Hearing this, a trace of fear flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, "Isn't this sword in the hands of that person?"

The old man shook his head slightly, "I don't know, but the sword spirit of this sword has shown signs of awakening."

Speaking of this, the old man took a deep breath, then looked up to the sky, "Back then, Master Shitian seriously injured this sword at the expense of himself, so that all the tribes had to retreat, but now, the sword spirit of this sword has to

wake......"

Having said this, both the old man and the middle-aged man had undisguised worry in their eyes.

At this moment, a woman in a white dress suddenly walked slowly from a distance.

The woman looks a little weak.

The middle-aged man and the old man looked at the woman in the white dress. Gradually, the middle-aged man frowned, "Who is your Excellency?"

The woman in the white dress moved her jade hand slightly, and in an instant, a star suddenly appeared under the three people's feet!

Stars!

At this moment, the three of them seemed to be in the starry sky.

Under the feet of the three people, it was like a huge chessboard of stars. And those stars were chess pieces.

The middle-aged man said in a trembling voice: "Use the sky as the chessboard, the stars as the pieces, and fight across the stars... You are the strategist!"

The woman in the white dress slowly closed her eyes, "There have been countless reincarnations, and this time is finally the last one. Human race, witch race, demon race, demon race, heavenly race... it's time to repay the blood debt!

"

...

Among the clouds, Yang Ye moved swiftly with his sword.

Death realm!

His purpose this time is to go to the realm of death.

"Boy, don't hold grudges against the Wu clan!" At this moment, Hou Qing's voice suddenly sounded in Yang Ye's mind.

"Do you have a grudge against the Witch Clan?"

Yang Ye shook his head, "Senior is joking. Even if I hate you, I can't do anything to the Witch Clan!"

Hou Qing said: "Actually, if it were me, I would do the same as them. This sword can fall into the hands of any other tribe, but it must not be in the hands of the human race."

Yang Ye smiled bitterly, "This sword is really a big trouble!"

"But it is also a great opportunity!" Hou Qing said: "Boy, this sword is not a mortal thing, it will definitely be of great help to you in the future!"

"I hope so!" Yang Ye said with a bitter smile.

Although this sword helped him a lot, it also caused him a lot of trouble. As soon as he came to the universe, he was already the target of various races... He had a bit of

Conquer yourself for your ability to attract hatred.

After running the sword for almost a day, Yang Ye suddenly stopped.

In the void not far in front of him was a pitch-black black hole in space.

Passing through this black hole is the realm of death!

On the same spot, Yang Ye turned around and glanced around, "Human race, Celestial race, Demon race, Spirit race... Wait for me. When I come back from training, I will settle accounts with you one by one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ye's figure trembled and turned directly into a sword light and sank into the black hole.
Chapter completed!