Chapter 4945

That kind of supreme power instrument is so severe and cold that the sword is matchless. They doubt what lives here.

"The so-called imperial city can be crowned with the word emperor. Will there be an emperor here?"

Jianwushuang was a little surprised, but soon he denied himself.

Even if zhenwuyang is unparalleled again, it should be impossible to exile another emperor in this boundless sea.

You know, the sword is unparalleled, but there are also the true Shadow of the three emperors. They are all broken and not captured.

It can be seen that the emperor can be killed by another emperor, but can not be captured or exiled.

However, when the two three turn Dayan immortals guarding outside the gate of the emperor called Bian Ziyuan the great heavenly official, they still made jianwushuang suspicious.

The so-called heavenly official is a general designation of titles that exist attached to the emperor.

Only the emperor can have the seat of heavenly official.

Take the real emperor of Wuyang, who controls the whole department.

There are seven emperors under the seat of zhenwuyang. Under each emperor seat, there are strictly one big heavenly official and ten small heavenly officials, which can not be exceeded.

As for the emperor's seat, there is only one big heavenly official, and there is no limit to small heavenly officials.

The importance of the seat of the great heavenly official is even more important than that of a great companion who has grown up close to the emperor since childhood.

In this way, it is enough to show that once there is a big sky official and a small sky official, it means the emergence of the emperor.

Because they only serve the emperor and his son.

Bian Ziyuan is called the great heavenly official, that is to say, there may be a line of emperors in this imperial city.

The sword is matchless, so I can't help but feel a little dignified.

Soon, everything in sight made him more dignified.

I saw countless immortal bones piled up, forming a thoroughfare to the sky, extending into the unknown fog.

At the end of the fog, the outline of a vast and magnificent hall loomed.

This scene was so shocking and gloomy that jianwushuang began to believe that there must be some terrible existence in it.

"Since your hands and feet have grown out, go by yourself. I advise you not to think about how to escape when you enter the Imperial City, otherwise the bones under your feet will be your end."

Take back the Yanli chain on jianwushuang immortal body. After Bian Ziyuan coldly reminded him, he walked in the front and walked towards the giant Hall.

Jian Wushuang turned his wrist, glanced at him coldly and looked around.

The whole imperial city seems to be shrouded in mysterious clouds and smoke. There is an unreal feeling. It seems that there is nothing real except the white bone Avenue at the foot.

After gathering his mind, Jian peerless looked at the huge hall shrouded in clouds and smoke and walked slowly.

The white bone Avenue was 99900 feet in total. Until the last step, jianwushuang looked at the huge hall in front of him.

The white bone Avenue behind him is a total of 99900 feet. Each foot is made of immortal bones, and each immortal bone is the remains of Yan Xian, without exception.

In other words, only this white bone Avenue is made of countless Yan Xian's corpses.

What was the origin of the temple Lord who did such a terrible thing?

And there is another strange thing that makes jianwushuang a little confused.

In front of the huge hall in front of him was a huge plaque engraved with three big characters.

But these three big characters are extremely strange, because they can't see their shapes from any direction. Since they don't distinguish the shapes, it's difficult to understand their meaning at all.

However, jianwushuang soon realized that the strange characters on the plaque were not written on purpose, but seemed to be the same as the mirror image.

With this idea, he quickly practiced it in his mind, and then he realized it completely.

The three strange characters on the plaque in the moriran huge hall are actually reflected by mirror reflection.

Jian Wushuang straightened it in his mind and found that the three words were familiar.

"Ziyan palace."

Standing in front of the huge hall door, Bian Zi looked back faintly, looked at the sword in a daze, and then waved to open the hall door.

As if the door of the hall, which had been dusty for countless years, was slowly opened, and a unique ethereal fragrance also floated out of the hall.

Then Bian Ziyuan walked into the hall.

As he entered, murmurs came from both sides of the dark hall.

"I've seen the heavenly official..."

Although jianwushuang didn't want to step into the hall, he had to step into it.

As he stepped in, the huge gate of the tiandian behind him closed abruptly.

The originally dim giant Hall also lit up.

On the mountain and sea pillars on both sides of the hall, nearly a hundred sky lights are slowly on.

With the sky lights on, people in black robes began to walk out on both sides of the hall.

The sword was matchless, and his eyes were dignified. Each of these people in black robes who came towards him had the strength of at least three turns of Da Yan Xian.

If once shot, I'm afraid it will be extremely not optimistic.

Looking at the approaching black robed Dayan immortals in front of him, he had secretly transported Yanli and was ready to fight.

At this time, Bian Ziyuan stopped, turned slowly, and said in a low voice, "step back!"

With the falling of this voice, the black robed Dayan immortals who had surrounded the unparalleled sword retreated like a tide.

After another look at him, Bian Ziyuan continued to walk deep into the huge hall.

Jian Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief. After looking around the hidden crisis, he stopped and walked slowly.

"Your Highness, I have brought him to you."

Bian Ziyuan stopped, bowed slightly, and said in the face of the dim depths of the hall.

Then, a faint voice with doubt sounded, "Ziyuan, are you coming?"

Soon, a thin figure came out from the depths of the hall and walked in a hurry.

"Ziyuan, is that you?"

The thin figure was dressed in a gray imperial suit. His face was like a crown of jade, but he was very pale.

When Bian Ziyuan saw the visitor, he nodded again, "Your Highness, it's me, and I brought him to you."

The young man, called his highness, then looked at the sword.

I don't know why, Jian unparalleled looked at him and always felt inexplicably familiar.

"That's him, just a Yanxian, who killed the seven great Yanxian under my seat?" Some young men can't believe it.

Bian Ziyuan then said, "Your Highness, yes, he was the only one who killed Dayan Xian across the border, but not only seven, but eleven."

"What? Eleven?! " The young man was shocked, "but he is clearly just a Yanxian!"

Bian Ziyuan also twitched at the corners of his mouth when he heard the speech. Indeed, it's too strange to put such a record on a Yan immortal.