Instead of continuing to draw the sword, I realized the sword just now.

A sword from all heavens!

A faint phantom appeared on the old man.

That was his soul.

At this moment, the soul is constantly fading.

It will completely disappear in the next moment.

The old man looked up at the sky, revealing his confusion and self-deprecating look.

"The heaven is unkind!"

"All cultivation will end up being in vain!"

"So what about the supreme realm? There are all ants under the sky!"

The old man let out a sarcastic cry.

At this moment, his consciousness seemed to be independent.

"Ding Yue, Xuanmen, you are very strong and evil, but so what? There are only ants under the sky, and you will be in vain in the end!"

"I am free, hahaha, thank you!"

The soul has dissipated.

"If you don't go against the sky, you will be empty at the end of your practice!"

The old man's last voice was echoing.

All the strong men were silent.

I felt a little sad in my heart.

Many people even showed confusion in their eyes.
Chapter completed!