From the initial calm pride to unspeakable sadness, Gongzijiu felt a sense of trance about everything that happened.
But nothing can be changed.
Changfu turned his head, his eyes calm.
Changfu, who was already aging, was like a supreme fairy mountain at this moment, facing the black robe with an unimaginable momentum.
He seemed to have turned into a long mountain, suppressing all enemies.
With Changfu as the center, the sound of great destruction resounded loudly.
He held the black robe with his hands, and only the burning divine flames remained in his angry eyes.
"You are definitely not a Yanxian, and you don't belong here."
With these last words, Changfu burned completely, and the foundation of the immortal source belonging to the Nine-turn Dayan Immortal was completely destroyed.
The black robe wanted to break free, but he couldn't break free at all.
This is the last thought belonging to the ninth-turn Dayan Immortal, which can make the powerful people in the same realm perish together.
The immortal source of the ninth-turn Dayan Immortal exploded, which was too terrifying. Even the aftermath was enough to easily kill the Dayan Immortal, let alone the heavenly realm.
But all the heavenly planes in the southwest of Damitian have been destroyed long ago, leaving only an eternal blank.
Even so, the entire vast vast sky was still in chaos.
The unimaginable explosion swallowed up everything.
Young Master Jiu, who was hundreds of millions of miles away from the battlefield, felt an irresistible pressure coming over him.
There was a sweet feeling in his throat, and then he fell back again.
However, mysteriously, even on the edge of such destruction, the remaining half of the seat panel of Sancun Mountain survived without any damage.
The complete death of the ninth-turn Dayan Immortal lasted for an extremely long time.
Eternal nothingness becomes the main color.
"Cough, cough... is everything over?"
The dark gold armor was shattered, and Young Master Jiu, who was in a rather miserable situation, stood up from the edge of destruction, with only bitterness in his eyes.
Of the more than 60 quasi-Dayan immortals who followed him, only about 50 were left at this moment, and nearly 20 quasi-Dayan immortals were turned into powder in the explosion.
"Your Highness, let's retreat and go to heaven to ask the emperor for help." Immortal Youzhun Dayan advised in a low voice.
"Let me see who dares to retreat!" Young Master Jiu shouted coldly, with a gloomy look on his face, "No one can retreat until this matter is found out!"
"Promise." All the would-be Dayan Immortals nodded and did not dare to say any more.
Then, Young Master Jiu led a group of would-be Dayan Immortals and went straight to the center of the explosion.
In the center of the explosion, everything seemed to have entered a state of chaos.
The hovering divine blood and broken clothes showed that a tragic battle had broken out here.
"All gone?"
Looking at the scene in front of him, Young Master Jiu was in a daze, "Changfu, has he really disappeared?"
Changfu has disappeared, and the black robe has completely disappeared.
This supreme battle seems to be over.
But at this time, the quasi-Dayan Immortal behind Young Master Jiu carefully discovered that hair-like mist was slowly moving and gathering.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, the situation seems to be a little bad."
It was still the quasi-Dayan Immortal from before, and he felt a palpitating power reviving.
The young master frowned and was about to scold him, but he found that in the center of the explosion, there were layers of black light!
Black light gathers, and a heart-stopping power of imprisonment descends again!
Young Master Jiu opened his eyes as wide as possible, and there was an extremely terrifying aura!
Black robe! Black robe!
The black robe that was destroyed by Chang Fu at the cost of destroying the foundation of his immortal source actually revived again. Like an undead nightmare, he reappeared.
Dark purple light surged around him, which was extremely weird.
"withdraw!"
Without any pause, Young Master Jiu retreated crazily, "Everyone, retreat quickly!"
But it was already too late. The resurrected Yanxian could directly wipe out twenty quasi-Great Yanxian with just one palm!
It all happened so fast, there was no time to react.
Nearly a thousand dark purple beams of light as thick as fingers poked out from under the black robe, like a dense net covering the sky and the earth.
Then, nearly thirty more quasi-Great Evolution Immortals had no time to escape, and were imprisoned and restrained, and then had their energy and luck drained away!
Young Master Jiu was so frightened that he fled desperately.
After coming and going, of the more than sixty quasi-Dayan immortals who followed, only thirteen were left!
And this number is still decreasing.
Because the dark purple beam of light swallowed up the energy and luck too quickly, eating away at all the immortals crazily.
Eleven.
Tens.
seven…
Three!
Young Master Jiu escaped frantically, but was disappointed to find that the dense network was coming from behind.
Once entangled and swallowed, there will be no way back!
"Damn it, what on earth is this!" His eyes were splitting, but there was nothing he could do.
When the last quasi-Dayan Immortal was swallowed up, Young Master Jiu was already in danger!
A dense network of dark purple beams of light covered the sky and sun, already surrounding it.
Although he was a quasi-Dayan Immortal, Young Master Jiu knew very clearly that everything was hopeless.
However, at this moment of life and death, an extremely familiar aura of Yanli suddenly appeared.
Young Master Jiu felt his waist tighten, and then his entire body escaped from the scope of the sky-shrouding net at an unimaginable speed.
"Jian, Jian Wushuang?!"
In shock, he shouted subconsciously.
Jian Wushuang looked back at Young Master Jiu, then dragged him towards the remaining Sancun Mountain and Sky Domain.
With a "plop", Jian Wushuang threw him directly on the top of the sacred mountain.
The remaining half of the heavenly plane may collapse at any time, and the remaining disciples are full of despair.
The master craftsmen Xu Tuo and Nan Xuan have both woken up. Under the nourishment of the Emperor's Pill Pills, they have recovered to 70% to 80%, but they are still unable to compare with Jian Wushuang.
At this moment, Jian Wushuang has returned to his peak state. If Jiutian Yixuan hadn't been somewhat damaged, no one would have thought that he had experienced a major life-and-death crisis before.
"That guy is coming towards us." Master Craftsman Xu Tuo said in a hoarse voice.
Nan Xuan covered his chest, frowned and said, "The ghost is really lingering."
Jian Wushuang looked at the black robe who was approaching, and then said softly, "Senior, take them away and leave this place to me. I will buy you enough time."
Xu Tuo was startled, then shook his head, "How can I retreat?"
"If you don't retreat, you will all die in vain. I hope you can understand that everything is caused by me and I should bear the responsibility."
With these last words, Jian Wushuang did not hesitate at all and jumped towards the black robe.
"Well, my friend is right. You will die in vain if you stay here. It's better to leave." Nan Xuan advised, and then stood up slowly.
"I'll go and join my friends to buy some time for you. You should leave as soon as possible."
The master craftsman Xu Tuo looked at Jian Wushuang's back with sad eyes, and finally sighed silently.
(End of chapter)