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The first time he condensed it was when he completely defeated the Sect Master of the Celestial Region’s Heavenly Sect, Zhang Tiantian, and used the Selfless True Sadow to burst his Wheel of Suffering Immortal Style.

This was Jian Wushuang’s second Immortal Style. It was a special Immortal Style that was independent of Little Mountain River.

As a carefree, god-like True Shadow image condensed, Jian Wushuang’s Blood Qi burst forth.

Di Qing did not stop either, and a black image gradually formed, which kept expanding in the formation.

Cheng Qing, Chun Qiu, and the others also retreated, nervously watching this scene.

Through the formation with seven colors flowing, one could see a precious image and a black crow that was growing rapidly. In just tens of breaths, it had expanded to a million feet.

However, the array formation showed no signs of breaking.

With 60 Yan Immortals as the foundation, the formation was too solid.

Even though every Yan Immortal’s face was red, the endless energy still firmly trapped Jian Wushuang and Di Qing.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang’s Selfless True Sadow had grown to a height of hundreds of millions of feet, which had exceeded the height when he had fought with Zhang Tian of the Celestial Region. However, it still could not blow up the formation.

Di Qing’s celestial form of black crow had also reached a critical point.

“Motherf*cker, wait for me to get out of here, I’ll crush these b*stards into meat paste!” Di Qing’s face turned red. His True Life had just been damaged, and his strength was far from fully recovered, which was why he was trapped by this formation.

Jian Wushuang frowned. If the Selfless True Sadow could not tear the formation, he would have to think of another way.

With the completion of the formation, the remaining 200 Yan Immortals began to set off for the Lower Three Heavens of the Six Heavens Realm.

It was obvious that before they came to the Six Heavens Realm, they had been ordered to destroy the Six Heavens Realm at all costs.

Just as the formation was completed, the mysterious Yan Immortal, who gave out orders from time to time, flew to the top of the formation. A pitch-black dagger the length of an arm appeared in his hand.

The Young Emperor, who was watching from a distance, suddenly focused his eyes. The next moment, he jumped up and rushed toward the formation with his soft sword.

The thin purple-robed man also moved at this time and followed the Young Emperor.

The group of Yan Immortals that acted as the base of the formation constantly changed positions and released their Yan power to reinforce the formation.

When the next Yan Immortal exchanged positions, a silent, empty, black-and-white aura quietly rose.

It was the Young Emperor’s Immortal Style, a full-power Immortal Style. It exploded at the weakest point of the array.

It was not an easy task to use all his strength as the base of the formation, and it was impossible to stop this Immortal Style.

Of the ten Yan Immortals, four died on the spot, and the remaining six were all heavily injured.

At this point, one of the six array legs had been broken by the Young Emperor’s full-force attack.

It was also because of this attack that the entire array formation was on the verge of destruction.

Jian Wushuang and di Qing, who were trapped in the formation, also sensed it. They directly raised their Selfless True Sadow and black Crow celestial form again, finally breaking the entire formation!

“You’re looking for death!”

The black-robed Yan Immortal holding a black short sword fell from the top of the array formation. He looked at the Young Emperor angrily and then suddenly disappeared into a cloud.

By the time the Young Emperor noticed it again, the black-robed Yan Immortal had already reappeared in front of him.

The long and narrow dagger that was condensed with dark Yan power fell down and easily cut into his heart.

That place was where most Yan Immortals condensed their Immortal Styles.

This sword strike was aimed to kill.

The Young Emperor’s pupils suddenly narrowed and then slowly dissipated.

“Your Highness!” At this moment, the skinny purple-robed man completely lost his composure. He flew over, his palm condensed with Yan power and struck toward the black-robed Yan Immortal.

The black-robed Yan Immortal was also stunned. After he came to his senses, he threw the Young Emperor’s Immortal body away like trash and ran away.

The thin purple-robed man caught the Young Emperor. His haggard and calm face was filled with helplessness. “Your Highness, Your Highness, you…”

“My Companion, tell… tell Jian Wushuang to run.” The Young Emperor barely opened his eyes and passed out after uttering the last sentence.

The skinny purple-robed man nodded. He held him tightly in his arms and flew towards Cheng Qing.

Jian Wushuang’s eyes turned cold as he saw the scene. He chased after the Yan Immortal without hesitation.

He was like a sword of slaughter stained with divine blood, and no Yan Immortal could stop him.

Di Qing followed closely to cover Jian Wushuang’s back. The strength of a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal was fully revealed at this moment.

With the mountains and rivers in a single thought, he caught up with the black-robed Yan Immortal in a few breaths and stabbed him with his sword.

“Uh-ah!”

The black-robed Yan Immortal had no time to dodge and his right arm was cut off by Jian Wushuang.

Feeling the pain, he turned around and struck out with his palm.

Jian Wushuang did not dodge. After taking the blow, he stabbed again.

The black-robed Yan Immortal cried out in pain. The Sword Intent contained in the Invisible Sword instantly surged into his meridians and wreaked havoc.

“Damn things, today, none of you will live!” Jian Wushuang said coldly. The Invisible Sword in his hand shook and the Sword Intent finally tore it into powder.

The next moment, an ethereal voice rang out in the shattered void.

“What an extremely arrogant junior. Whether it’s his words or his style of doing things, he’s full of hostility.”

Heaven and earth were silent as all Yan Immortals looked toward the source of the sound.

Di Qing’s face was solemn, as he smelled the aura that only belonged to Grand Yan Immortal.

A crack appeared in the dark red void, and a middle-aged man with his hands behind his back walked out.

The energy around him was purer and more unfathomable than Yan Immortal’s. As he walked, even the broken Heavenly Dao began to repair slowly.

This middle-aged man was dressed in a scholarly long robe. He had a clean face and no beard, and he looked extremely refined.

After he arrived, he looked at Jian Wushuang and shook his head slowly, “I don’t like the hostility that you’re giving off. But in order not to waste my time, you should leave now and I’ll let you live.”

Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth rose. “Who are you? You’re probably useless, huh?”

The scholarly middle-aged man was stunned. He did not expect a mere Yan Immortal to humiliate him.

By the time he reacted, his elegant robe suddenly trembled. An unimaginable power that exceeded the Yan Immortal realm covered the entire broken void.

Under such pressure, all the Yan Immortals felt a sense of suffocation. Their Immortal Source was crumpled and even the Yan power circulating in their Immortal bodies had slowed down to a certain extent.

“What a brat. You don’t have a filter on your mouth. Since you wish to die, then I will agree to send you to your death!”