Reflect the world

Chapter 462 Worshiping the Spirit (Second Change)

The ancient sword pierced through the head of the old man, directly through the past, this should be a fatal blow, it was this blow that killed the old man.

The ancient sword is full of rust, and it has existed for an unknown number of years, just like this old man.

The arms of the gray-haired old man drooped naturally, and there were pitch-black nails more than half a foot long, which made one's scalp tingle and the pores all over his body burst.

It seems that the zombies in the film and television dramas came out of the TV alive.

The clothes on his body were old and shabby. Tang Xuanming had been in this world for a long time, and he could tell at a glance that the clothes were extremely old. It was a style from the ancient times, and it was quite different from the current style.

Lao Tzu didn't breathe, didn't have a heartbeat, Tang Xuanming couldn't feel the slightest vitality in him.

This weird and frightening old man stared at Tang Xuanming with a pair of empty eyes like black holes, which made people feel chills from the bottom of their hearts.

Even though he knew the origin of this old man long ago, Tang Xuanming still couldn't help muttering in his heart.

"It's like a thousand-year-old zombie! It's unbelievable that the Tianjiao of Butian Sect has ended up like this."

After the initial anxiety and panic in his heart disappeared, Tang Xuanming suddenly became excited.

He stared at the rusty ancient sword on the old man's head, and even wanted to pull it out.

The master of Butian Pavilion is, at worst, a figure of venerable level, even more terrifying, and the sword that can penetrate the head of the ancestor of Butian Pavilion is of course the first-class magic weapon in the world.

Don't look at the rusty spots now, throwing it in the tatters is not too eye-catching, once it really shines, it will definitely be shocking.

Tang Xuanming couldn't help rubbing his fingers, feeling the urge to jump on Lao Tzu's head and draw his sword.

It's not the first time he has done this kind of thing. In the Tomb of God World, he slapped the flying sword on the top of the big devil's head, and even knocked out the big devil's brains. For him, this kind of thing is familiar once and twice .

Ignoring the ferocious and terrifying appearance of the old man, everything seemed extraordinarily peaceful and natural.

After staring at the old man's empty eyes for a long time, Tang Xuanming sighed silently in his heart.

"Ji Ling is here too. You can't abuse the first Patriarch of Butian Pavilion in front of him. Well, if I remember correctly, the old man will follow me from now on. There are still opportunities to draw the sword. In front of Ji Ling, you still have to maintain Take a look at the image."

As soon as Tang Xuanming had this thought in his mind, the eerie old man in front of him disappeared without a sound, without even a trace of afterimage.

And Tang Xuanming felt a chill down his back, and turned his head instinctively. The old man with gray hair and black nails more than half a foot long was silently sticking to his back, and Tang Xuanming who had turned his head almost came face to face.

Tang Xuanming had already taken two steps back, his heart beating wildly.

After taking two deep breaths, he calmed down quickly.

"I've come out of all the dead people in the tomb of the gods, and I'm afraid of you being a bad old man."

Tang Xuanming tried his best to divert his attention. Facing such an old man who was dead for ages but still possessed incredible speed and strength, he had nothing to do at this moment.

He tried his best to ignore everything and looked towards the backyard of this small courtyard.

The endless power of the stars and the essence of the earth flowed to that side, where there seemed to be a black hole, swallowing all the energy and spirit.

Any strong person will instinctively look there.

"Meet the sacrificial spirit!"

Tang Xuanming made a salute, which is a respect for the strong.

No matter how powerful he used to be, he may not even be inferior to the current Ji Ling, but now he is a weak member, and he must recognize his identity.

This is the basis for living in the heavens and worlds.

But Tang Xuanming didn't get a response, he approached the small courtyard lightly.

Taking the scene there into his eyes, he was a little surprised.

The endless rain of light is the purest essence.

Silver light hangs down from the sky, like a waterfall hanging down from the nine heavens.

That kind of berserk spirit can burst Tang Xuanming's body in an instant, and the berserk energy is like an ocean, and all of it is absorbed into a single 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 a little yellow and look sick and wilted, like frost-beaten eggplants, listless.

There are not many leaves on it, and they are sparse.

The vines are no more than five or six meters long, lying on the pile of rocks.

Tang Xuanming would not have believed that this is a sacrificial spirit plant that has lived for a long time, if not for the endless energy submerged into its black hole-like body.

It can even be said to be a god-level powerhouse.

"Hey, there's still a little green!"

Under the cover of withered yellow branches and leaves, there is a green gourd growing on it, which may be the only bit of green and vitality on this withered yellow vine.

The existence of the green-skinned gourd allowed Tang Xuanming to confirm that this vine hadn't really died, but was still alive, stubbornly living in this world.

The gourd is very miraculous, but it is only the size of a palm, but it has strands of chaotic energy flowing. If you look carefully, it seems to contain a world, with the mystery of opening up the world.

"what!"

Tang Xuanming, who once opened up the inner world in the God Tomb World and has a unique understanding of the world and the world, couldn't help but widen his eyes, and his pupils faintly glowed golden.

He was involuntarily attracted to that gourd. As a person who once ruled 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.

His eyes have worlds opening up, scenes of universes shattering.

His breathing pulse was close to none, even approaching that green leather gourd.

In the bright golden pupils, hundreds of millions of runes were born and died.

This is not something a creature in the cave realm can comprehend, because it contains a god-level vitality, which is an alternative rebirth of the spirit of worship.

Unless it is a god-level figure of the same level, it can understand the corresponding rules inside.

But Tang Xuanming, as a reincarnated power, his insight and breadth of knowledge are not inferior to the real gods, or even surpassed.

His breathing became lower and lower, and his whole body seemed to be a plant, without any vitality and vitality.

When I stare at him, I seem to see a vine, and I seem to see a green leather gourd.

Whoosh!

As the breeze blew, the withered and yellow vines trembled with the wind, and Tang Xuanming's posture and movements were the same as that vine, trembling in the air like a light and fluttering vine.

During the breath, a ray of chaotic energy still lingering around the green-skinned gourd was attracted by Tang Xuanming and floated around him.

(End of this chapter)