The demon roared earth-shattering, and the injuries inflicted on him by my broken sword were insignificant and not worth mentioning.

However, he was indeed wounded by the ants in his eyes, and it was a naked humiliation.

Angry demons, blood gushing out doubly. His eyes were red.

He had been humiliated and deceived, and the most unbearable thing for him was that I, an ant, had actually attacked him in front of his might.

The demon took a step towards me, a perfect and terrifying body, with this step. Blood spilled like a waterfall.

He waved his arm and pulled out the half-truncated sword stuck in his chest, while raising his own half-truncated sword alalof.

And then. He crossed the two broken swords together, and his arms wielded divine power.

I saw the burning flames and molten metal surging from his arms, and the two broken swords melted together under the flames.

The black and white runes belonging to the Sword of Thousands of Prophecies shattered one after another, and were all devoured by the Void Runes.

In the end, the Sword of Thousands of Prophecies turned into a crimson stream of heat, which was absorbed by the Void Lord's half-truncated sword, completely submerging it.

The change has not stopped, because he still holds the broken sword in his hand.

The Void Lord was so focused on the task at hand that he forgot about me, the ant who stabbed him. His expression was full of surprise, but more joy, and he poured his melted metal into the body of the sword over and over again, and sighed as he practiced.

"The perfect chance, the supreme masterpiece, this is exactly what I've been looking for."

"My sword, once broken in a battle with Nanhua's father, the Lord of Mixed Yuan Taiji, is no longer perfect. It's you. It gave me the opportunity to recast. “

The Void Lord is the Lord of Infinite Bounds, so the only one who is qualified to be his enemy is the Lord of Taiji.

It's just that I didn't expect that it wasn't Nanhua, but Nanhua's real father.

Later, I learned that the Lord of Tai Chi had completely fallen, and before he died, he threw the little inspiration he had left into the Yin and Yang Vortex of Tai Chi and teleported to the extraterritorial void.

I don't know how many years of famine it took for this inspiration to reappear and evolve into Tai Chi.

Only a power like the Lord of Mixed Yuan Taiji is worthy of being the enemy of this perfect demon, and what am I doing in front of him.

Don't talk about the extraterrestrial universe, I don't even know enough about our universe.

The Void Lord devours everything and destroys all existence, what is Mixed Yuan Taiji, is it the Lord of Creation?

How did they destroy and create the world, and who created them?

Who will evolve the void outside the universe, and who will create the countless universes?

I can't move, I can't speak. I can only watch as the Void Lord refines my life's work.

The sword of thousands of prophecies is not only the hard work of my life, but also the hope of our world, the primeval three realms, the three realms of the world, and even the hope of the eternal universe.

Now, hope is easily crushed, and I, as the current controller of the Heavenly Dao and the spokesperson of all living beings, can only watch all this happen powerlessly, waiting for my own death.

A bleak state of mind, a dark abyss.

The elegy of death is sung. Because it's empty.

Finally, the Void Lord completed his masterpiece, and the broken sword was reforged, flowing with a dazzling and intoxicating divine light. The divine light permeated with black light.

The black light belongs to death and destruction, and the divine light belongs to miracles and gods.

There is no doubt that this is a great weapon, too perfect to exist in the world.

There are no words to describe the perfection and wickedness of this sword, yet it is firmly held in the hands of demons.

I heard whispers in the darkness coming from the void portal behind the demon. I don't know how many hellbeasts praise the sword on the other side of the door.

I heard the echoes of time and space again, coming from my already deserted entrance, which was now only an inch long. My hallway once represented the world of the future, but now it can only be used as the tomb of the Maharaja of Time and Space, and he still sleeps. I can only sigh in my dreams.

"Demon Dao Patriarch, in order to thank you for your sword-forging work, I will give you the most luscious reward." The Void Lord said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Death, for the people of your world, there is nothing more luscious and worth savoring than death."

"So before I die, can I ask you a question."

"As you wish."

"Does this sword have a name?"

My question, again, managed to stall for time.

Although I don't know if it makes sense for me to procrastinate for time.

The Void Lord was lost in thought, the wound in his chest getting worse, but he didn't seem to care.

"Once it had a name, I named it the Terminator, the Blade of the Void. But now. It has a new change, and it is even more powerful than before, and I believe that if the Lord of Mixed Yuan Taiji is resurrected. I also have the confidence to cut through his Taiji diagram with one sword, and I need to think of a new name for it. “

"The Holy Sword is nameless, what are you going to call it?" I asked.

"All things are empty. Destroy the dawn, cut off hope, and immerse the world in a dark void forever. This sword should be named after me, I call him the Sword of the Infinite Void. The Void Lord said proudly.

"Congratulations." I said lightly.

"Tongxi, congratulations on becoming the first revenant under my sword."

The demon's injuries were getting worse and worse, and as he said this, he himself realized the problem.

The sword has been perfected, as long as he kills me again, even if he retreats into the void now, the world will inevitably be destroyed by the hellbeast behind him.

The demon grabbed the Void Sword with one hand and stabbed forward with a fluttering stab.

The sharp blade of the sword, like piercing a piece of waste paper, easily pierced through my chest and stabbed out of my back.

It was pitch black in front of me, and I didn't ask him what I was......

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