The demon soldier, the kite bird, flew to the center of the sea of ​​demons, and then fell down with a bang.

Suddenly, under the suppression of the Taoist platform, the sea of ​​demons continued to sink and fell wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, all the demonic energy was suppressed.

Condensed among ten weird corpses that are easy to be ordinary, a wasteland appears in Lin Yun's vision.

"this……"

Lin Yun opened his mouth wide and was a little surprised and could not speak. The endless, terrifying and suffocating sea of ​​demons actually came from ten corpses.

Can you still have such terrifying destructive power after death? How terrifying should a corpse have during its lifetime?

Could it be that the glorious golden era was destroyed by these corpses of unknown origin?

Just as Lin Yun was surprised and inconsistent, the illusion of the purple ice cow that covered the entire platform suddenly condensed an old man, sitting cross-legged in the air.

"boom!"

The old man turned around suddenly, and his eyes evolved into countless stars, a vast and boundless phenomenon.

In the deepest part of the eyes, there was a sword light that was even more dazzling than the galaxy.

Lin Yun only glanced at him and felt that his soul was about to pierce the sword light.

Immediately, my face was horrified and I was so scared that I quickly retracted my gaze.

"My younger generation Lin Yun, I have seen Senior Zi Yuan. I don't know that Senior is still alive and I have no intention of disturbing you. Please forgive me."

At this moment, Lin Yun naturally guessed that the old man in front of him was Zi Yuan Sword Saint who was the one who was the one who was one sword in the world.

At the same time, I was shocked in my heart that Zi Yuan Sword Saint was still alive...

"I'm alive? I have forgotten that I have been dead for many years... What you see is just a trace of residual soul. Even if this residual soul is seen, it will disappear soon after seeing you."

Zi Yuan Jiansheng looked a lot and laughed softly, "You don't have to be afraid of me. I just wanted to look at your roots and bones and martial souls."

Lin Yun felt relieved, but his face changed immediately.

Looking at the root bone and talent, Senior Zi Yuan obviously wants to choose his successor, but can his root bone... be able to see the right method?

He immediately said helplessly: "My bone is probably less than one ten thousandth of that of my senior."

The remnant soul of Zi Yuan Sword Saint pondered: "The root bones are indeed not good, but in the end, the surprise is greater than the disappointment."

Surprise outweighs disappointment?
Chapter completed!