The ancestor Linghu suddenly appeared in another space, and was no longer in front of him the magnificent battlefield where he fought against Lin Yang, but in an unknown mountain that he had long forgotten when he was young.

A gorgeous tiger was staring at the ancestor Linghu with a pair of murderous gazes, and a deep sense of fear that had long been forgotten by him emerged in his heart.

Aww.

When the tiger pounced, Linghu actually forgot that he was the Venerable Sword who cut the sky and split the earth. He was deeply trapped in the horror of his childhood. He closed his eyes and raised his hand, unable to resist and prepared to die.

Next moment...

Linghu actually came to the battlefield of a battle with the Demon Sect in his youth again. The terrifying memories of killing made him tremble again and almost fell into a coma.

Once again...

again……

Linghu didn't know that time had passed too long. Under the guidance of a terrifying magic power of the soul, he was constantly experiencing the fear scenes in his life. Not to mention the sword heart fighting spirit, he was afraid that the soul would be in this battle. Without seclusion for three or five months, he would not be able to recover from the residual thoughts of the inner demons...

ah!!

Linghu finally screamed in fear.

…………

Today, Ximen is going to be a good baby who goes to bed early, so good night everyone!
Chapter completed!