They all drowned in the Tianhe River, passed out, and seemed unable to wake up in a short time.
Sitting on the back of the green bull, the little boy stared at them and let out another faint sigh.
Then, he stretched out his little hand and touched Qing Niu's neck.
There, is a black and silver collar.
He took off the collar from Qingniu's neck, then waved his hand and threw it at the little emperor.
The collar shrank in the wind, and when it landed next to the little emperor, it had become the size of a bracelet and was put on his wrist.
After doing all this, the little boy stopped staying, clamped his legs around the cow's belly, and then turned around and swam into the Tianhe River.
Everything was dead silent again.
After an unknown amount of time, Chang Ling, who was lying on her back on the shore, woke up first, with lingering panic in her beautiful eyes.
When she saw that she was out of danger and ashore, she let out a sigh of relief.
"Well, the Great Emperor?"
At this moment, the little emperor was lying on his side next to her. His handsome and charming face was stained with blood, which made him look cold, solemn, and weak.
Chang Ling swallowed subconsciously, then stretched out her slender palms, preparing to put him into a comfortable position.
But when her palm was about to touch the little emperor, he suddenly opened his eyes.
When their eyes met, Chang Ling's face turned red and she quickly retracted her palm, "No, it's not what you think..."
Looking at her coldly, the little emperor stood up and said in a deep voice, "Recognize your position. You are just a candidate for heavenly official. Don't do anything extraordinary."
Chang Ling was startled, and there was sadness and humiliation deep in her eyes, and water filled her eyes.
No matter what she did, the little emperor stood up and flew directly to the depths of the Wilderness Mountain.
The barren mountain was silent, like a demon god standing there.
For some reason, the little emperor suddenly had a strong and familiar intuition. That kind of intuition was indescribable, but it made his heart beat faster.
Suddenly, he realized that he was getting closer.
There are many barren mountains and misty clouds.
He had never been so anxious as he was at this moment. Even though his immortal body was still on the verge of being broken, he moved forward with all his strength.
The barren mountains were left behind, but there were more barren mountains blocking the eyes, blocking everything.
"Wushuang, Jian Wushuang—"
He simply shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the barren mountains.
As if sleeping for billions of years, the soul has fallen into the void forever. On the top of the central sacred mountain, a figure imprisoned by tens of thousands of luck chains slowly opened its eyes.
His eyes were chaotic and dark red, as if he had been sleeping for endless years, full of desolation and ancient silence.
He heard a familiar voice and a familiar name.
"Jian Wushuang—this name, why does it feel familiar to me?"
The figure bound by the chains was confused and confused. He felt that the spiritual thoughts in his mind were fragmented, the memories were fragmented, and everything was only vaguely remembered.
But the next moment, the storm dispersed.
As a thin figure covered in blood appeared, his broken spiritual memory began to shake violently.
"W-Wushuang!!"
His figure trembled, almost crumbling, but he stood firmly in the void, his eyes filled with incredulity.
Chang Ling, who arrived later, also let out a secret cry when she saw this scene, with incredible eyes in her eyes.
This scene is really shocking and depressing.
On the top of the sacred mountain surrounded by clouds and mountains, nearly ten thousand black gold chains containing supreme luck hung down from the void, tightly binding a figure.
A combination of fate caused him to be imprisoned in the barren mountains. Their eyes met, and the corners of the little emperor's eyes trembled slightly.
Then he stopped pausing and jumped forward directly.
However, at the same time, nearly ten thousand chains bloomed with immeasurable light at this moment, actually isolating all external forces.
Standing outside the barrier, the little emperor punched the barrier hard, trying to break it.
Jian Wushuang, who was trapped by the chains of luck, looked at him again and asked, "Who are you?"
His body was shaken, and there was only disbelief in his eyes, "You, don't remember me?!"
A painful daze flashed across Jianwu's eyes, and the spiritual memory in his mind had become fragmented in that battle.
Therefore, although he still retains his memory, it has become fragmented and cannot be connected together at all.
Facing the little emperor, he only had an impression, but could not recognize it at all.
"You are my old friend?"
The corners of the little emperor's eyes trembled slightly, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, "How come you don't remember me?"
Chang Ling also came to the barrier. Looking at Jian Wushuang who was imprisoned by countless chains, she thought of the Jian Wushuang in the Emperor's dojo who defeated Qingshan.
Comparing the two, the situation is miserable.
There was only shock and sadness in her eyes.
Jian Wushuang stopped talking, and his dark red eyes slowly closed.
The chain of luck that trapped him was composed of the Emperor's Qi Luck Avenue, and it was impossible to break it.
Outside the barrier, the little emperor, who was less than ten steps away from him, gradually became firmer in his eyes.
"I'll take you away." He only said these words, and then he hit the barrier with all his strength.
Chang Pei Ruan Sword had been left behind, so he simply turned his palm into a fist and punched it down one after another.
But with the power of immortality, how could it be possible to destroy the destiny of the emperor
Divine blood spattered, and his palms were broken by the bombardment again and again.
Chang Ling couldn't bear to watch anymore and wanted to attack the barrier together.
"Go away!" the little emperor said angrily, looking at her with only cold eyes.
She gritted her silver teeth and finally backed away sadly.
After drinking Chang Ling away, he continued to bombard the barrier, as if he didn't know the pain or tiredness.
But his power was so insignificant compared to the emperor's destiny that he didn't even leave any trace.
"Give up, you can't break it." Jian Wushuang spoke slowly, his eyes calm.
"Boom!"
The last punch fell, and the bones of the fist shattered directly. The stubble of the immortal bones broke through the skin, and the ferociousness was exposed.
The divine blood is dripping and spilling into the void.
Little Emperor's entire right fist was shattered, but his face remained expressionless.
Divine blood gurgled along his palm, and then quietly gathered in his wrist.
In an instant, the black and silver bracelet bloomed with a warm glow, and the dusty lines on it were soaked in the divine blood and lit up.
The lines are like a barren mountain with mountains and seas of clouds, and like a sea with sudden waves, they are majestic and cannot be looked directly at.
Under the infiltration of the little emperor's divine blood, the lines were completely unsealed, and the entire black and silver bracelet turned dark red.
Then, it detached from the wrist and soared into the void.
Thousands of rays of light, like the purest and ultimate tassels, scattered across the top of the sacred mountain.
It was as if an ancient bell was ringing from all around, the sound was deep and clear, making the mind clear.
(End of chapter)