Legend of Swordsman - #4814 - Chapter 4814

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Under his decision, Chen Qing stayed in the six-day realm.

Because Chunqiu and Cui Jing both stole a lot of peculiar pill pills sealed by Emperor Liuyao on the road, they all had different degrees of promotion, and it was only a matter of time to achieve the status of Yanxian. So, he was also left behind.

This time to go to the Dmitry controlled by the Young Master, Jian Wushuang only decided to move forward with the meaning of Qing.

After making his decision, he went to the square outside the great hall to recuperate and recover.

Chen Qing and the others also set their own interest rate adjustments. Since the Northern Celestial Immortal state was overthrown, their trauma has been so heavy that they have not recovered their strength after returning to the six-day realm.

Jian Wushuang’s strength will certainly not return to peak unless he gains the inheritance of the six crow emperors.

Now, he said that it is nursing and recovery. In fact, he has already begun to investigate the Celestial Emperor text in the Divine Consciousness that he stored in the body.

Yiqing followed closely closely behind him, and the longing that could not be concealed in his eyes almost overflowed.

Jian Wushuang reluctantly took the head and ignored him, and proceeded to explore the six-crow Celestial Emperor text.

Diqing also became nervous, concentrated attention completely, even more nervous than him.

Jian Wushuang, who seemed to be a veteran monk at the moment, suddenly came slowly, “What is your relationship with Young Master Mo?”

“Ah?…” Diqing started, and then it took a moment to reflect, and he said after a moment of contemplation.

“Actually, we are a kind of interest relationship, but it is far from being a friend. After all, we all take what we need.”

Speaking of this, Diqing touched his nose a little embarrassedly, “He wants my refuge, and I want some luck from his emperor.”

“Young Master Mo’s emperor? True Martial Yang’s luck, what should I do?” Jian Wushuang looked towards him.

Diqing did not conceal anything, “Every Chinese New Year, Young Master Mo will give me a ray of True Martial luck, for me to understand, but with little effect, I am still trapped in Nine Revolutions Position, it is difficult to comprehend the emperor’s luck of extremely mysterious and abstruse.”

Jian Wushuang hearing this, and said again, “Nine Revolutions above is Immortal, is he the emperor?”

Di Qing shook his head, “Emperor also belongs to the realm of Dayan Immortal, but Dayan Immortal is by no means equal to the emperor, and it can even be said to exist completely in two kinds with the emperor.”

“If you want to become an emperor, you must understand and derive your own emperor’s luck, and then you can create a Celestial Court to control the avenues of countless heavens.”

“I have been trapped in Nine Revolutions for a long time, and I will soon forget about it.”

Fatigue flashed in his eyes, “If I don’t say it, I’m afraid you won’t believe that I am the same Era as the emperor True Martial Yang of this big division.”

“But when he was in Day Revolutions Five Revolutions, he realized and derived out the emperor’s luck, and I was trapped in Nine Revolutions. I don’t know how many years, but still stagnated, even a trace of luck. Realized.”

Speaking of which, he sighed endlessly.

Jian Wushuang, after listening to it, probably understood a little bit, and said slowly, “cultivation road, until the end, the cultivation is nothing but the perception and control of Heavenly Dao, luck, etc., things like extremely mysterious and abstruse, Far from using innate talent to comprehend, the only thing that can be done is to perceive and to be appropriate. Although I am a little empty, it is the case.”

“Your word, your luck, maybe one day in the future, it may appear in your heart.”

Sitting quietly, he began to recall the meaning of Jian Wushuang’s words, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Jian Wushuang didn’t say much anymore, he fell into contemplation and began to conquer the six-crow Celestial Emperor text in Divine Consciousness.

The six-crow Celestial Emperor text is the final insight inheritance of the six-crow emperor. To say that Jian Wushuang is indifferent is absolutely impossible.

He has a kind of intuition, even if he realizes a point, it will be a change of Heaven and Earth turning upside down for now.

But realizing that this kind of thing is not to invite guests to dinner, to dinner, as it should be by rights, which contains unknown big variables.

This is Jian Wushuang’s first contact with the road that belongs to the emperor, and it is naturally very nervous.

In Divine Consciousness, the six-crow Celestial Emperor text presents a unique huaze, which gives life a sense of awe and pilgrimage, and reveals a breath of antiquity.

Jian Wushuang incarnation is fictitious, walking in his soul to know the sky.

After nearly 10,000,000 years of cultivation, First Step has grown from the end of the day to the present. His Divine Consciousness has already reached perfection when he was an ancestor, and has become an ever-changing sky and sea.

In his vast Divine Consciousness, he can go to the corner he wants to go to in a flash.

The six-crow Celestial Emperor text in his soul consciously occupies more than half of the space, resembling a flying bird that is sleeping in the clouds.

The closer to the feeling, an unbearable blaze swept through, burning all the clothes worn by Jian Wushuang phantom, revealing a solid chest.

After his arm that was cut off by Emperor Six Ravens was reshaped, a terrifying breath rushed under the skin of the entire arm, as if dark blue blood was flowing.

At the same time, Jian Wushuang also felt that the Phoenix Clan Old Ancestor Phoenix Qi’s blood of the ancestor Phoenix left in his body in the Divine Force universe has become full of the original decline.

Everything seems to be done by the materialized Celestial Emperor.

Jian Wushuang was naked with his chest, and the long hair tied behind him also broke the tie, flying in the air, and the divine runes of Xuanhe flowed in the hair.

He walked slowly, facing the misty clouds that fell into a deep sleep, with a tendency to capture the ancients, and reached out with a finger.

In an instant, the mountains and seas were wiped out, the sun was dying, and the entire Divine Consciousness set off in immense momentum.

Then the misty cloud embodied a bird.

The dark cyan bird with a hexagonal head, each corner is a different color, magnificent and Profound Mystery.

It’s eyes opened round, the pure golden eye like a a moment sees Jian Wushuang through.

Jian Wushuang at the moment, it is hard to speak, standing in place unable to move even a little bit, the whole body is completely captured by that kind of breath.

Small strands of enlightening breath, desperate to get into his body, at this moment he just couldn’t run.