The sword spirit

The black mist brought a bone-piercing chill, which was different from the chill of Li Tian's withered plum sword technique. The chill of the black mist was a gloomy chill.

The deity Race! When Li Tian heard these three words, a huge fire of anger burned in his chest. It was the Father that they had imprisoned! Li Tian gritted his teeth in hatred. This wisp of remnant soul was actually the elder brother of the deity clan's patriarch!

"I had planned to stop here. This wisp of soul can only appear for a day. You can break the sword formation as you wish. I don't care about that little sword intent. At most, it will only disturb me until I kill you." The remnant soul paused for a moment.

Then, he laughed coldly and continued,""I didn't expect you to have the heart of Pangu! Hahaha, help me seize your Pangu's heart, and I'll definitely be able to reconstruct my body, recover my strength, and regain my position!"