Chapter 4746

His childe didn't expect that the damn guy didn't die, but manipulated the immortal style to return.

A seemingly insignificant and elusive guy also realized the immortal style, which shocked him.

You know, if you can understand the immortal style, it means that the realm of deriving immortals is perfect and harmonious, and you have touched a higher level.

Understanding and making good use of it shows its terrible place. Breaking through Yanxian will only be a matter of time.

From ancient times to now, I don't know how many top practitioners can't enter the realm of Yan Xian, and the realm of delusion above Yan Xian makes Yan Xian desperate.

Yan Xian is a watershed. Even if the longevity is endless, he can't feel the mysterious luck and can only despair.

At the same time, even if they are immortal, very few people can die a good death.

The realm cannot be broken through and reach another level. The endless longevity is like a trap and cage to them.

Yan Xian, who has not broken the shackles, may die in a tragic war with the turbulence of one side of the sky, or may cut off the source of immortality and not even enter the reincarnation.

This is a road of practice without retreat. The vast silence is much more than the tragic killings.

The first step to break through the shackles is to understand the immortal style.

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At present, the general trend of this coming spectacle is not immortal, but what will it be!

The little emperor had already been shocked. When he saw that body shape, like an emperor ordering mountains and rivers, the scene he didn't want to see in his heart appeared.

"Originally, is this his real strength..."

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"Enough! You stop. " The childe's eyes began to turn red. He waved his palm and suddenly tore the mountain suppressed on him.

Successive fierce battles have made childe Chu tired, especially in the previous immortal style of the little emperor, which has consumed more than half of his physical strength.

Several Yan immortals present all retreated consciously for fear of being cannon fodder.

His eyebrows were dotted with the sword of the ancient galaxy, and his eyes looked at him indifferently.

Childe Zheng gasped slightly, with a bit of hysteria, "do you think, do you think you want to deal with me just by hitting the immortal?"

"Prepare to regret."

The light red scroll that stretches for thousands of miles becomes more and more rich. Childe Chu stands in the middle of the scroll and slowly condenses the vigorous force in his hands.

Then, the scroll twisted and twisted, forming a true shadow.

Every true shadow is a childe's correction.

The light red true image is as solid as the essence, all surrounded by the sword.

"You guys always don't cry when you don't see the coffin. Since you want to fight to the end, I have to send you to the coffin."

The childe corrected his strange smile. After he whispered a word of extinction, he was swallowed up by the extreme darkness in the picture space.

Outsiders can't detect the scene at all.

Nearly a hundred true shadows in the whole picture space move at this moment, carrying vigorous derivative force and moving forward.

The sword unparalleled noticed the change as early as the first time. With a sudden wave of his hand, a bright day hung high and shone for hundreds of miles.

The indescribable light beam reluctantly tore open the darkness, and those rushing true shadows directly turned into pools of silt and fell into the ground when they touched the light beam of Dayi.

But the sword was matchless, and then he felt something wrong. The real shadows turned into mud were tumbling, but in a moment, they turned into thousands of chains and bound him from bottom to top.

At the next moment, countless strange eyes were born in this originally very dark space!

Each pair of eyes is joking, cruel or indifferent, like an endless abyss, which makes people fall into it at a glance.

The sword was trapped by the chain and couldn't start at all. He could only watch the thousands of eyes on his head eating away the Yan force in his body.

Outside this extremely dark space, the corner of the childe's mouth showed a smile that was difficult to understand. "If it weren't in the heaven, I would treat you well."

Then, he turned slowly and said softly in the face of the helpless little emperor, "your dependence has been one step ahead. You don't quit yet. Are you ready for me to throw you out?"

The little emperor looked at the childe coldly. With his intuition, he knew that the sword could not be out so easily.

Sure enough, when the smile on the childe's face had not retreated, the extremely dark space behind him burst!

A sad cry sounded with the wind, and a huge amount of mixed black force burst.

The body shape of holding the sacred peak with one hand suddenly comes!

Jian Wushuang was very cold in his eyes, and then he threw the Shenfeng in his hand in the face of Childe correction.

Caught off guard, childe Zheng didn't even make a sound, so he was covered by the God peak.

The sacred peak, which was thousands of feet high, rose in the storm and became a sacred mountain thousands of feet high. With irresistible momentum, he covered his whole body at the root of the mountain.

The earth collapses, the Milky Way flows upstream, and visions abound.

Adhering to the principle of taking advantage of his illness and taking his life, the sword unparalleled condensed his whole body's strength under his feet, and then stamped on the top of the holy mountain with a powerful foot that shook the sky and the earth.

"Boom!"

Tens of thousands of feet of holy mountain can't bear this foot, and deep gullies are broken.

Juli went straight to the surface. The childe who was pressed at the foot of the mountain was corrected. His righteousness sank into the Dantian. When he was ready to rush out, he was almost kicked by Juli and burst the Xianyuan.

As soon as his eyes darkened, the crimson blood gushed out of his nose.

Just as jianwushuang was ready to work hard and take down childe Chu's life, a loud sound of morning bell and evening drum rang through.

"The time has come. Please stop here and rush to heaven."

Dressed in a black robe, the mysterious uncle Yu appeared in the sky, and some muddy eyes looked at every last Yan immortal.

A touch of Sen Han flashed in jianwushuang's eyes. When he was about to release the last thunder blow, he found that the air seemed to stagnate and restrained the derivative force.

He seemed to feel something and turned to Yu Bo who appeared in the sky.

The four eyes were opposite. There was a subtle fluctuation in Yu Bo's muddy eyes. Then he turned his head, waved his sleeve robe, and sent the childe sealed under the Shenfeng back to the heaven.

"Please hurry to heaven immediately."

After finishing this last sentence, the whole heaven was completely silent.

The remaining Yan immortals looked at each other, and then all fled here and rushed to heaven.

Slowly spit out a turbid breath, and the sword unparalleled is finally relaxed.

This six-month struggle for peach has ended with the victory of Fengzi, a prince with unparalleled sword, holding Xiantao.