After hundreds of times of sword technique.

"Ah...Who are you? You can actually backfire on the ancestor!"

A sinister and panic sound rang in his mind, and after the words fell, it stopped ringing.

"The evil spirit has been successfully erased!"

The sound of the sword spirit sounded, which made Zhou Xuanji completely relieved and immediately put away the sword.

At this time, he felt a little burning in the palm of his right hand.

He immediately put down the sword of the Ghost God Emperor, raised his hand and saw tiny brushes appearing in his palms, drawing a magnificent map of mountains and rivers.

Picture of the world!

Zhou Xuanji's eyes narrowed, and when his attention was focused on the world map, his consciousness suddenly exploded.

Then he felt the sky turn dizzy and the surrounding sky and earth disappear.

At the same time, he slowly closed his eyes, sat cross-legged down, and began to meditate and practice.

And his consciousness came to another scene.

He stood above the clouds and looked down at the world.

Below is a wasteland, with countless soldiers kneeling on the wasteland, densely packed, occupying a radius of hundreds of miles.

Everyone is worshiping one person!

The man stood on the top of the mountain and sat on the dragon throne. He was wearing an imperial robe and an imperial crown on his head. Behind him was a five-clawed golden dragon, with extraordinary power.

He smiled proudly and said, "The world is in my hands, who can compete with me?"
Chapter completed!