The Tianmen was shattered, and the silent and solid boundless sea seemed to be awakened with vitality, roaring across the sky!
The dark sea water rolled up billions of dust waves, almost as high as the sky.
At this moment, the entire endless sea was completely boiling.
The Tianmen shattered, and the dusty passage opened. This was originally an invisible sea of nothingness, but it collided with the real atmosphere of the outside world.
Large areas of the Coastless Sea evaporated, and cracks began to appear at the edges.
All this will inevitably perish!
Heiyun was so horrified that he was speechless. He felt an unprecedented aura, a real aura.
The Chaos Emperor's throne was easily torn apart, and all their eyes were focused on one place at this moment.
In front of the broken Tianmen, Jian Wushuang's originally fragmented immortal body was now intact.
His naked chest was completely covered by the Xuanhe Divine Marks, and his long black hair turned completely into red gold, dancing wildly in the air.
The two true eyes also turned into the purest red gold color.
The brilliance cannot be looked directly at, it suppresses the way of heaven and defeats the eternal.
Jian Wushuang at this moment was beyond the imagination of all Dayan Immortals.
The black cloud couldn't even raise the intention of escaping, and stood on the same ground as if dead.
The young emperor's initial madness turned into trembling, and he smelled the most familiar scent.
That kind of aura belongs to a true emperor.
Bian Ziyuan was completely stunned, and then only deep jealousy and madness remained in his eyes.
He is obviously an ant-like Immortal, but he kills all enemies with his own strength. How could this be the doing of an Immortal
Huanghuang cannot be looked directly at, and no aura can touch Jian Wushuang at all.
He slowly raised his palm and looked very satisfied as he looked at the extremely rich luck flowing through him.
"This immortal body is very good and can be used by the emperor."
The exit to completely leave the Infinite Sea was right behind him, but all the Dayan Immortals did not dare to leave at all, or even move their bodies.
Heiyun swallowed hard, glanced at Bian Ziyuan from the corner of his eye, and suddenly had a plan in mind.
The next moment, he gritted his teeth suddenly, waved his hand to push Bian Ziyuan, and threw it towards Jian Wushuang!
At the same time, his body transformed into billions of chaotic auras and swept towards all directions.
Because this happened so fast, Bian Ziyuan was pushed in front of Jian Wushuang without even reacting.
"Pfft!"
A slight sound passed by, and his pupils suddenly opened to their maximum size.
The unspeakable pain, as well as the passage of luck and immortality, made him subconsciously look at his chest.
There, it was completely broken, and the source of luck and immortality was completely dried up in an instant.
And all because of one finger.
Jian Wushuang pointed his finger in the air, causing Bian Zi to fall away from him, and the supreme luck like the colorful rays of light penetrated his back and enveloped the boundless sea unabated.
Shroud, shrink.
The black cloud that had turned into a chaotic aura and fled directly showed its true form.
He was completely desperate and screamed loudly, but in the end he couldn't change the outcome.
Jian Wushuang reached out and flicked Bian Ziyuan, and his supreme luck crushed Bian Ziyuan into powder.
Immediately afterwards, Heiyun was caught in front of him.
"Emperor, Emperor, please consider that my cultivation is not easy, please let me go..." Heiyun's face was ashen, and he had already seen that this sword was unparalleled, not that sword.
He was unmoved, with only contempt and indifference left in his eyes, just like looking at ants.
"Do you want to save your luck, or do you want me to do it?"
Heiyun was completely desperate. He knew that once he was destroyed this time, it would be real destruction. "Without the emperor's help, I will solve my own destiny."
After saying this last sentence, Heiyun didn't say another word and died simply, leaving no trace.
Jian Wushuang was very satisfied with this.
He waved his hand, and a pair of red gold eyes slowly swept across. He was the supreme existence, and no one dared to look directly at him.
Finally, he looked at the young emperor who was retreating, and with a wave of his hand, he grabbed him.
Looking at him, a flash of doubt flashed across Jianwu's eyes, "I think I've seen you before?"
The young emperor's eyes twitched, "I, I am..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted directly.
"It doesn't matter who you are, what matters is your ending, only death."
After saying this, Jian Wushuang didn't hesitate at all. He held his hand and killed him directly.
Everything is completed in an instant, and it can even be said that it is no waste of effort.
He turned his neck slightly, and then suddenly pulled Fuyao in front of him, but he did not make a move. After a flash of doubt in his eyes, he was relieved, "You are still his friends. I won't make a move, so you can retreat."
There was deep fear in Fuyao's eyes, but she did not retreat, but said tremblingly, "You, you are not him, please give him back."
"Oh? It's really interesting. Do you think I will let him come back?" Jian Wushuang's mouth moved slightly, revealing a sly smile, "The owner of this immortal body from now on is me, not him."
After he finished speaking, he seemed to be uninterested. He waved Fuyao away and turned to look at the passage behind him.
Behind the broken heavenly gate is a passage, a passage leading to the real outside world.
At this moment, even he was moved.
It has been too long, it has been so long that he has almost forgotten the past.
I don’t know how many reincarnations Tian Dao has entered, and I don’t know what the outside world has become.
Now, he can finally go out.
Just as he was about to step into the passage, two sword intents coming from the sky crushed him.
Jian Wushuang's face turned cold, and he turned around. With just a sweep of his true eyes, the unparalleled sword intent instantly shattered and dissipated.
Jiang Li and Yan Hui retreated thousands of feet at the same time, vomiting blood and feeling weak.
Suppressing the killing intent in his eyes, he finally did not kill them all and turned around to enter the passage.
But the next moment, billions of colorful flowers suddenly shot out from the depths of the passage, shining endlessly.
Jian Wushuang looked shocked, raised his hand to block, and flew back instantly.
"You are well, Emperor Zhenwu."
The endless long breath came over everything, and this eternal sound seemed to contain the most rational rules, causing the laws of heaven to begin to emerge.
When he heard this voice, Jian Wushuang's expression changed and he clenched his fists tightly.
Along with the endless leisurely breath, a skinny old man wearing a black robe stepped into the endless sea with colorful flowers on his feet.
It was as if the rules of the great road were flowing through his body, with lines of mysterious text slowly flowing around.
His eyes were cloudy, and nothing could be reflected in his pupils.
Looking at this figure, Jian Wushuang took a deep breath.
"Yu Chang, are you coming to stop me?"
"It's your duty, don't blame the Zhenwu Emperor." The skinny old man nodded slightly, with a rather kind face.
(End of chapter)