Chen Jiu held up the image of Emperor Tiandi's sword and gradually returned to the octopus altar. At this time, he successfully won the recognition of the sword.

"Good!" Chen Jiu satisfactorily folded up the sword, and immediately came to the front of the bony sword of the dead. It was bloody and gloomy, but those who were not strong-minded, I am afraid, had not approached and went into the devil!

Without hesitation, Chen Jiu held out his big hand to hold the bone sword. When he touched it, he felt his hair stand upside down.

Very vigilant, but nothing dangerous happened. When he looked up again, all the images...