Deeply imprinted in my heart

The soul of the real old ancestor of Tian Yin had been scattered just like that. It was a pity that he had still been thinking about taking revenge on Ling Chuxi. Now, he had completely disappeared.

Cangye Ming inspected his body. Even though this body could not compare to his true underworld God Body, it was still better than being dead.

"He, how could it be him?" Ming cangye's laughter suddenly stopped. In his mind, the memories belonging to the great Grandmaster of heavenly Yin gradually overlapped with his own. A handsome figure appeared. It was Ling Chuxi, who was dressed in men's clothing.

The scene of his final battle with the grey abyss sword appeared before his eyes once again. It was precisely because of Ming yewu's unexpected appearance and Ling Chuxi's grey abyss sword technique that the four of them had used all their strength to strike down the mountains and split the earth, razing the valley to the ground and causing him to be seriously injured.