smell of wine on this kid." Yang Jun made a small move, then reached out and plucked the wine gourd from Chen Qing's waist.
(End of chapter)