C3837 (1/2)

A month is coming.

On this day, many people gathered in the tiger king's territory, most of whom were descendants of primitive ethnic groups. They came here at an appointment, hoping to leave the broken space.

On the open land, Fang Chen exudes a terrible breath all over his body. His eyes swept through the crowd. The warriors who were watched by him lowered their heads and did not dare to look at them.

”Almost.” Bai Qingxuan said.

Fang Chen nodded his head and said goodbye to the wolf. Then he stepped out and entered the sword burial day. The wolf's face showed a reluctant look and said, ”be careful.”

”Don't worry.” Bai Qingxuan slapped the wolf on the shoulder and said with a smile. Then he followed Fang Chen and entered the sword burial day.

The descendants of the primitive ethnic group also filed in. As for other people, they all came to see the fun. The wolf widened his eyes and said, ”no one has to wait. Leave quickly, or I won't be polite.”

As the voice dropped, many warriors left the tiger Kingdom quickly.

The core of the broken space is to bury the sword heaven. In those years, the blood Zhu emperor fell here, and the sword burial day gradually formed, which gave birth to countless sword demons. Fang Chen knew from the moment he got the Zhutian sword. If he wants to leave the broken space, he must walk from the sky of sword burial.

For him now, with the sword of killing heaven, the broken space can't cause any hindrance to him.

After entering the sword burial day, he came to yichongtian at a speed invisible to the naked eye. The descendants of the primitive ethnic group came here for the first time, filled with shock.

”Is this the first heaven of sword burial in legend?” Someone exclaimed.

”My God, the atmosphere of Kendo here is so strong. Even if it is not sword cultivation, if you practice here for a long time, you can understand a kendo.”

”It's a holy land of practice.”

All the people exclaimed, but Fang Chen ignored them and took out the sword of killing heaven. Suddenly, the whole sky trembled slightly, and then a black altar broke out of the ground.

Fang Chen jumped to the black altar, and then he put the sword into the center of the black altar. At this time, the whole black altar was shaking wildly and filled the sky with countless black breath.

Just for a moment, people feel that the seal blocking the broken space seems to be breaking.

”Are you going out?” Lao Lin and others, extremely excited, have worked hard for so many years, and finally want to leave the broken space and return to the ethnic group.

They've even fantasized about what it's going to be like to go back to the tribe.

They stare at Fang Chen nervously, afraid to make a sound, for fear of disturbing him to open the channel to leave.

Hiss! Hiss!

Zhutian sword issued a loud and clear sound of sword. The terrible power swept the world. Fang Chen stood on the black altar and felt every inch of the broken space.

”No wonder.”

Fang Chen grinned, Zhutian sword is the core of opening the channel, and he controls Zhutian sword, which is basically the way to open the channel.

Whew!

His hands are bound with complicated marks. Soon on the hilt of Zhutian sword, there appears a void black hole. In this void black hole, a heart shaking power emerges. Zhutian sword connects the void black hole with the black altar.

Click!