The body of the Lord of the Ancients fell from the realm of the undead.

Together with the temple he built, his disciples.

All fell.

Falling together from the Undead.

"Jiejiejiejie...".

The gloomy voice resounded throughout the world.

The creatures in the black mist looked with cold eyes at the body of the Lord of Prehistoric times falling into the boundless starry sky.

When the creatures in the black mist were about to leave.

suddenly.

The low, ancient, vicissitudes of voice resounded throughout the world.

"Forge my war sword! Cut off all the alien souls! Burn my war blood and kill all my immortal bodies!"

As the voice fell.

suddenly.

A stone sword traveled back from the past world and headed towards the creature in the black mist to kill.

"Stone, stone sword...".

After seeing the stone sword, Lin Feng's face was full of shock.

That stone sword.

It is exactly the same as the stone sword placed in the third level of the Chonglou Demon Palace.

It is said that there are thirty-six such stone swords in total.

No one knows the origin of the thirty-six stone swords.

And these thirty-six stone swords are buried in the past, present, and future.

Now this one comes from the past world and kills the creatures in the black mist.

"How could it be? Impossible. Wasn't the stone sword already destroyed in the past?".

The creatures in the black mist screamed in terror.

The black mist fled into the distance.

Shi Jian's speed is too fast.

He chased after him like a bolt of lightning.

puff!

A tearing sound was heard.

The creatures in the black mist were killed by the stone sword.

And that stone sword.
Chapter completed!