Chapter 4843
4843 Changfu Is at the Foot of Changfu Mountain
In this way, Jian Wushuang’s decline was obvious.
The combined strength of dozens of Yan Immortals was terrifying. The killing intent that was as deep as water engulfed the sky and covered the earth. He was tired of dealing with it, and his physical strength had reached a slight critical point.
While Di Qing was dealing with two Grand Yan Immortals, he also had to withstand nearly half of Yan Immortal’s attacks, so he was also having a hard time.
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Prince Jiu took a deep look at the two of them. Then, he said in a deep voice, “Everyone, let’s go to Changfu Mountain together!”
With that, he took the lead and disappeared into the vast void.
Jian Wushuang felt that something was wrong when he heard this, but he could not get away.
A total of tens of Yan Immortals could still hold him back.
Di Qing was also blocked by the two Grand Yan Immortals and was trapped.
Just like that, the two of them were intentionally led forward.
The shattered void shattered inch by inch as they fought.
Zhangfu Mountain.
Connecting heaven and earth, it was the most ancient existence in the entire Great Mi Heaven. It had already existed before the concept of Great Mi Heaven.
The endless black clouds and smoke surged around Changfu Mountain, which was extremely terrifying.
Prince Jiu, who was the first to arrive, heaved an obvious sigh of relief. Then, the corners of his lips slowly curled up.
Other than himself, no other Yan Immortal knew the secret hidden at the foot of Changfu Mountain.
This place was his final trump card.
Jian Wushuang also realized that something was wrong as he was being carried forward, but he could not break free at all. He could only move forward with Di Qing.
One of the two Grand Yan Immortals was also killed by Di Qing’s terrifying attack.
The remaining rank Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal also severely injured his arm at the last moment, at the cost of completely destroying his Immortal Source foundation.
With the death of the Grand Yan Immortal, the threat had disappeared. Facing the situation where there were less than 70 Yan Immortals left, Di Qing carried out a massacre.
With Yan Immortal’s death, the Great Dao in this area was in chaos.
Jian Wushuang was also shocked at this scene. Di Qing’s strength was too great. The only one who could subdue him was Uncle Yu, who had destroyed the entire Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture with one palm strike.
Even though the two of them were inevitably brought to Changfu Mountain, none of the 100 Yan Immortals who held them hostage survived!
When the last Yan Immortal fell under Jian Wushuang’s sword, there was only dead silence in the broken void. A large pile of Immortal corpses remained.
Jian Wushuang waved his hand to get rid of the divine blood on his hand and slowly spat out a mouthful of turbid breath.
Killing over 30 Yan Immortals was a huge consumption for him.
However, he did not let his guard down because there was a unique aura in the Heavenly Region.
The entire Heavenly Region was a unique water-white color, like a splash-ink landscape painting, full of unpredictable and unique beauty.
Especially in the middle of the black and white clouds, there was a vast green mountain.
Di Qing frowned slightly. “What is this place? why do I have a familiar feeling… It can’t be one of those old guys who haven’t died yet, right?”
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang looked at him and said, “Those old guys who haven’t died, are they from the same era as you?”
“Of course, but come to think of it, other than those who hide from the world, I’m afraid that there are very few who can survive the war,” Di Qing said.
As the two of them conversed, Prince Jiu’s figure, which had disappeared earlier, reappeared silently.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with cold killing intent and rage.
As his last trump card, the death of nearly 100 Yan Immortals and 2 Grand Yan Immortals was an irredeemable loss, and it had burned down his many years of accumulation.
Looking at Jian Wushuang and Di Qing, he was already filled with killing intent.
“The crimes you’ve committed can’t be atoned for even if you die 10,000 times!”
“I’ll make you suffer 10,000 times over!” Prince Jiu shouted in anger.
As soon as he finished speaking, Changfu Mountain, which was located between the dark clouds, suddenly trembled.
Wisps of water-white light shot out from the center of the mountain.
It was as if 10,000 suns had descended from the sky. All the clouds were dispersed, revealing the dark and ancient mountain.
Along with the illumination of the light, an aura that transcended the era and the primordial filled every inch of space.
This aura was extremely unique, causing the spectators to feel as if they were in a trance.
Di Qing’s brows furrowed tighter and tighter. He had smelled a familiar scent.
When the billions of lights converged into one spot, a figure wearing a flowing cloud mountain robe slowly appeared.
It was a clean-faced, beardless old man. His face was thin and rugged, like the deep and lofty mountains.
Jian Wushuang focused his eyes. He felt that the old man’s aura was far beyond that of an ordinary Grand Yan Immortal, giving him an unknown feeling.
After seeing the old man’s face clearly, Di Qing slowly curled his lips and said loudly, “I was wondering who was playing tricks on me. It turns out to be the number one lackey of Zhen Wuyang, Elder Changfu!”
Such an earth-shattering curse reverberated throughout the entire Heavenly Region, the entire Changfu Mountain.
Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows. Obviously, he had understood a lot of hidden meanings from his words.
It seemed that Di Qing and Changfu had known each other for a long time, and there seemed to be a grudge between them.
On the other hand, Prince Jiu was startled when he heard the curses. Then, he turned around and looked at the old man.
The old man who was called Changfu seemed to treat Di Qing’s curses as farts and did not care at all.
He looked at Prince Jiu and said slowly, “Didn’t I tell you not to wake me up unless it’s a matter of life and death?”
“Prince Jiu knows, but Elder Changfu, the entire Great Mi Heaven is on the brink of death,” Prince Jiu said painfully. “My last trump card has been completely wiped out by them. If I don’t ask you to come out now, I’m afraid I won’t be able to protect myself.”
Hearing this, the old man did not say anything more. He looked at Di Qing, who was not far away, with his slightly turbid eyes.
“Di Qing, you can go back now. This era no longer belongs to us, and I have no intention of engaging in a meaningless battle with you.”
When Prince Jiu heard this, he frowned and said, “Elder Changfu, you can’t let them go just like that! Otherwise, I can’t let my dead subjects die in vain!”
Di Qing sneered, “Changfu, where did your aura go? How did you become so old? You look like an old dog with a broken back that is no longer loved by its master.”
Jian Wushuang thought to himself, ‘Oh no. With such a sarcastic remark, it would be difficult to control the situation.’
As expected, the calm expression of Elder Chanfu changed. The long robe on his body began to flutter, and an ancient aura burst out.
“Since the Second Prince has given the order, then Changfu will take this last trip.”
He said these words calmly, carrying the determination of his era as he slowly moved forward.
