Legend of Swordsman

4707 Breaking the Eight Arms Buddha

Jian Wushuang appeared out of nowhere and stood in the void. There was a glow that seeped out from the gaps between his fingers and scattered across the entire Whirling Heaven, like golden sand.

The people who were bitterly resisting felt the pressure on their bodies relax. The earth-shaking eight-armed image form actually stopped at this moment. Then, the eight arms retracted and the four eyes closed.

“What, what’s going on?”

Chun Qiu was confused at first. Then, he looked at Jian Wushuang, who was standing in the void, surrounded by golden sand-like brilliance, and he understood.

Jian Wushuang had already given him an invisible image of a strong person who could turn the tide and take everything to heart.

The only person who could calm him down was his Imperial Father, Fenghua.

As eight arms image form stopped, the entire Whirling Heaven was on the verge of collapse.

The bald Arhat, whose divine body had been blown to pieces, looked at Jian Wushuang in despair with his eyes wide open.

Although in the realm of the Yan Immortal, as long as the aura was not exhausted, it was close to Immortality, but he was frightened. He felt that everything in his body was dissipating rapidly, as if it was being stripped away by some mighty energy.

Slowly exhaling, Jian Wushuang stretched out his hand and grabbed the bald Arhat’s head.

The great terror of life and death made his teeth tremble, and he could not even speak properly.

“Lord… Lord Yan Immortal, please let me go…”

Obviously, Jian Wushuang was too lazy to talk nonsense. If the bald Arhat had stayed in the cave and not come out to rob them, this series of events would not have happened.

Now that things had come to this, it was time to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots.

He stretched out his index and middle fingers and touched the center of the bald Arhat’s face. An unrivaled tyrannical energy directly crushed his life force.

“No…”

The ugly head was shattered and Whirling Patriarch, who occupied the entire Whirling Heaven, eventually died in the hands of Jian Wushuang.

In order to prevent him from being completely dead, Jian Wushuang used his great divine power to completely clear the hundreds of millions of miles of heaven and earth in the Whirling Heaven and destroyed any aura that could be reignited.

At this point, more than half of the Whirling Heaven had become a dead zone without harming any other living beings.

As the bald Arhat died, the earth-shaking eight-armed form did not disappear. Instead, it turned into a palm-sized colored pottery and fell into Jian Wushuang’s hand.

His eight arms were stretched out, and his eyes were as big as bells. It was a mini version of the eight-armed buddha image form used by the bald Arhat. He was actually a little ugly and cute…

Landing on the ground from the sky, Chun Qiu rushed forward excitedly. “Brother Jian, you’re amazing!”

“What is this?” Chun Qiu caught it in a flurry and started fiddling with it curiously.

As soon as the bald Arhat died, his disciples, who had scattered like birds and beasts, were also killed by Jian Wushuang.

He jumped onto the deck and returned to his old position at the bow of the ship. He sat up and began to meditate.

Zheng Ying looked at his back, then walked back to the boat.

In the battle in the Whirling Heaven, the originally large team was left with less than 20 people. More than half of them had died in the sea area of the giant Sea Sky Octopus.

And this treacherous great voyage was about to come to an end.

After passing through the swirling world and continuing forward, the mysterious Zheng Ying disappeared once more.

For some reason, Jian Wushuang was worried about the mysterious woman.

As the sea route neared its end, the world filled with Immortal Qi replaced the previous waves and clouds.

The mysterious atmosphere also made Jian Wushuang’s vigilant heart relax.

From time to time, Yan Immortals riding on cranes would leave a trail of white in the sky, and all kinds of powerful figures seemed to form the main color of the Great Yan Domain.

After several years, the ship finally sailed to the end — Jingchuan.

This was a Super Heavenly Domain that was majestic to the extreme. It was said that this was once a Dao Field that was comprehended by a mighty Emperor. The derived power was extremely abundant, but it was eternal.

The top cultivators were already used to the sight of the huge ships sailing in the sea. They did not even look at them curiously.

As they swam through the river, several huge ships entered one after another. At this time, more than ten black-robed Yan Immortals stepped on the air and arrived. The sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

The skinny purple-robed man threw out a faint golden seal from his hand and it landed in the hands of the leader.

After a few breaths, the leading Yan Immortal in black waved his hand and a Heavenly Gate made of clouds and mist opened.

“We’ve finally arrived.” Chun Qiu stretched his back lazily. He subconsciously looked forward from the corner of his eye, and his body suddenly froze.

Jian Wushuang frowned.

Behind the Heavenly Gate, a figure dressed in luxurious clothes stood there with a somewhat relaxed expression, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing that the ship had arrived safely, the Young Emperor smiled and jumped onto the deck.

“Greetings, Young Emperor.” The skinny purple-robed man and the other purple-robed men knelt down on one knee to report.

“Thank you for your trouble, my companion.” Young Emperor nodded and Yan power turned into a breeze to carry the skinny purple-robed man and the others. Then, he shifted his gaze to Jian Wushuang.

“Well done, what do you want? Goddess, cultivation technique, Heaven and earth realms?” He listed more than ten types and waited for Jian Wushuang’s reply.

“50 years.” Jian Wushuang opened his mouth and said something unexpected.

The young Emperor smiled. “70 years.”

Jian Wushuang nodded and then said, “Since there’s nothing else, I’ll go back and take a nap.”

“There’s no rush, you probably haven’t been to this Jing Chuan land before. I’ll take you around here, and it won’t be too late to return when the time comes.” Without waiting for Jian Wushuang’s reply, the Young Emperor put his hands behind his back and hurried to Jingchuan.

Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly and then said to Chun Qiu, “Wait for me here. I’ll be back soon.”

Chun Qiu looked around and shook his head. “Forget it. I’ll just follow Brother Jian. We can look out for each other.”

Jian Wushuang did not say much and moved forward.

As one of the most vast worlds, Jingchuan had a terrifying foundation, and the cultivators who could come here were all top cultivators.

With just a glance, he could see dozens or hundreds of Ancestor realm cultivators.

Jian Wushuang had a brief discussion with Chun Qiu about Ancestor realm problems not long ago.

In the Great Yan Domain, which was the ultimate realm of all things, there was no such thing as the Ancestor cultivation realm. Over here, they were just known as the ‘Entry Yan’ level.

In other words, every Ancestor-level cultivator in the Great Yan Domain was actually known as ‘Entry Yan’. This was because they were ‘Entering the Yan’.

At the same time, the Ancestor realm cultivators in the Great Yan Domain were slightly weaker than the Ancestor realm cultivators in the Divine Power Universe.

And this half of it belonged to the fate energy of the Great Dao, which could not be replicated and was unique.

They walked side by side with the Young Emperor and stopped at the gate of Jingchuan, walking on the vast plain.