4922 The True Shadow of the Emperor Arrives



A guy who could kill a Grand Yan Immortal and make all the other Yan Immortals bow their heads.

At this moment, he was trapped and suffering, and he was heading towards his inevitable demise. There was nothing more pleasant than this.

Prince Yu could not even be bothered to continue watching. This Blue Feather Bell was so terrifying that even a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal could not escape, let alone a puny little Yan Immortal.

The Undying and Imperishable Immortal Body was collapsing like a star, never to return.

At that moment, Jian Wushuang's consciousness was already blurry under the encirclement of the dark blue Heavenly Dao.

His Immortal body was inevitably on the path of decline. Even if he did not die, he would probably be silent for endless years.

Jian Wushuang wanted to resist the Heavenly Dao, but he found that it was useless. It was a suppression that completely surpassed his realm and was unimaginable.

Even if he tried his best, he did not have the slightest chance of destroying the Blue Feather Bell.

"Am I going to die just like that? But I'm unwilling, I'm unwilling!" Jian Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes, which were red.

The divine blood flowing in his body was rapidly repairing his damaged Undying and Imperishable Immortal Body, as if it was resisting the Heavenly Dao.

"Hmm?" Prince Yu's eyes narrowed. He saw that the figure was fighting against the Heavenly Dao!

"How, how is this possible?!" He was greatly shocked. One had to know that even a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal could be intimidated by this Blue Feather Bell!

But soon, he relaxed again, and at the same time, his heart palpitated.

Because Jian Wushuang had only resisted for a moment before he could no longer resist his decline.

What made Prince Yu's heart palpitate was that a mere Yan Immortal could actually contend against the Blue Feather Bell. It was simply unimaginable.

Just as Prince Yu was about to get to know Jian Wushuang in advance, two tottering figures came from the void in the distance.

The leader was the Young Emperor. His luxurious clothes were already in tatters, and his exposed skin was covered in wounds.

However, at this moment, his eyes were filled with the dignity of a prince.

He glanced at Prince Yu and walked towards the rapidly shrinking Blue Feather Bell.

Prince Yu was overjoyed when he saw this. He had never thought that the Young Emperor would walk right into his trap, saving him the trouble of searching.

"Your Highness, do you want us to capture them?" a Yan Immortal requested.

Prince Yu waved his hand arrogantly. "I want to see why this trash came back. I'll take him down later."

All the Yan Immortals agreed, all of them watching this scene with a smile that was not a smile.

The slender palm covered in divine blood was stuck to the outer wall of the Blue Feather Bell. Looking at Jian Wushuang who was suffering in the bell, the Young Emperor gently knocked on the outer wall with his fingers, "Wushuang, Wushuang."

Covered in blood, Jian Wushuang, who was about to die, opened his eyes with difficulty. He looked at the figure outside the Blue Feather Bell and sighed.

"Listen to me," the Upimg Emperor stuck to the Blue Feather Bell and said in a clear voice. "Take out the golden jade ring I gave you earlier and open it."

Jian Wushuang could hear his voice, but it was almost impossible for him to move a finger, let alone take out the golden jade ring.

The Young Emperor outside the Blue Feather Bell seemed to know his difficulties and began to be at a loss.

Prince Yu, who was standing far away, sensed that something was wrong. He hurriedly ordered, "Quick, let's catch Prince Yan together. Don't let him speak!"

All of the Yan Immortals hurriedly moved and caught the Young Emperor.

Seeing this, Jian Wushuang, who was about to die, put his palm into his chest at the risk of his Immortal body shattering.

Even the ancient and unknown Dao could not help but waver.

He took out the golden jade ring and a unique color appeared on Jian Wushuang's palm, which had turned into a skeleton.

"Ah!"

He roared and pushed the jade ring in the middle of the golden jade ring.

In an instant, an even more ancient and unknown Heavenly Dao aura burst out from it, transforming into billions of tassels that descended.

The appearance of the aura made Jian Wushuang relax and the dark blue Heavenly Dao that bound him dissipated.

Immediately after, a supreme True Image in a white robe walked out of the golden jade ring.

At this moment, all the ancient Heavenly Dao in the Blue Feather Bell prostrated on the ground and trembled.

He was like an ordinary person without any power, but his eyes carried the dignity of a superior.

All the Yan Immortals who saw this True Shadow were scared out of their wits. They almost could not stand properly and hurriedly knelt in the void, their Immortal bodies trembling.

Even Jian Wushuang was shocked. He had never expected that the golden jade ring that the Young Emperor had given him contained Emperor Zhen Wuyang's True Image!

Moreover, this True Shadow belonged to the True Shadow of Emperor Zhen Wuyang at his peak, and it was filled with a domineering and disdainful aura!

Prince Yu, who was already in a daze, had never thought that a puny little Yan Immortal would actually hold a True Shadow of his Imperial Father.

This was simply inconceivable and unimaginable.

One had to know that even he did not have the True Image of his Imperial Father!

With the appearance of the True Shadow of Emperor Wuyang at his peak, the Blue Feather Bell began to wail. It could not withstand the pressure of the Emperor at all!

The middle-aged Zhenwu Yang's True Shadow had a faint doubt in his eyes. He looked at the barrier of the Blue Feather Bell and waved his hand.

The Blue Feather Bell, which contained the supreme Heavenly Dao, shattered directly!

The residue scattered in the air and quickly disappeared.

Then, Zhen Wuyang True Shadow looked at Jian Wushuang, who was on the verge of death. A look of satisfaction and uncertainty flashed across his eyes.

Finally, he said, "Are you Yan'er?"

Jian Wushuang, who did not even have the strength to speak, could not even shake his head. He could only stare at him.

The True Shadow of Zhen Wuyang laughed and said, "That's right, my son Yan'er indeed has the bearing of an Emperor. Although you're in such a sorry state, it's fine. With me here, no one can hurt you!"

"..."

Jian Wushuang was completely speechless. They had only met once, but Zhen Wuyang's True Shadow had mistaken him for Prince Yan. Could it be that they didn't recognize each other?

Just as Jian Wushuang's divine thoughts were in a daze, Zhen Wuyang, who was furious, looked at the Yan Immortals who were kneeling in the void.

"A bunch of ants, how dare you hurt my Yan'er!"

Prince Yu fell to his knees in the air and exclaimed, "Imperial Father, it's me. I'm Yu'er, your third son!"

"Hmm? The third?" Zhen Wuyang's True Shadow was confused. "I only have Yan'er, right? Why is there a third one?"

Prince Yu knew that this was a fatal matter. If he could not explain it clearly, he would never have the chance to leave this place.

Therefore, he made a prompt decision. He cut his wrist and threw out the divine blood in his meridians. "If Imperial Father doesn't believe me, just check my divine blood."