"The flowers bloom thousands of cups, I wish I could return..." "The boy is still there!"

After saying that, the old sword god threw away the unfinished wine, held the sword with one arm, and died in Xuanshan in battle.

When he died, the old sword god's eyes were clear and regretful.

Which old man was not a teenager before?

Which boy never had a dream?

It's a pity... well.

But no matter what.

Ning Zongtang was definitely the strongest existence in the Huangji Immortal Sect at that time.

Even the Third Ancestor cannot compete with him.

Now the Huangji Immortal Sect is still there.

It's like the sun.
Chapter completed!