Chapter 3608 Sword Ancestor

Your Honor!

At this moment, seeing the countless corpses in the abyss of Burial Sword, the scalps of several great venerables were numb and their souls trembled.

These are all venerable masters, and the weakest are human venerables. Even, there are some corpses among them, which make Venerable Star Extinguisher feel terrified, and their souls will explode.

This made them horrified, horrified, and cold in their hands and feet.

These people have been dead for many years, but they still exude an aura that shocks them. How strong would they be in their lifetime?

It will never be an ordinary human respect, at least a top person in human respect, or even stronger.

There are more than one corpse above the human esteem, but there are many corpses, all of which are already cold, even if the physical body is not bad, but now there is a rotten breath in the air.

One after another, they all exude a terrifying aura, like gods and demons, these top masters all died here!

The backs of several great venerables were cold, goosebumps all over their bodies, and their scalps were tight.

And between these venerable corpses and the coffin, there was an old man sitting cross-legged with a sharp sword in his hand. To their horror, they even felt a breath of life from this corpse.

This is impossible!

Several great venerables were shocked. They had previously sensed and calculated that there was absolutely no life breath on this corpse, but now, the breath of life was pervading, causing their hairs to stand on end, and their scalps were almost pierced. It exploded, and the body shook violently.

A kind of creepy, cold feeling rose from head to foot, and goosebumps rose.

how can that be?

Judging from the clothes and breath of the other party, they are at least the powerhouses of the ancient times, and they are countless times older than Zhuge Rulong and Qingxue Guhua who were present. How can such masters be maintained until now? Even if there is a soul preserved like the ancient Soul Demon Venerable, it is only a remnant soul, and it is impossible to reveal the breath of life.

At this moment, everyone felt that the terrifying power of devouring exudes from this old body, and it was the terrifying power of devouring that pulled them down, and, with his devouring and breathing, a Between Zhang Yixi, the black mist in this sword-burying abyss was ups and downs, and the endless black mist of sword intent rose and fell like the breathing of this corpse.

How could this be? It was just a corpse, and there was actually a breath coming out. Moreover, the aura on this person was too cold and cold, and the cold aura lingered on his body, setting him off like a demon, too cold, like a demon.

Looking carefully at the past, you can see that his skin is dark and there are signs of corrosion everywhere.

Several great venerables lost their way and could not keep their hearts at all, and they struggled hard.

However, under this throbbing force, none of them could move.

"Who are you?!" Several venerables asked in a low voice, because the aura on the other party was too strange, with a sharp sword intent, but a gloomy, rotten and rotten power pervaded, and this The power is extremely cold, and it is really like the power of a demon.

Could this old man be a master of the Demon Race?

All around, the corpses of countless venerables surround the old man, and the coffins are placed like a mausoleum altar, trapping the old man in the middle. Above the countless decaying corpses, sword energy lingers, forming a tragic scene.

"I'm just a loser on the road of cultivation, that's all." Accompanied by weakness and decay, the voice came from the old man's mouth: "Perhaps, you can call me Jianzu!"

The old man said, very old.

Sword ancestor?

Several great venerables were shocked, because they had heard of this name. The ancestor of the ancient Tongtian sword pavilion was called the ancestor of the sword. Those who could get such a title were the most powerful swordsmen in the ancient heaven. The true king of swords.

Could this person be the ancestor of the ancient Tongtian sword pavilion?

But this is too different. In the eyes of everyone, the real Sword Ancestor is the ruler of Tongtian Sword Pavilion, a real unparalleled figure, a heaven-defying powerhouse, or at least a supreme-level figure. How could it be like this?

The person in front of him is too old and rotten, his body is about to rot, his hair is sparse, his skin is crooked, his teeth are going to fall out, his whole body is black, like dead wood that has been soaked in stagnant water for hundreds of millions of years, tattered. Unbearable, looks so miserable.

But he actually claimed to be the swordsman.

At this moment, Qin Chen also landed at the bottom of the abyss, looking at him in horror, is this the sword ancestor of Tongtian Sword Pavilion? He couldn't believe it, what happened back then?

Suddenly, a violent soul fluctuation surged in the jade plate of Qiankun Good Fortune on his body.

"Master, is that you?!"

hum!

In Qin Chen's body, a sword light rose up and turned into the appearance of the eternal sword master. He looked at the old man excitedly, and said tremblingly.

The eternal sword master was horrified, his voice trembled, he looked in disbelief and couldn't believe his eyes.

If he had a physical body, he would definitely cry at this moment. The old man in front of him made him a little familiar, and the voice was a little kind, like a master, but how did the master look like this?

Venerable Mie Xing was taken aback and looked at the eternal sword master beside Qin Chen, a little scared, who is this? They could see that the Eternal Sword Master beside Qin Chen was just a remnant soul, and he actually called the Sword Master of Tongtian Sword Pavilion as the Master, which shocked them.

"Who are you? The eternal boy?"

A hollow voice sounded, with surprise.

"It's me, Master, how did you become like this? Where's Master?"

The eternal sword master said with trembling, his master was the pavilion master of the Tongtian sword pavilion, and the sword ancestor was his master, the spiritual symbol of the Tongtian sword pavilion. In his mind, it was an invincible existence, but why did it change? become like this?

A faint sigh came: "Everything, it's a long story, you're still alive, yes, you can count me as the successor of Tongtian Jiange, is this person your descendant?"

The old man's body was dead and motionless, but Qin Chen felt horrified, as if a pair of empty eyes were staring at him, causing him to feel cold and his soul to freeze.

What kind of feeling is this, and, on top of this power, there is a strong cold power, which is similar to the power of the demons, no, it should be the power of darkness?

hum!

In Qin Chen's body, the nameless sword script trembled, and the sword card also glowed, bang, two forces were pulled and flickered on Qin Chen's body, and the mysterious rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand also glowed.

hum!

The faint black light bloomed quietly, with a magical nature, as if it had recovered.

"This is……"

The old voice suddenly lost his voice and was shocked.