ancient god emperor

Chapter 629 Soul Burial Eternal!

That sword energy was extremely terrifying. Even if Chu Yun just watched from a distance, he could feel a terrifying chill. Chu Yun's scalp was numb, and that sword was so many times more amazing than him!
If it is said that the sword energy held by Chu Yun is a small stream, then the sword he saw at this moment is a sea, a roaring sea, a boiling and turbulent sea.

With three eyes on his forehead, the bell-like pupils of the ferocious beast with half of its body hidden in the void suddenly widened, and he suddenly said in an ancient language: "The number one saint in the middle wilderness, the saint of swords, is it true?" It's a well-deserved reputation!"

"It's just that... the Manghuang Continent still has to receive a cleansing after all, and you and the ants will still be swept out!" Said the three-eyed Void Fiercely in his forehead coldly.

"Burial Starry Sky, Exterminating Soul Blood, Douluo Starry Sky!" Foreborn roared fiercely with three eyes, and the shattered void turned into a starry sky, as if he had squeezed the sun, moon and stars, floating on that side In the Douluo starry sky!
"Boom!"

The two bombarded together, causing great turmoil. The wind blew in all directions, and even the dust turned into a harsh method of killing. Many fierce beasts that approached the two were crushed alive!
Chu Yun's headache was about to split, he felt that his soul was a little unstable, but he was unwilling to close his eyes, because...he felt that he seemed to have glimpsed a corner of the past history!
This may be the reason why the All Saints Sect was destroyed, and this may also be the reason why the ancient times came to an end. He didn't want to close his eyes, he wanted to open them and see why!
Be it the sword qi or the Douluo starry sky, everything was annihilated. At this time, a figure in a blue shirt stepped out, with a peerless beauty, and it was only one person, which actually made the void arouse a sense of awe!

"Tsk tsk, it's really scary. The sword saint is not easy. His cultivation is indeed No. 1 in the middle of the wilderness. It's a pity that he is still too weak compared to us!" .

At this time, there was a sudden movement in the void, and two blurred figures walked towards them. One of them was also in the shape of a beast, but there was a person in the shape of a human, obviously a human race, not a foreign race.

"Brahma, it's actually you!" The figure in the green shirt said coldly, the surrounding air suddenly became a little bit colder, as if he had fallen into a harsh winter, it was very scary.

"So what if it's me?" The humanoid warrior said lightly, the two looked at each other, and for a moment, the aura of killing was very cold!

The figure in the green shirt laughed, and immediately his whole body became extremely cold. He said in a cold voice: "Even if you have many people, what's the matter? I still killed you. Even if your soul is buried forever, I will wait for you. Killed!"

"Do you think that with your strength, you can seal us and kill us with your soul burial forever? We have a large number of people, and if you are a saint, then we will attack you with two saints."

"However, you are indeed very strong, and I will send out the strongest three to fight against you!" The three-eyed giant in the void smiled, and there was a dignified look in the smile. people.

"Buzz!"

The figure in the green shirt smiled coldly, and at the thought, sword energy came, and the void was full of terrifying illusory swords!

The four of them conquered together, the void collapsed, and the surroundings were filled with terrifying sword energy, which tore apart the sky and shattered the mountains. Everything around them turned into nothingness, and was completely disturbed by the terrifying killing atmosphere. broken.

Chu Yun stared blankly at this scene. His head was about to split open, and blood flowed from his eyes in pain. Although all of this was illusory, Chu Yun faintly felt that it was not false, and it was very likely that it was from the ancient times. Reflections of the First World War!

"what!"

Blasts of terrifying sword energy came, and Chu Yun's body exploded, turning into a blood mist. The moment he turned into a blood mist, he tried to open his eyes, wanting to take a look, the blurred blue shirt Musha!
It's just that the sword energy was flying freely, his head was about to split, and his soul was also shattered, Chu Yun closed his eyes!

"call!"

Chu Yun was short of breath, and his back was completely drenched with sweat. He opened his eyes and looked at everything around him with a little shock. Now he is not standing in the battlefield, but has returned to the ancient building.

"Ancient Battle!"

Chu Yun took a deep breath, that battle was indeed grand enough, there were too many terrifying characters in that battle, even the top nirvana warriors in Zhonghuang today, in that era, it was not the ultimate battle force!
"Soul Burial Eternal, the most powerful three against the alien beasts alone, the Saint of the Sword, indeed has the strength of Soul Burial Eternal!" Chu Yun took a deep breath, that battle should have been won by Zhonghuang, otherwise they The human race should not be able to reproduce there.

"The ancient human race in its heyday suffered heavy losses after that battle. Even after so many years, they have not recovered... If those ferocious beasts from other lands came here again at this time... the consequences would be disastrous!" Chu Yun took a deep breath Take a breath.

"The soul is buried for eternity, and the beauty of the past is buried in the dust, and there is only a broken sword to accompany you!" Chu Yun's eyes showed awe. In this ancient painting, maybe it is the beauty of the sword saint?

Just as Chu Yun was thinking about it, a cloud of white mist flickered in the ancient building, and an ancient and vicissitudes voice sounded, "I can sense that you have a part of Lingtian's aura!"

"Who are you?!" Chu Yun's hair was about to explode, and he looked around solemnly. In an ancient building that no one had set foot in for thousands of years, an ancient murmur suddenly sounded. Feel creepy!
"Who am I? I'm Ling Tian Sword Spirit!" The ancient vicissitudes of life sounded, with the tone of the ancient times. Although Chu Yun didn't understand it very well, he could clearly hear all the meanings in the words.

A cloud of fuzzy mist floated in front of Chu Yun, and at the same time, the long sword beside Chu Yun hummed continuously, resonating violently!

A vague old figure emerged, this is the appearance of an old man, dressed in a white robe, looks a bit fairy-like!

"I've been waiting for tens of thousands of years, and I finally got you, man of fate!" the old man said lightly.

"What? A man of destiny?!" Chu Yun's expression changed, it was not the first time he had heard these words, whether it was the Taixu Sect or the lineage of Tianji, they all regarded him as a man of destiny!

"What is a man of destiny?" Chu Yun asked.

"You don't need to know that when fate comes, even if you want to escape, you can't escape. When the master's soul was buried for eternity, you were calculated in the future. This is fate and mission!"

Chu Yun was a little shocked in his heart, but he didn't intend to dwell on this issue, but asked: "Why would the ancient times be destroyed, and many inheritances can only survive?!"

(End of this chapter)