Jiang Libai glanced at him, did not speak, and said quietly after watching Jian Wushuang's figure completely leave.

"I can't see through his future, but now I have one thing for sure. Jian Xian will not be his end, but the starting point."

Yan Fan took a deep breath after hearing the words, "It seems that our apprentice didn't get it in vain."

"What your apprentice, haven't you seen that he has already refused decisively?" Jiang Li gave him another blank look and said angrily.

He smirked and scratched his head, "So what, if you want to be a master, you have to be thick-skinned and stalking is very necessary. I have already left a mark on him. Can I escape us? The palms of the hands are not in place."

Jiang Li looked at Yan Fan, and then at the endless sky, "I am afraid that the limit of our life is here. Instead of continuing to sleep under this sea of ​​blood, it is better to leave here and pass on all our swordsmanship. That little guy can take off the burden that Master has entrusted to us."

Yan Fan nodded and stretched, "Indeed, after staying under this sea of ​​blood for too long, the bones are about to rust. It's time to do business."

"Our swordsmanship is passed on to that kid. It will not be buried. Maybe it will reach another level."

"So, this little guy, can't let it go!"

...

After leaving the two sword immortals, Jian Wushuang let out a sigh of relief after traveling thousands of miles.

The sense of oppression that Sword Immortal brought to him was really too great. If the two Sword Immortals were determined to let him leave, then he would never escape.

Raising his right hand and looking at the sword-shaped mark on his wrist, Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly.

He restrained his mind and moved on.

The road to the bones under the feet seems endless, although after many hardships, there is still no end in sight.

This made Jian Wushuang a little depressed at first. If he continues to consume it like this, I am afraid that Di Qing hasn't found it yet, and he will sink into this endless sea.

No matter what happens next, he will leave here as fast as possible, leave the so-called Tianlu, and find Diqing.

Jian Wushuang protects the body, Jian Wushuang swept forward, a million miles in a flash!

As he continued to move forward, he began to realize that the more the White Bone Road, the less restless aura, all the fairy rhyme had disappeared, and even the fairy bone could not become a dead fairy, and the silence was extremely quiet.

At the same time, instead of it, pure and strong generative power is flowing.

This shocked Jian Wushuang, he had never imagined that under this river of blood, there would be such a strong generative power.

At the same time this made him wary.

The subsequent changes in Baigulu also made him vigilant.

The flat bones road originally paved by the bones of Yanxian began to appear arcs as they continued to move forward, which was an upward arc like a staircase.

Jian Wushuang stopped and looked at the white bone road in front of the ladder, his eyes became serious.

There is a hazy layer of faint power on the white bone road of this ladder, which stretches into the boundless void, and in the dark clouds at the end, there is a very vague outline.

He muttered to himself again in his heart, and the scene now seemed a bit similar to the heavenly palace on the land and sky.

If there were other branches of the White Bone Road, Jian Wushuang would definitely not be suspected of continuing to move forward, but now there is only one White Bone Road and can only move on.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang stepped on the ladder.

The sole of the foot fell on the first step, and an invisible pressure cover immediately pressed against him.

The pressure is intangible and qualitative, as if it is a certain rule, directly suppressed.

Jian Wushuang didn't hesitate too much, his footsteps swiftly, his figure moved forward quickly, but it turned out to be 10,000 steps!

After 10,000 steps, Jian Wushuang stopped his figure, and there were already fine beads of sweat on his temples.

The pressure on this ladder is far more terrifying than he imagined, and after a certain number of floors, the pressure will double!

At 10,000 ranks, Jian Wushuang, who had already been forced, stopped, as if a million sacred mountain covers were pressing on him.

Seeing the still endless road ahead, he gritted his teeth and then moved forward again.

This time his speed slowed down a lot.

Ten thousand orders.

Thirty thousand orders.

Fifty thousand orders.

...

Seventy thousand orders!

At this moment, Jian Wushuang was already in a difficult situation, and the power of his meridians had already reached its limit.

A lot of sweat evaporates from every pore of his.

Eighty thousand orders!

The true shadow of selflessness was directly forced out.

With the blessing of the true shadow of Wu-self, Jian Wushuang only felt relaxed all over his body, and he could walk forward quickly.

When he reached the 90,000 level, the huge palace that was originally wrapped in black clouds finally appeared.

It was a magnificent palace built in the sky, full of endless stern and cold atmosphere.

Jian Wushuang has an inexplicable intuition that this heavenly palace is most likely an imperial palace left over from the ancient times.

Heaven!

Could it be that this is another Tianting site of the past? !

When he thought of this, Jian Wushuang thought of the former heavenly court of Emperor Liu Crow.

In the past, the imperial court meant that opportunities and great crises coexisted.

But he didn't have any interest in developing this heavenly court, he had to know that even if the emperor was angry, he could not bear the pressure.

But now Jian Wushuang has no way to escape, he can only bite the bullet and head to the former heavenly court.

The last 10,000 steps are almost a blend of the first 90,000 steps, and all the pressure is unprecedented.

Jian Wushuang almost couldn't hold it even with the addition of Wumei Zhenying. He didn't even dare to breathe at will, for fear of being crushed by the terrible pressure of his body.

Ninety-five thousand steps.

Ninety-six thousand steps.

...

Ninety-eight thousand steps!

At this point, the three avenues of Jian Wushuang were oppressed!

Wushuang Kendo.

Way of protection.

The way of killing.

The addition of three avenues allows him to move forward!

Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred steps.

When he reached the last step, he was already at the end.

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Divine blood dripped down his robe in front of the heavenly court, and was quickly absorbed.

Jian Wushuang trembling his hands, took out a Di Pin Pill and stuffed it into his mouth before stopping his injuries.

Some broken immortal immortal bodies recovered quickly.

Slowly exhaling a turbid breath, Jian Wushuang felt comfortable all over, and the previous fatigue disappeared in a flash.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him, but was surprised to find that the White Bone Road had completely disappeared!

As if it had never existed before, there was only an endless void behind him.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang turned and walked towards the endless stern and magnificent heaven.

"Who, dare to trespass into heaven!"

Outside the heavenly court, a voice resounded through the void in front of the dead giant gate.