The ancient sword pierced the old man's skull and pierced directly through the past, which should have been a fatal blow, and it was this blow that made the old man die.

The ancient sword was rusty, and I don't know how many years it had existed, just like this old man.

The gray-haired old man's arms naturally drooped, and they were pitch-black nails more than half a foot long, which made people's scalp numb and pores burst all over his body.

It's like the zombies in the film and television drama are coming out of the TV alive.

The clothes on his body are ancient and shabby, Tang Xuanming has been in this world for a long time, and he can see at a glance that this costume is extremely ancient, it is a style from ancient times, and it is very different from the current style.

Lao Tzu didn't breathe, there was no heartbeat, and Tang Xuanming couldn't feel the slightest bit of life qi in him.

This weird and terrifying old man stared at Tang Xuanming with a pair of hollow, black hole-like eyes, which made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

Even if he had known the origin of this old man for a long time, Tang Xuanming still couldn't help muttering in his heart.

"It's like a thousand-year-old zombie! It's unbelievable that Tianjiao of the Mending Heaven Sect has actually fallen into this fate. ”

After the initial regularity and panic in his heart disappeared, Tang Xuanming's heart suddenly became excited.

He stared at the rusty ancient sword on the old man's skull, and even wanted to pull it off.

The Lord of the Mending Heaven Pavilion is also the worst and is also a Venerable-level figure, even more terrifying, and the sword that can penetrate the head of the ancestor of the Mending Heaven Pavilion is of course also a first-class divine weapon in the world.

Don't look at the rust now, it's not eye-catching to lose it in tatters, once it really blooms, it is absolutely shocking.

Tang Xuanming couldn't help but rub his fingers, and he had the urge to jump on Lao Tzu's head and draw his sword.

It's not the first time he's done this kind of thing, in the Divine Tomb World, he slapped the flying sword on the top of the big devil's head into it, and even knocked the big devil out of his brain.

Ignoring the old man's hideous and terrifying appearance, everything seems extraordinarily peaceful and natural.

Staring at the old man's empty gaze for a long time, Tang Xuanming sighed silently in his heart.

"The sacrificial spirit is also here, you can't abuse the first ancestor of the Mending Heaven Pavilion in front of him, well, if I'm not mistaken, the old man will follow me next, there is still a chance to draw the sword, and I still have to maintain my image in front of the sacrificial spirit." ”

As soon as Tang Xuanming had this thought in his heart, the terrifying old man in front of him disappeared silently, without even a trace of afterimage.

And Tang Xuanming felt a chill down his spine, and instinctively turned around, the old man with gray hair and black nails more than half a foot long stuck to his back silently, and Tang Xuanming, who turned back, almost put his face together.

Tang Xuanming had already taken two steps back, and his heart was beating wildly.

After taking two deep breaths, he quickly calmed down.

"I've come out of the dead man's bump in the tomb of the gods, and I'm afraid that you're a bad old man. ”

Tang Xuanming tried hard to divert his attention, facing such an old man who had no vitality and vitality, who had been dead for thousands of years, but still had incredible speed and strength, he had nothing to do at this time.

He tried to ignore it all and looked into the backyard of the small courtyard.

The power of the endless stars and the essence of the earth flowed to that side, where there seemed to be a black hole, engulfing all the essences and spirits.

Any strong person will instinctively look there.

"Meet the Priests!"

Tang Xuanming bowed, this is respect for the strong.

No matter how powerful he used to be, he may not even be inferior to the priest spirit now, but now he is a weak one, and he must recognize his identity.

This is the basis for surviving in the heavens and worlds.

But Tang Xuanming didn't get a response, and he approached the small courtyard lightly.

I was a little surprised by the sight there.

Endless rain of light is sprinkled, and it is the purest essence.

The sky was shining with a silvery glow, like a waterfall hanging down from the nine heavens.

That kind of furious essence could burst Tang Xuanming's body in an instant, and that fury was like an ocean and all of it was submerged into a vine.

It's a magical scene.

The vines weren't thick, they weren't verdant, they weren't even shining.

On the contrary, it is a little yellowish like the vines that do not know how many years they have lived, and they look sickly wilted, like frosted eggplants, listless.

The leaves on it are not much, sparse and sparse.

The vines were no more than five or six meters long, lying on the rocks.

If it weren't for the endless essence submerged into its black hole-like body, Tang Xuanming would not believe that this was a sacrificial spirit that had lived for a long time.

It can even be said that he is a god-level powerhouse.

"Hey, there's a little bit of green!"

Under the cover of withered yellow branches and leaves, there was a verdant gourd growing on it, which may be the only bit of green and vitality on this withered yellow vine.

The existence of the green-skinned gourd allowed Tang Xuanming to confirm that this vine was not really dead, it was still alive, and it was stubbornly living in this world.

The gourd is very magical, but it is the size of a palm, but it flows with wisps of chaotic qi, and if you look closely, it seems to contain a world, with the mystery of opening up heaven and earth.

"Huh!"

Tang Xuanming, who had opened up the inner world in the Divine Tomb World and had a unique understanding of the world and heaven and earth, couldn't help but widen his eyes, and his pupils faintly glowed golden.

He couldn't help but be attracted by that gourd, as a person who had been and had been in charge of a small world, he had an extraordinary understanding of the rules of the gourd.

Tang Xuanming naturally sat cross-legged not far from the vines, staring at the gourd with a pair of eyes.

His eyes have scenes of the world opening up and the universe shattering.

His breath pulsated close to nothing, even close to the green-skinned gourd.

In the bright golden pupils, hundreds of millions of runes were born and destroyed.

This is not something that a living being in the realm of the Cave Heaven can comprehend, because it contains a god-level vitality, and it is an alternative rebirth of the sacrificial spirit.

Unless you are a god-level person of the same level, you can understand the corresponding rules.

But Tang Xuanming, as a reincarnated power-like existence, his insight and breadth of knowledge are not inferior to those of real gods, and even surpass.

His breathing became lower and lower, and his whole person seemed to have become a plant, and there was no trace of vitality and vitality in his body.

When I looked at him, I seemed to see a vine, and I seemed to see a green-skinned gourd.

Whew!

The breeze blew, and the withered yellow vines shook with the wind, and Tang Xuanming's posture and movements were the same as those vines, shaking in the air like light vines.

Between breaths, a wisp of chaotic qi that was still surrounding the green skin gourd was taken by Tang Xuanming and floated around him.