The ancient sword penetrated the old man's head and penetrated directly. This should be a fatal blow. It was this blow that killed the old man.
The ancient sword was stained with rust and had existed for who knows how many years, just like this old man.
The gray-haired old man's arms were naturally drooping, and they were filled with pitch-black nails that were more than half a foot long. The sight of them made one's scalp numb and the pores all over his body burst.
It's like the zombies in the movies and TV series came out of the TV alive.
The clothes he wore were old and shabby. Tang Xuanming had been in this world for a long time. At a glance, he could tell that the clothes were extremely old. They were from ancient times and were very different from the current style.
I had no breathing or heartbeat, and Tang Xuanming couldn't feel the slightest bit of life energy in him.
This weird and terrifying old man stared at Tang Xuanming with a pair of empty, black hole-like eyes, which made people feel chilled from the bottom of their hearts.
Even though he had known the origin of this old man for a long time, Tang Xuanming still couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
"It's like a thousand-year-old zombie! It's really unbelievable that the genius of the Butian Sect has ended up like this."
After the initial anxiety and panic in his heart disappeared, Tang Xuanming suddenly became excited.
He couldn't stop staring at the rusty ancient sword on the old man's head, and even wanted to pull it out.
The Master of Butian Pavilion is, worst of all, a venerable-level figure, even more terrifying, and the sword that can pierce the head of the Patriarch of Butian Pavilion is of course a first-rate divine weapon in the world.
Even though it's rusty now, it doesn't look bad if it's thrown into tatters. Once it truly shines, it will be absolutely stunning.
Tang Xuanming couldn't help but rub his fingers, feeling the urge to jump on my head and draw his sword.
This is not the first time he has done this. In the world of Tomb of Gods, he slapped the flying sword on the head of the big demon, and even knocked out the big demon's brains. For him, this kind of thing is familiar once and twice.
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Ignoring the old man's hideous and terrifying appearance, everything seemed extraordinarily peaceful and natural.
After staring at the old man's blank eyes for a long time, Tang Xuanming sighed silently in his heart.
"The sacrificial spirit is also here. We can't abuse the first generation founder of Butian Pavilion in front of him. Well, if I remember correctly, the old man will follow me next. There is still a chance to draw the sword. We still have to maintain it in front of the sacrificial spirit.
It’s a bit figurative.”
As soon as Tang Xuanming had this thought in his mind, the ghastly old man in front of him disappeared silently, without even a trace of his afterimage.
Tang Xuanming felt a chill running down his spine and turned around instinctively. The old man with gray hair and black nails more than half a foot long was silently sticking to his back, almost touching each other cheek to cheek with Tang Xuanming who turned around.
Tang Xuanming took two steps back, his heart beating wildly.
After taking two deep breaths, he quickly calmed down.
"I've walked out of a dead man's mess like the God's Tomb, and I'm still afraid of you, a bad old man."
Tang Xuanming tried hard to divert his attention. Faced with such an old man who had no vitality or vitality and had been dead for eternity, but still possessed incredible speed and strength, he had nothing to do at this time.
He tried his best to ignore all that and looked towards the backyard of this small courtyard.
The endless power of the stars and the essence of the earth flow to that place, and there seems to be a black hole there, swallowing up all the energy and spirit.
Any strong person will instinctively look there.
"Meet the sacrificial spirit!"
Tang Xuanming saluted, which was a sign of respect for the strong.
No matter how powerful he was once, and he might even be as good as the current sacrificial spirit, he is now a weak one and needs to know his identity clearly.
This is the basis for living in all heavens and worlds.
But Tang Xuanming didn't get a response, so he approached the small courtyard softly.
Taking in the sight there, I was slightly surprised.
The endless rain of light falls, which is the purest essence.
A silvery glow hung down from the sky, like a waterfall hanging from the sky.
That kind of violent energy could explode Tang Xuanming's body in an instant, and the violent energy was like an ocean, and everything was swallowed up by a vine.
This is a very magical scene.
The vines are not thick, nor green, nor even bright.
On the contrary, the vines that have lived for an unknown number of years are somewhat yellowed and look sickly and wilted, like eggplants that have been beaten by frost and look listless.
There are not many leaves on it, they are sparse.
The vines were no more than five or six meters long and were lying on the pile of rocks.
If it hadn't been for the endless energy that was submerged into its black hole-like body, Tang Xuanming would not have believed that this was a sacrificial spirit that had lived for a long time.
It can even be said that he is a powerful man at the level of a god.
"Hey, there's still a little green!"
Under the cover of withered branches and leaves, there is a green gourd growing on it. It may be the only bit of green and vitality on this withered vine.
The existence of the green-skinned gourd allowed Tang Xuanming to confirm that this vine had not really died, but was still alive and stubbornly surviving in this world.
The gourd is very magical. It is only about the size of a palm, but it is filled with strands of chaotic energy. If you look closely, it seems to contain a world and the mystery of the opening up of heaven and earth.
"Huh!"
Tang Xuanming, who once opened up the inner world in the world of God's Tomb and had a unique understanding of the world and heaven and earth, couldn't help but widen his eyes, his pupils faintly glowing with gold.
He was involuntarily attracted to that gourd. As someone who had once been in charge of a small world, he had an exceptional understanding of the rules of the gourd.
Tang Xuanming naturally sat cross-legged not far from the vines, staring at the gourd with his eyes.
In his eyes, there are scenes of the world opening up and the universe shattering.
His breathing pulse was close to nothing, even close to that green-skinned gourd.
In the dazzling golden pupils, billions of runes appeared and died.
This is not something that a creature in the cave-heaven realm can understand, because it contains a god-level vitality and is an alternative rebirth of sacrificial spirits.
Only people of the same level as gods can understand the corresponding rules inside.
However, as a reincarnated powerful being, Tang Xuanming's knowledge and breadth of knowledge were not inferior to those of real gods, and even exceeded them.
His breathing became lower and lower, and his whole person seemed to have become a plant, with no trace of vitality or vitality in his body.
When I stared at him, I seemed to see a vine and a green gourd.
Whoosh!
The breeze blew by, and the withered yellow vines swayed with the wind. Tang Xuanming's posture and movements were the same as those of the vines, trembling in the air like light vines.
As he breathed, a wisp of chaotic energy that was still surrounding the green-skinned gourd was guided by Tang Xuanming and floated around him.