Chapter 1772 Sword God

The figure revealed from the void was obviously a monk, wearing a robe of the magical object, without a single hair on his bald head, and a pair of monk's shoes, with wrinkles on his face, but his slightly narrowed eyes were shining with an invisible light.

The old monk smiled at the corner of his mouth, like a spring breeze, giving people an extremely harmonious aura. He stared at the void ahead and said, "Donor, I have appeared, why don't you come out and see me?"

"Master!" The Evil Ancestor was startled, his face turned pale in an instant, and with a thud, he knelt in the void, and his body trembled involuntarily.

The old monk glanced at him and showed a ruthless look. The evil ancestor immediately felt dizzy, and his soul seemed to be leaving three-dimensionally, but that feeling disappeared in an instant. Although the old monk was only targeting the evil ancestor, the Gu Zu and others were almost hit. The old monk's eyes almost made their souls scatter. The four of them were beating wildly and their faces were pale.

"I will solve the problem between you and me later." After saying that, the old monk turned his head and looked at the void: "Donor, haven't you shown up yet?"

"I'm waiting for you to deal with the evildoers!" The man's voice came from the void and said, "I didn't expect that he would harm you so much, but you didn't kill him."

The old monk Wudao chanted the Buddha's name and said, "In the world, there are causes and effects. I accept him as a disciple as a cause, and he harms me is the result. Similarly, he harms me is also the cause. I meet him again, and it is the same result. The cycle of cause and effect should be like this."

"Haha! Old bald donkey, I found that you are really suitable for their group, because they are all so shameless and hateful. They are compassionate on the surface, but in fact, they are extremely sinful and full of evil!"

In the void ahead, a figure appeared. The man was hunched and old, as if a gust of wind would blow down. His disguised hair blocked his face, making it impossible to see his appearance.

Seeing him, the old monk Wudao frowned and said, "Donor, who are you? Why can't I sense any breath from you?"

The others were also shocked, because although the person was standing there, his spiritual sense could not sense it. In everyone's sense, there was nothingness, but the naked eye could clearly see him.

"Hmph" The man raised his hunched body slightly, and a strand of hair slipped off, revealing a mark on his forehead.

It was a sword-shaped mark, all in golden, and the straight sword tip was only exposed, which gave the illusion that the entire space was full of sword light!

"That's...you are..." The old monk Wudao suddenly became uneasy and said in a panic look: "Sword God? Are you the Sword God?"

"Yes, it's hard for you, I still remember me!" The hunched body slowly straightened up, and the loose hair also dissipated to both sides, gradually revealing the person's appearance.

But after seeing the man's appearance, everyone took a breath. There were countless scars on the face, as if they wanted to chop this face into meat paste. There was no clue at all about the original face of this face!

What’s even more shocking is that this person has no nose, no mouth, no eyes, nothing. If there were no countless scars, this would be a completely blank face!

Soon, everyone thought of the rumored "Fakeless Clan". According to rumors, the Fakeless Clan was born without faces, and its entire face was blank, with flaws that were very different from normal humans.

But God gave them another talent, which is the ability to create space. Every member of the Forefaless Clan is an expert in creating space. They do not need much cultivation to create a small space alone.

In history, countless powerful people in the Wuxiang Clan have appeared, and some even control the power of time and become gods who control time and space.

Unfortunately, he suffered a huge change, the sky collapsed and the earth was destroyed, and the god of the Wuxiang Clan who controlled the laws of time and space disappeared. Soon, there were rumors that he died tragically in a desperate situation, and his soul was broken.

It was from then on that, the Wuxiang Clan began to suffer a catastrophe and almost destroyed the clan. Fortunately, the ancestors of the Wuxiang Clan had foresight and left a small world for the Wuxiang Clan, allowing their bloodline to continue.

Later, Qin Nan accidentally broke into the small world of the Wuxiang Clan and brought them out. The Wuxiang World left by the ancestors of the Wuxiang Clan to the people of the Wuxiang Clan, fell into Qin Nan's hands, which is the current life god realm!

Although Qin Nan's body was imprisoned by his natal bead, his spiritual sense could still peek at it. When he saw the face of the sword god, he couldn't tell whether he was happy or worried.

Happy that he had a good relationship with the Wuxiang Clan.

What is worried is that although the Wuxiang World fell into his hands, it was the final place left to the tribe's people by the ancestors of the Wuxiang Clan. If the Sword God learned that the Wuxiang World was sacrificed and refined into the life god world by him, I wonder if he would forcefully snatch it away!

However, he is now imprisoned by his natal bead and the light ball, and is also protected by two divine objects. Others seem to have not noticed his existence and are still in a tense confrontation.

The sword god's body was hunched, as if the old man was drooping in the evening, and he could fall to the ground at any time, but the sword-shaped mark on his forehead revealed endless sharpness, as if he was about to split the world.

"You are actually alive again?" Monk Wudao seemed shocked and frightened, and said in a lost voice: "I watched your soul be dispersed with my own eyes. How could you be resurrected again?"

"Haha!" The sword god's laughter was filled with coldness and hatred: "Yes, my soul was indeed broken, but you forgot, what happened after the soul-destroying spirit?"

Upon hearing this, the old monk was surprised again: "You mean... the world reopened?"

"Not bad!" The sword god said coldly: "The heaven and earth are reopened. In order to ensure that the vitality between heaven and earth is abundant, all the broken souls have returned to the world. Unfortunately, my spiritual consciousness has not disappeared. After wandering for countless years, someone has condensed my soul again, allowing me to be resurrected!"

Monk Wudao immediately cursed: "Damn it, if I had known this, I should have sealed your soul!"

"Haha!" The Sword God sneered: "I regret it now? It's too late! Today is your death date!"

"Slow down!"

The sword god looked up and said, "What? Do you want to ask for forgiveness or commit suicide?"

Monk Wudao shook his head and said, "I want to know, is there anyone else who is resurrected besides you?"

"Yes! And there are many!" The Sword God sneered: "Why, are you scared?"

Upon hearing this, the monk Wudao closed his eyes and shook his head and said, "You should know that it is not my willingness to go to this point, but now that things have come to this point, there is no room for recovery. I just don't want to see the consequences of your tragic death again. I... ask you again and give up resisting."

"Haha!" The sword god laughed and said, "Old bald donkey, don't you pretend to be merciful. Don't I know you..."
Chapter completed!