"What does this old guy want to do?" Zhu Jiujie smelled a strong smell of blood, which all penetrated from the purple sword. He could not guess what Yun Feng Zhenjun intended.

At first, Xue Wugui couldn't see it, but as Yun Feng Zhenjun continued to cast spells, purple clouds began to spread in the deep sky of tens of thousands of miles, and lightning and thunder were heard in the clouds, as if some kind of sign of heaven was about to explode.

At this time, Xue Wugui realized it, and Yulu was shocked: "He should be offering sacrifices to the Dharma body, trying to summon the prehistoric true treasures of the Lingxiao clan and kill us from the air!"

Zhu Jiujie felt a sudden heart and became nervous for no reason: "There are several real treasures of the Xiao clan, which one does he want to summon?"

This no longer requires Xue Wugui to answer again.

The purple sword that Yun Feng Zhenjun hid was rapidly disintegrating and gathering, gradually forming two flying sword phantoms, both with the hilt facing upwards and the tip facing downwards, hanging in the sky, carrying thunder and electricity, and magnificent and powerful.

Lingxiao’s two swords!

One female and one male are also called the Divine Thunder Double Swords!

It is said that these two flying swords are the most powerful true treasures of the Lingxiao clan, and they once killed the genius saint who was the best in the rank of the People's Cult.

Drinking the blood of the saint.
Chapter completed!