Chapter 4912

Immortal immortal body has completely recovered, and the heavy damage that Youyun can do to him is extremely limited, even far from as usual.

So the sword can recover quickly.

After listening to the dead fairy's head, jianwushuang said, "can you tell me the specific location?"

"Of course, the ancient book should be under you. I hope you can destroy it. This is the last thing I can tell."

The dead fairy's head gradually collapsed and finally disappeared into a handful of fly ash.

The sword matchless got up slowly. He looked at the scene in the air, and then the invisible sword was condensed from the palm of his hand.

The next moment, he stabbed his sword to the ground.

"Boom!"

The collapse from the depths of the earth rang out.

With a sword of a million feet, the whole center of the earth under the abyss was broken by his sword!

He was about to slap the dark cloud that killed Shu Yang. His face changed greatly. The next moment he went straight to the sword.

"Want to go? I will never let you live today even if I die! "

Shu Yang was bleeding all over and held a silver gun in front of the Youyun.

"Waste things, overestimate your strength!" Youyun was so angry that he slapped him directly and flew him out.

But then, a tall and strong figure like a sacred peak stopped in front of him and spit hard.

"Old beast, and grandpa!"

Youyun was almost crazy. Facing Fengshan, he directly released endless dead Qi.

Fengshan and Shuyang only stopped him for tens of breath time, but that was the tens of breath time, which won for the unparalleled sword.

Almost the whole center of the earth was dug by the sword. Under the dry, deep and cold earth pole, a red awn suddenly swept up and shone on the whole abyss Taoist field.

Youyun's face was as gray as death and ran to the red mans in an instant.

However, it was too late. The sword peerless reached into the red awn and took out something.

"No, no!"

He was so frightened that he dared not take another step forward.

When Chi mang completely dissipated, an old ancient book fell into the hands of jianwushuang.

"Push back the death Sutra."

On this whole ancient book, there are only these four strange and treacherous fonts. In addition, there is nothing else.

"Give it back to me and I'll let you go!" Youyun shouted in horror.

Jian Wushuang ignored him and directly opened the first page of the ancient book in his hand.

The red light flows, and a page is painted and engraved with a picture of an ugly ghost, which comes into view.

"You Yun? Ghost? Could he be the ghost on the first page? " He thought so.

However, Youyun couldn't wait any longer. He jumped directly at the unparalleled sword.

Sword matchless no longer hesitated, directly stretched out his hand and tore off the first page of this "backward pushing death Sutra".

"Damn you!" Youyun was completely desperate. His whole body was suddenly broken and clean, leaving no trace.

At the same time, the endless dead gas began to dissipate, and the whole abyss Dojo began to collapse.

Youyun's sudden death on the spot was unimaginable.

Everything happened so fast that even the sword couldn't believe it.

He just tore off the first page of this "push back death Sutra", and a great Yan immortal died like this?

Jianwushuang soon recovered. Looking at the page torn off by himself, he found that it had become a yellow paper.

Everything reversed too quickly. Youyun died suddenly on the spot, and the dead spirit supporting the abyss Taoist field dissipated. He can no longer stay in the abyss for a long time.

Without time to think about what happened, jianwushuang directly stuffed the ancient book into his arms and urged Fengshan to go quickly.

"What about this guy, my lord?" Fengshan wiped the nosebleed off his face and pointed to the almost non-human special Yang on the ground.

Sword matchless did not open his mouth. Saving this guy is equivalent to saving an enemy.

But he didn't hesitate too much. He directly released the derivative force to wrap it, and then flew out of the abyss together.

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The endless breath of death has dissipated, and the originally chaotic sky has returned to its original color.

But the earth is still dry and cracked, and it may take a long time to recover.

As a Taoist field of the great Yanxian, this area of heaven is covered with white bones, and countless top practitioners and Yanxian fell here.

Jianwushuang was going to destroy this heaven directly, but he didn't do it after thinking about it.

The dark clouds have completely fallen, and there is no possibility of recovery.

I'm afraid the energy contained in the book "pushing back death Sutra" has exceeded imagination.

Jianwushuang doesn't intend to study it immediately. He has more important things to do.

Standing on the sky, the sun has almost recovered at the moment.

Facing the unparalleled sword, he arched his hands heavily, "thank you for saving your life. Shu Yang won't forget."

The sword matchless waved his hand, "how's the recovery?"

Shu Yang said, "it's not bad. I already have the power to protect myself."

"Can you go back to your own heaven?"

After hearing the speech, Shu Yang didn't answer. A moment later, he said, "Shu Yang has lost. He has no face to attack the six day territory. He will immediately return to his heaven and will no longer step for six days."

"But before that, I will go back to the six day territory with you, recall my subordinate Yan Xian and stop participating in this war."

The sword peerless looked at him and was puzzled.

Shu Yang smiled bitterly, "the reason why I did this is to recover some losses. Now I understand that with you, I'm afraid it's hard to be destroyed in six days."

Hearing the speech, he nodded, "yes, after you follow me to the battlefield, recall your subordinates and leave immediately. I won't stop."

Shu Yang nodded, and then he seemed to have made some kind of decision. He asked tentatively, "can you tell me your name?"

After blurting out this sentence, Shu Yang soon regretted that the relationship between them was the enemy. It was a show of ulterior motives to ask questions about names and taboos.

But jianwushuang didn't care, "just call me Wushuang. This is my taboo."

"Fog double." Shu Yang repeated it at the bottom of his heart, and then solemnly arched his hands, "brother Wu, I have written it down. If I get together again in the future, I will certainly invite you to have a drink."

Jianwushuang waved his hand again. "There's no need to drink. I just hope to see you next time, not on the battlefield."

Feng Shan grinned, "even if we meet on the battlefield, we can't meet. I'll beat you in front of adults at that time!"

Shu Yang smiled bitterly. No one knows where they will meet next time. Maybe it's really on the battlefield.

Involuntarily, it is a true portrayal of being a great heavenly official.

It has been a long time since Wushuang sword was dragged into the immortal array by Youyun and mistakenly entered this heaven.

The most urgent thing now is to return to the six-day battlefield and turn the tide.