"My lord?"

The master of the Ghost Temple narrowed his eyes, and then recognized the identity of the old man carrying the sword.

"So it's you, and the war didn't kill you yet?"

Ancestor Mie Xin joked: "It looks like you just woke up, right?"

"It's really ridiculous. You've even lost your cultivation, and you still want to intervene in this matter!?"

The old man carrying the sword looked indifferent, and stretched out his big hand, only to hear a sword sound.

An ancient bronze sword instantly cut through the night and fell into his palm.

With the long sword in hand, he became even more invincible.

Su Changge, who was behind him, frowned.

What is this?

What is his identity?

The Son of God in the Holy Land of Guiyuan is in a very bad situation in the eyes of others.

But as long as he uses the trump card given by his ancestor, won't he just make a comeback?

Just when Su Changge wanted to use a trump card directly.

The Nine Burial Sword Box inspired a spiritual thought that fell into Su Changge's sea of ​​consciousness.

Only a man's voice with a slight smile sounded in his heart.

"They're just a bunch of miscellaneous fish, why use their trump cards."
Chapter completed!