This caused his spiritual thoughts that had reached perfection to be shattered into pieces.
The hard battle that has been going on has made the Immortal Immortal Body unable to hold up at all, and it is even more broken.
Because without the support of Emperor Zhenwu's destiny, it has reached the point of being on the verge of destruction.
He could no longer think clearly, and his spiritual thoughts and immortal body had reached an unprecedented level of pain.
Facing the burning Jian Wushuang, Yu Chang waved his hand and dropped a wisp of the purest ancient black pattern, covering it.
Jian Wushuang stopped roaring and then passed out.
After a moment of silence, a breath that sounded like a sigh but not a sigh disappeared. Yu Chang stretched out his hand to hold it and prepared to leave.
At this moment, several weak breaths of energy came from far and near.
Yu Chang stopped and turned around to look.
Jiang Liyanhui, Fuyao, the giant beast with nine heads and the old sheepherder all came at this time.
Even though they have experienced eternity, been exiled here, and their minds have long since decayed, they still cannot remain calm after seeing the passage to the outside world.
But none of them took that step, because everyone knew very well that Yu Chang, who was standing in front of the passage, could not compete.
Looking at them, Yu Chang said softly, "You can't leave."
At this moment, no one spoke, and there was only bitterness in their eyes.
Covering the disappointment in his eyes, Yan Hui took a step forward and said, "Please take care of his injury."
Yu Chang smiled slightly, "I recognize you, you are the original Sword Immortal."
"It's all in the past, so don't mention it," Yan Huihui smiled sadly, "Please let that kid live well."
Yu Chang nodded, and just as he was about to leave, another voice stopped him.
"please wait a while!"
The old sheepherder's voice was trembling slightly, and he came to him with Di Qing, who was still sleeping, in his arms.
"This one, can you let him out?"
Yu Chang said nothing, stretched out his hand to take Di Qing with his luck, then turned around and left, disappearing completely into the passage.
As he left, the passage closed.
The broken sky began to heal, and the dry, endless sea began to surge again.
Everything that happened before left no trace of its existence, and everything returned to its original appearance.
"Our luck has also recovered."
Looking at the completely closed Tianmen passage, Yan Hui murmured.
Jiang Li was a little lost, "It's like nothing happened."
"Believe me, we will leave one day."
…
pain.
The Immortal Immortal Body seems to have entered some kind of cycle, constantly being destroyed and reshaped.
The pain in this is beyond words.
Every three hundred and sixty breaths, the immortal body will be broken and reshaped, and endless divine blood is flowing.
Even if his spiritual thoughts are perfect, he can't bear it.
When the immortal body was broken and reshaped for thirty-six thousand times, Jian Wushuang finally fell into a coma.
…
The world is silent and the wind is long.
The faint snickering of children could be heard in my ears, and the cool long wind was blowing by, which was indescribably comfortable.
But this kind of comfort is still not worth the pain caused by the dizzy mind. The swelling pain of spiritual thoughts in his mind forced Jian Wushuang to wake up and escape from the pain.
The pupils barely focused, and what came into view was the slightly low green grass.
and several upside-down children's faces.
Among these children's faces, there was a child with a braid on his head and a wicked smile on his face. He pinched a piece of fairy grass and stuffed it into Jian Wushuang's nostril.
The stinging and itching was unbearable, and he sneezed loudly.
With this sneeze, the already weak immortal body almost fell apart.
"Yeah, I finally woke up!" All the children laughed excitedly.
Feeling dizzy and in severe pain in his immortal body, Jian Wushuang was about to struggle to get up, but he soon realized something was wrong.
He was hanging from head to foot, with one leg hanging under a fairy tree.
"Hey, you naughty boys, put me down quickly..."
Jian Wushuang shouted feebly. He wanted to break free with his own strength, but found that it was in vain. He could only beg for mercy from these children.
He was still the naughty boy who teased him. He rolled his smart eyes, smacked his lips and said, "You can think about it, but you have to have something in exchange, such as candy or something."
"Candy? I have a lot of candies. Put me down first and I'll give them to you." Jian Wushuang continued to say weakly.
"You're lying! You only have one pair of pants left, how can you still have room to hide candy?" the naughty boy said loudly, with his hands on his hips, and the other children also agreed.
He was startled and hurriedly looked underneath him. As expected, there was only a pair of pants left.
Besides his pants, even the Boyang bottle around his waist has disappeared.
Although he had some vague impressions of what happened after Emperor Zhenwu took over the immortal body, he was still in a state of shock.
After all, the Boyang bottle contains all the treasures and the true souls of the three emperors. If they are lost, the loss will be immeasurable.
"You guys, put me down quickly, otherwise none of you will get anything good to eat!" Jian Wushuang shouted anxiously.
He never thought that these jade-like children were not afraid at all and made faces at him.
He was helpless, but he couldn't even use any of his energy.
This situation did not last long. When a little boy with double buns and red lips and white teeth ran over, they all dispersed.
"Hmph, you little guys, if you dare to tease the guests next time, I will make you walk away without food!"
The little boy had his hands on his hips and his chubby little face was full of sullenness.
After completely driving away the group of naughty boys, the little boy hurriedly ran in front of Jian Wushuang, waved his hand and cut off the fairy vines, allowing him to fall to the ground.
He groaned as his body landed on the ground, and he fell to pieces.
"Brother Jian, I knew it was you who came!"
A crisp yet soft voice sounded from the little boy's mouth, and then she excitedly threw herself into Jian Wushuang's arms.
This pounce almost knocked him out of breath.
His eyes darkened for a moment, and then the stars appeared in the sky.
"Hey, Brother Jian, what's wrong with you?"
"I...it's okay."
Holding back his immortal body that was about to fall apart, Jian Wushuang showed a smile that was uglier than crying, hugged the boy in his arms, and sat up.
The little boy with double buns, red lips and white teeth, who looks like a jade doll, is none other than Xiao Ami, the first boy Jian Wushuang met when he first came to heaven.
"Ami, why are you here? It's very dangerous here." Jian Wushuang hugged her tightly subconsciously and said with some vigilance.
"Ah? It's not dangerous, Brother Jian, this is heaven." Ami blinked and said smartly.
(End of chapter)