That kind of supreme power instrument is so strict and cold that Jian Wushuang has some doubts about what lives here.
"The so-called imperial city can be crowned with the word emperor. Is there an emperor living here?"
Jian Wushuang 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 should know that the sword is unparalleled, but there is also the true Shadow of the three emperors. They are all broken with Zhenwu Yang, and they have not been captured.
It can be seen that the emperor can be killed by another emperor, but cannot be captured or exiled.
But when the two three turn Dayan immortals who were guarding outside the gate of the emperor called Bian Ziyuan Da Tian Guan, Jian Wushuang was still suspicious.
The so-called heavenly official is a general designation of titles that exist in the context of emperors.
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 throne of zhenwuyang. Under each emperor's throne, there are strictly one big heavenly official and ten small heavenly officials, which cannot be exceeded.
As for the emperor's seat, there is only one big sky official, and there is no limit to the small sky official.
And 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 explain 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 Da Tian Guan, that is to say, in this imperial city, there is probably a vein of emperors.
Jian Wushuang thought like this, and couldn't help being a little dignified.
Soon, everything that came into his eyes made him more dignified.
I saw countless immortal bones piled up, forming a thoroughfare to the sky, which has been extended to the unknown fog.
At the end of the fog, a dark and magnificent outline of the huge hall loomed.
This scene was so shocking and gloomy that Jian Wushuang began to believe that there must be some terrible existence in it.
"Now that your hands and feet have grown out, let's go by yourself. I advise you not to think about how to escape when you enter the Imperial City, or these bones under your feet will be your end."
Take back the Yanli chain on jianwushuang immortal's body. After Bian Ziyuan coldly reminded him, he walked in the front and walked towards the huge hall.
Jian Wushuang turned his wrist, glanced at him coldly, and then looked around.
The whole imperial city seemed to be shrouded in mysterious clouds, and there was an unreal feeling that there was nothing real except the white bone avenue under his feet.
After restraining his mind, Jian Wushuang 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, Jian Wushuang looked at the huge hall in front of him with a complicated look.
The white bone Avenue behind him was a total of 99900 feet, each of which was cast by immortal bones, and each immortal bone was the skeleton of Yan Xian, without exception.
That is to say, only this white bone Avenue is piled up with countless corpses of Yan Xian.
How on earth did the temple Lord come from and do such a terrible thing?
And there is another strange thing, which makes Jian Wushuang a little confused.
In front of the huge hall in front of him was a huge plaque engraved with three big characters.
However, these three big characters are extremely strange, because they can't be seen from any direction. Since they don't recognize the shape, it's difficult to understand their meaning at all.
However, Jian Wushuang soon realized that the strange big characters on the plaque were not written on purpose, but seemed to be the same as those reflected in the mirror image.
With this idea, he quickly practiced it in his mind, and then realized it completely.
The three strange characters on the plaque in the moriran hall are actually reflected by mirror reflection.
Jian Wushuang corrected it in his mind and found that the three words were somewhat familiar.
"Ziyan palace."
Standing in front of the huge hall door, Bian Ziyuan looked back faintly, glanced at the sword in a daze, and then waved the hall door open.
It seemed that 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 Jian Wushuang didn't want to step into the temple, he had to step into it.
As he stepped in, the huge gate of the temple of heaven behind him closed abruptly.
The originally dim huge hall also lit up.
On the mountain and sea pillars on both sides of the hall, nearly a hundred sky lights slowly lit up.
With the sky lights on, people in black robes began to walk out on both sides of the hall.
Jian Wushuang's eyes were dignified. Each of these black robed people who came towards him had at least the strength of three turn Dayan immortals.
If you make a move, I'm afraid it will be extremely pessimistic.
Looking at the approaching black robed Dayan immortals in front of him, he had secretly transported Yan force and was ready to fight.
At this time, Bian Ziyuan stopped, turned slowly, and said in a low voice, "step back!"
With the fall of this sound, the black robed Dayan immortals, who had originally surrounded the sword matchless, retreated like a tide.
Glancing at him again, Bian Ziyuan continued to walk deep into the huge hall.
Jian Wushuang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After glancing 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 temple.
Then, a faint voice with doubt sounded, "Ziyuan, are you coming?"
Soon, a thin figure came out of the deep part of the hall and walked in a hurry.
"Ziyuan, is it you?"
The thin figure was dressed in a gray imperial suit, his face was like a crown of jade, but he was extremely pale.
Bian Ziyuan nodded after seeing the comer, "return to your highness, it's me, and I also brought him to you."
This young man, called his highness, then looked at the sword unparalleled.
Somehow, Jian Wushuang looked at him, and there was always a sense of inexplicable familiarity.
"Is it him, just a Yan Xian, who killed the seven great Yan Xian under my seat?" The young man couldn't believe it.
Bian Ziyuan then said, "Your Highness, yes, he was indeed 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 was clearly just a fairy!"
Bian Ziyuan heard the words, and the corners of his mouth also twitched. Indeed, such a record on a Yan Xian was too ridiculous.