Legend of Swordsman

4793 Can You Be My Mount?

The huge energy from the shattering of the Immortal Source suddenly gave them a helping hand, allowing Jian Wushuang and the others to fly hundreds of millions of miles in one step.

More than half of the entire Heavenly Region was destroyed by this attack.

The astral winds of the void raged, but the boundless Blood Qi only existed for a moment before it was dispersed by the light of Buddha.

Kong Tong and Kong Ji waved their palms at the same time, directly wiping out the remaining energy.

Sha Qing risked her life to shatter the Immortal Source, but she could not even shake their Buddhist light.

From then on, the entire Sand Demon Cave, along with more than half of the Heavenly Region, had completely disappeared. Only the extremely strange Blood Sea remained. It floated in the void with no end.

“Senior Brother, those few survivors must be the last of the Sand Demon Cave’s forces. We can’t let them escape!” Jian Qing said anxiously.

Kong Tong and Kong Ji stood still with their hands together. Then, they slowly took a step.

One step could shrink mountains and rivers, and billions of miles could be flattened!

A step covered a hundred million miles, and with just a few steps, he caught up with the few people who were running away.

Jian Wushuang’s heart sank as he knew that they could not escape.

Sure enough, an irresistible and unimaginable cage of Buddhist light pressed down and trapped them inside.

“You’ve killed countless people and can only redeem yourselves with death. Why are you running?” Kong Tong’s majestic voice resounded.

Jian Wushuang did not like his indiscriminate behavior. He said loudly, “How do you know that we have killed countless people? Just because we have stayed in the Sand Demon Cave for several years?”

Kong Tong snorted coldly. “Hmph, since you’re with the Sand Demon Cave, you must be a motley crew. How can I not be certain that you’re guilty of murder?”

He raised his eyebrows, obviously shocked by Kong Tong’s argument.

Cheng Qing obviously wanted to spit in his face. “I say, bald… monk, are you muddled from chanting?”

“Even if we’re part of the Sand Demon Cave, the one who caught Monk Konglun was that b*tch. Now that he’s already dead in your hands, what does it have to do with us?”

“There are too many people who have committed murder in this world. Monk, didn’t you just kill people like flies? Everything has to be reasonable. Don’t make things difficult for us, because we really have nothing to do with the Sand Demon Cave.”

“Regardless of whether they are related or not, all of you can stay here today.” Kong Tong obviously did not want to waste his breath. His eyes were cold, as if he already had control over their killing.

Cheng Qing’s face turned ashen, “That damn old bald donkey. It seems like he’s going to eat us up!”

Jian Wushuang did not speak, but his palm had already touched the Boyang Bottle on his waist.

With the three Emperors’ True Shadows, he was confident that he could escape even if he was facing a Grand Yan Immortal.

Kong Tong’s eyes were cold. A palm print with terrifying Yan power had already smashed down.

Just as Jian Wushuang pulled out the cork, a cry that seemed to have been torn apart from the chaos and awakened from the ancient times resounded in the Heavenly Region.

The heavenly fire set the Prairie ablaze, causing the void to tremble!

A Golden Crow with its wings spread out for thousands of miles, uninhibited by the Heavenly Region, was unfurling in the void.

The brilliant golden light that fell from the wings was actually comparable to the Buddhist light on Kong Tong’s body, and perhaps even stronger!

The Golden Crow cawed, and at the same time, an unparalleled golden light descended from its body, directly negating Kong Tong’s attack.

Jian Wushuang, who was in the cage of Buddha’s light, narrowed his eyes. The moment the Golden Crow appeared, he knew that Di Qing was the only one who could have such power.

Kong Tong retreated. He had thought that the situation was in the bag, but a side branch had appeared, and such a supreme existence had actually jumped out. The source of this ᴄontent ɪs Noᴠelꜰire.nᴇt

Kong Ji, Jian Qing, and the other monks also took a few steps back after seeing this scene, their eyes full of vigilance.

The image of the Golden Crow dissipated, and a luxurious figure wearing a golden robe appeared.

Threads of golden feathers surged around his body, giving him an intimidating aura.

The newcomer was Di Qing. He did not stop at all. He waved his arm and shattered the Buddhist light cage.

“Considering that time in the Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture, now we’re even,” he looked at Jian Wushuang and said. “If you want to owe me another favor, I’ll take you away.”

Jian Wushuang knew that the time Di Qing was talking about was the time in the Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture when he was seriously injured by Di Qing and almost broke his Immortal Source.

“That’s a separate matter,” he said coldly. “How can you confuse them?”

Di Qing was stunned. Apparently, he did not expect that he would be so rude, and he did not know what to say.

Not far away, Kong Tong and Kong Ji looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other’s eyes.

What would it be like if he could tame this ancient Golden Crow with the Ancestral bloodline and make him a mount?

Di Qing came back to his senses. He was a little ashamed and angry at Jian Wushuang’s ungratefulness, “Damn you, if I didn’t help you just now, you would have died a long time ago. How dare you not appreciate my help?”

“Do you know that I could’ve left a long time ago, but I came here to save you because you’ve had a hard time?”

Jian Wushuang heard his angry voice and pointed behind him.

Di Qing looked back and saw two bald guys with evil intentions walking over.

“Little Golden Crow, are you willing to become this old man’s mount?”

Kong Tong put his palms together and looked solemn.

“You f*cking bald donkey, how dare you humiliate me?” Di Qing was already in a fit of anger, and now that he was humiliated, his eyes turned red. “I’m a Nine Revolution Grand Yan Immortal, and you want me to be your mount?”

“Why don’t you take a look at how big your butt is!” Di Qing stomped his feet in anger and immediately blasted out his supreme Yan force, smashing it at the two of them.

Kong Tong’s face darkened as he immediately waved his hand to exterminate them.

“In other words, you’re not willing?”

Di Qing was furious and immediately shouted, “Pathetic.”

Suddenly, a giant black crow with its wings spread out for thousands of miles appeared in the sky.

A black light shone from the wings of the celestial black crow, and a thick killing intent swept through the air.

In the next moment, the celestial form of the black crow let out a cry and swept forward with supreme power.

At the same time, Di Qing was no longer calm. When he passed Jian Wushuang and the others, he said in a deep voice, “Run! My image form power can’t last long. The faster you run, the better!”

“…”

Jian Wushuang had long noticed that he was an arrow at the end of its flight, so when he spoke, he fled without hesitation.

If Di Qing was at his peak, it might not be a problem for him to block these two Grand Yan Immortals from the Buddhist Realm.

However, now, he, who had also recovered less than 50 percent of his strength, might really be taken as a mount.

For the sake of freedom and dignity, Di Qing chose to run away immediately.