4940 Bian Ziyuan
At this moment, 36,000 Sword Intents blasted out along with his palm.
As the distance was too close, the black-robed Grand Yan Immortal could not dodge at all. All of the Sword Intent was absorbed by him.
Clang!
The incomparably clear Sword Intent sent him flying. The black-robed Grand Yan Immortal was like a kite with a broken string, falling headfirst into the void.
Jian Wushuang couldn't hold on any longer. His figure was like a flash of lightning as he fell into the void.
The old man, who had barely managed to stand straight on the ground, raised his head and saw this scene. His entire body instantly trembled.
Then, he pounced forward and caught Jian Wushuang who was falling.
Looking at him, who was covered in divine blood and heavily injured, the old man gritted his teeth and placed him behind his back.
"Don't go, put him down!"
A furious roar resounded as the remaining three black-robed Grand Yan Immortals chased after him.
The old man did not stay any longer. He carried Jian Wushuang and fled frantically.
As a Grand Yan Immortal, his speed was extremely fast. Clearly, he had escaped quite a few times before.
However, the shattered land still restricted his movements. The old man seemed to be extremely afraid of the black water and kept flying to avoid it.
"Old Shepherd, you're courting death!"
The black-robed Grand Yan Immortal was furious to the extreme as he stretched out his hand and unleashed an unparalleled divine punishment.
Caught off guard, the old man was sent flying, and his entire body fell into the black water.
Jian Wushuang cried out in pain and then fainted.
The old man desperately wanted to escape from the black water, but under the black water, a pair of hands quietly grabbed his legs and pulled him into the water.
"Save, ugh…"
After a few bubbles appeared on the black water, everything disappeared without a trace.
The three black-robed Grand Yan Immortals chased over. When they saw that there was no trace of them, they could not help but fly into a rage.
The black-robed Grand Yan Immortal, who was almost sliced into a bloody gourd by the 36,000 Sword Intents, was extremely furious. "Find him! Dig him out even if you have to dig three feet into the ground!"
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"Arghh, gargle…"
Once he fell into the black water, it was as if all the Yan power had disappeared. The elder who was carrying Jian Wushuang struggled under the black water but could not rise at all.
Jian Wushuang, who had fainted, was also in a terrible state. He frowned as if he could die at any time.
If one looked carefully, they would discover that in the extremely dark water, the one holding the old man's legs was a slender figure.
The figure seemed to be unafraid of the black water as it swam around like a water ghost.
He dragged the old man's leg with his slender arm and swam to the bottom of the sea.
The depths of the Endless Sea was like a boundless black crystal, emitting an indescribable beauty and mystery.
Just as the old man felt that he was about to die, the figure that was holding him down suddenly threw him.
After a moment of dizziness, the old man was thrown onto a piece of land.
"Ah…"
He was thrown into a daze. At the same time, an extremely pure energy entered his meridians and nourished them.
The old man's fragile divine thought was repaired. He propped himself up and sat up unsteadily.
"What is this place…"
Everything in front of him was like some kind of magical karst cave. All kinds of crystals condensed from the purest energy crystals were emitting magnificent light.
At this moment, the slender figure that had been standing outside the cave entrance walked into the cave.
The old man immediately went into a state of alert.
"Don't worry, I don't want to do anything to you. If I wanted to, you would have disappeared into the sea long ago."
The figure's voice was lazy and low, as if he had just woken up from a dream.
The cave was slightly lit, allowing the old man to barely see him clearly.
The figure had long arms and legs, and his body was well-proportioned. Although his face was not considered handsome, he was free and unrestrained. On his naked chest were some mysterious flowing clouds and water patterns, carrying the desolate aura of the ancient era.
He came before the old man and slowly squatted down.
He looked at Jian Wushuang, who was lying on the ground and no one knew if he was dead or alive. Then he looked at the old man and said playfully, "You want to carry him to that person to exchange for merits?"
The old man's body trembled without a trace. Then, he said with some embarrassment and anger, "Stop bullsh*tting. Which eye of yours saw that I was going to do this?"
He smiled and did not care about the old man's insults. Instead, he pointed at Jian Wushuang and said leisurely, "I watched the battle from beginning to end. He was very scary and powerful. He easily killed the group of law-enforcement officers until only three were left."
"But he's already unconscious. If we bring him to that person now, I think the merit we'll accumulate will be enough to give us all freedom."
"What do you mean?" the old man looked at him nervously and asked.
The long-legged young man then said, "The meaning is very simple. Bring him to that person and accumulate merit. Will you do it?"
When the old man heard this, he was not in a hurry to speak. In the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "I can't make a decision. He didn't kill me."
Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows slightly. "That's a good answer. If you had agreed with me just now, you would be a corpse now."
The old man was startled and his face turned cold. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing much. We're going to leave this place soon," the long-legged young man shrugged and said. "We'll leave when he gets better."
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Jian Wushuang felt a sharp pain in his head, as if it would explode at any time.
His divine thought, which had already reached perfection, was already in chaos.
The Undying and Imperishable Immortal Body had already recovered and the black-robed Grand Yan Immortal's damage to Jian Wushuang was not fatal.
What was truly fatal was Jian Wushuang's overdraft. The Slaughter Dao was too overbearing and the consumption of his Yan power was extremely terrifying.
However, Jian Wushuang had been consuming Emperor-grade pills to ensure the supply of Slaughter Dao, which caused his meridians to be exhausted.
Although he was recovering, the overdraft of his Divine Thoughts still made Jian Wushuang feel extremely painful.
His temples were covered in sweat, and even the Yan power in his Immortal body was flowing uncontrollably.
This terrifying feeling lasted for a long time. When he felt better, he immediately opened his eyes.
As far as the eye could see, it was a cave that contained profound mysteries.
There was also an unfamiliar face looking at him with a smile.
When Jian Wushuang woke up, the long-legged young man smiled and said, " Congratulations on getting out of danger. You can call me Bian Ziyuan."
"Bian Ziyuan… It's a rather unique name."
Jian Wushuang's head was dizzy, but he still remembered this unique and catchy name.
