The sword tomb in front of him suddenly cracked open.

A powerful sword sounded in my ears.

Immediately afterwards, a cold light burst out from the sword tomb and cut through the void.

brush……

That cold light fell into the hands of the phantom.

Cold light is a real green sharp blade.

But the phantom is just an illusion.

I saw that the phantom held the three-foot green breeze with a cold light.

Then, suddenly shook.

In an instant, the cold light flashed in the sky.

But a stunning afterimage of time was left in the void.

The world around seemed to be in a state where the long river of time had stagnated in an instant.

The sword light rubbed against the rules of heaven and earth, and it exuded the charming color of colorful glass.

A ray of cold light that shines through the ages disappeared into the vast north.

"This...this..."

Seeing this scene, the old sword saint couldn't help but be stunned and didn't know what to say.

Because the cold light that disappeared was the sword left by the ancestor.

It is also the only item left by the ancestor in Wanjian Jue Sect.

Now, the tomb of the ancestor's clothes and clothes in the Tianjue Sword Tomb has completely become an empty tomb.

As the cold light disappeared, the phantom slowly dispersed.

Only the old sword saint was left on the spot, and his mouth widened.

There are regrets and reluctance in my eyes.

The sword left by the ancestor was gone.

But he also knew that this was a choice made by the ancestor's obsession with the remnant soul.

As a junior disciple, he didn't even have the qualifications to oppose it.
Chapter completed!