Jian Wushuang looked around again before finally settling.
Since he broke away from the past mud embryo in the universe of divine power, he jumped from the ancestral level to become an immortal.
With the strength of his realm of immortality, he has not met the time of life and death for a few years since he entered Dayan universe.
Even giant Hai tianzhang and POSA Laozu of POSA sky didn't give him a real fear of life and death.
Jian Wushuang vaguely guessed that leaving the realm of Yan Xian could be the watershed to really take that step.
After sitting in the meditation for a short time, he seemed to be aware of something and reached out to look for the wordless heavenly book from his arms.
Open the first fifteen pages of the book full of small words, Jian Wushuang's eyes stayed on page 16, but there was nothing else except blank space.
"No, I was still talking about swords with Chen Qing just now. Why is there no display in this book?"
With some skepticism, jianwushuang tried to transfer a wisp of the fighting memory in divine consciousness.
That wisp of figurative divine consciousness soon sank into the pages.
Without disappointing jianwushuang, this cloud of divine knowledge actually began to write directly, and neat little words appeared on the blank page.
And this time the writing speed is extremely fast. It takes almost ten minutes to finish writing.
The number of pages has also changed from the original number of pages to a thin one.
"No, there are so few places to write in Chen Qing's Kendo?" Jian Wushuang couldn't believe it. He looked through it quickly. After confirming that there was really only one page, he was a little embarrassed.
But then, a more mysterious scene appeared, and Chen Qing Kendo, which originally had only one page, actually disappeared in a row!
It's like having a pair of big hands in the dark, erasing it.
"No, no, what is this operation?" Jian Wushuang secretly wondered, "is it because this sword collection doesn't look up to Chen Qing's Kendo, so it has been erased?"
Without an answer, jianwushuang can only watch Chen Qing's Kendo disappear completely.
"It's really an extremely strange collection of swords." Looking at the orphan in his hand, he thought that if he met a guy like Ding Baiyi in the future, wouldn't he be able to steal his master by rubbing it down?
Jian Wushuang smiles bitterly. This collection of Swords is simply a treasure against the sky. I'm afraid the predecessor who created this collection of Swords is also an interesting guy.
After collecting the sword, jianwushuang took his seat.
Five years, for him, is not even as long as the first moment of fishing in the Yunxiao palace.
He strives to adjust his Yanli and realm to the peak in these five years to cope with everything that happens next.
The bowl Yang bottle was also opened, and the three emperors just wandered around in the little solitary sky, and then returned to the bottle to sleep.
Everything passed smoothly. Jian Wushuang didn't know what was waiting for him next, so he was forced to accept it.
Often under the seemingly calm water, undercurrent surges.
Five years passed in a flash.
When the dazzling streamer transformed by the derivative force surged again between the ends of the sword's matchless hair, the enchantment of Xiao Gu Tian was opened.
The little emperor, who faded his extravagant clothes, changed into a royal dress symbolizing the emperor.
On this dark gold imperial dress, every stroke of needle and thread drawing depicts mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, symbolizing the meaning of Bona.
And at its collar, two small beasts with thin ears were inlaid with dark gold threads.
This imperial dress made the little emperor less flirtatious, more heroic and dignified, but the little bloody pallor on his face could not be hidden.
Behind him stood nearly a thousand figures.
"Xiaodijun, I'll invite brother Jian to come." Chen Qing arched his hand and was suddenly stopped when he started to move forward.
"You wait here. I can go there." After leaving this sentence, the little emperor rushed to the depths of the little lonely sky alone.
Chen Qing's eyes showed a touch of envy, "brother Jian is really amazing. I, Chen Qing, have been with xiaodijun for so many years, and I haven't seen anyone with such treatment."
The thin purple robe slightly raised his eyes, looked at the body shape of the little emperor, and lowered his eyelids again.
It seemed that the sword peerless, who was sitting in enlightenment, slowly opened his eyes and saw a body floating to him.
"Brother Jian, childe Yan is visiting." The little emperor smiled and stopped on the square.
Spit out a muddy breath, and Jian Wushuang got up and nodded. It was seen.
Looking up and down, the sword was unparalleled. The little emperor was interested and said, "how is the recovery?"
"Not bad. When will you start?"
"It's all ready for you."
Jian Wushuang nodded. At this time, Chunqiu also walked out of the palace and stood behind him.
Just as he was about to leave, xiaodijun suddenly stopped him, and then stretched out his hand and stuffed a suit of clothes into jianwushuang.
"Put it on. Those embroiderers in the big division made it tailored, which is not bad."
Jian Wushuang was quite helpless and had to rush into the palace to change his clothes.
A moment later, a pair of swords with silver embroidery thread appeared.
Although this dress set off his handsome and extraordinary, it also made his sword a little uncomfortable, far less comfortable than the black knight.
The little emperor showed satisfaction in his eyes, and then turned to open the way.
"Brother Jian, I didn't see it. Your appearance is not much worse than emperor." Spring and autumn looked up and down. The sword was unparalleled, and envy flashed in his eyes.
"Stop talking nonsense. This dress doesn't suit me very well." Jian Wushuang said with a wry smile, quietly loosened his belt, and then stepped forward.
Spring and autumn scratched his head, "it's so similar to my emperor's father's body in those days. It's really strange."
He would never have thought that this young man who was around him, silent and silent, but seemed to have endless stories, was once a Zeus God.
A total of more than 1000 ancestor level top cultivators and 20 Yan immortals stood in the void. At this moment, they showed their real fangs to the sword peerless.
Outside the six days realm, in the void of the big division realm, the little emperor's rare calm eyes slowly swept over the standing figure in front of him.
At this moment, in the void of the whole large division, there were bursts of neighing.
An unparalleled sword, a strange beast that had never seen before, stepped on the clouds and rode the wind to the chariot.
These strange beasts, like dragons and sheep, have curved horns and thin ears, and their golden scales are engraved with flowing cloud stripes. They are not only strange, but also quite mysterious.
A total of 20 strange beasts and 10 Royal chariots arrived.
On every imperial chariot, there is a flag engraved with the word Yan.
For a long time, the voice of the small emperor, calm but powerful, resounded throughout the whole department.
"All of you, let's follow your childe and go to heaven to attend the banquet!"