Since Mu Chenyi appeared on the top of Changbai Mountain today, no one has ever seen his sword.

As a white-clothed sword saint who became famous five hundred years ago, would Mu Chenyi not have a sword with her?

This is certainly impossible.

So the question becomes, where did he hide his sword?

Now the answer is revealed.

Mu Chenyi hid the sword in his back.

Therefore, even when he saw Xia Sheng, he never bent down.

It’s really not that I don’t want it, but that I can’t.

He has raised his sword with his body for five hundred years and has truly melted the sword into his flesh and blood. So, how much pain will he suffer when he decides to separate the sword from his body?

The more intense this pain, how terrible his sword is.

After all, he could never swing the same sword again.

Therefore, this sword easily penetrated Jindi's seemingly indestructible palms, so the sword pierced into Jindi's chest without any effort, and a drop of golden blood beads fell from the edge of the sword.

A trace of confusion flashed in Emperor Jin's eyes. He lowered his head and looked at the tip of the sword hidden in his body, and suddenly felt a little heartbroken.

That was a real heartache, because his heart had been cut in half by the sword.

But Emperor Jin is still alive and can even speak.

"What kind of sword is this?"

Mu Chenyi bent over, and the cold wind brushed his white hair hard behind him, looking like he had suddenly become decades older.

Faced with Emperor Jin's confusion, Mu Chenyi smiled softly: "I haven't named a name yet."

Emperor Jin shook his head in disappointment, then as if he suddenly thought of something, a trace of extremely hot light burst out in his eyes, and he said, "Why call it the Kingkilling Sword?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Chenyi was a little dazed in his expression. He looked at Emperor Jin's eyes, as if he was looking at Emperor Taizu and Zhao Ying five hundred years ago, and then he nodded with relief.

“That’s good.”

As he finished speaking, a smile of relief appeared on the corner of Emperor Jin's mouth. Then he raised his head and looked at Xia Sheng who was about to land on the ground, Qin Xiaohua who was about to die not far away, and the two human holy stairs who were severely injured by Mu Chenyi. Finally, he reluctantly turned his eyes to the sky outside Changbai Mountain.

To the south is a vast ocean, a place that mankind has never conquered before.

To the north, it is a barren land, which is the place where humans want to conquer the most.

But unfortunately, he couldn't go.

After enduring for a hundred years, planning for a hundred years, Emperor Jin thought that he had finally waited for the excellent opportunity for the human race to revive, but finally fell into the vastest darkness before dawn.

There was a sword from five hundred years ago that cut off his ambition and his last chance.

I'm really unwilling to accept it.

I guess my father was the same as me before his death?

Emperor Jin suddenly laughed at himself, and after all, he did not leave a single word, so he closed his eyes.

On the 16th day of the first lunar month, the ceremony of worshiping heaven was held. The longest-lived emperor in Dajin's history died on the top of Changbai Mountain and was posthumously named Emperor Ren.

Emperor Jin died like this.

Emperor Jin finally died.

Even Mu Chenyi felt a little sigh at this moment, but he did not immerse himself in such an emotion for too long. He quietly pulled his hand back to the sword and threw the snow-colored sword behind him without looking back.

Accompanied by a tragic howl, Bai Ze's left wing was slashed to the ground by the long sword, blood splattered everywhere, golden glow on the horns of his head flashed rapidly, and endless fear flashed in his eyes.

However, Mu Chenyi did not kill the beast on the spot, but waved his hand gently: "Let's go, don't come back."

Upon hearing this, Bai Zeru received a general amnesty, and his single wing was shocked. He quickly turned into a snow-colored white dot, disappeared into the horizon, and could no longer be seen.

After finishing all this, Mu Chenyi came to Xia Sheng and stood still, bowed down, and said with some remorse, "Chen Yi is not good at learning skills, but still can't protect her brother."

Xia Sheng smiled and shook his head. He quickly recovered from the original state of Qiongsang's majestic and boundless life. He slowly stood up from the ground, patted Mu Chenyi on the shoulder, and said, "You have done a good job, but the things have not been finished yet."

After saying that, Xia Sheng turned his gaze on Yang Tianxiao and Pei Xu without any concealment.

Seeing this, Mu Chenyi sighed softly and said hesitantly: "I remember my elder brother once admonished us that the holy level is not easy. If life and death are not present, we must not easily destroy the hope of humanity's future..."

Xia Sheng waved his hand, interrupted Mu Chenyi's advice, took two steps forward, and asked directly to Yang Tianxiao and Pei Xu, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Pei Xu had already been invaded by Mu Chenyi's Shengxue Sword. As long as Mu Chenyi was willing, he could turn him into a useless person at any time. In that case, it would be even more uncomfortable than killing him.

But at this time, facing Xia Sheng's question, Pei Xu spat out a mouthful of blood without caring and laughed loudly: "Since ancient times, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I have nothing to say. If you want to kill, kill it. How big a matter is, don't be there for mother-in-law and mother."

As for Yang Tianxiao on the other side, he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "My spiritual orifice has been completely frozen. If I want to kill it, there is no need for the White-clothed Sword Saint to take action. But before that, I was really curious. The White-clothed Sword Saint always calls you as the eldest brother. Who are you?"

Xia Sheng sighed quietly, then leaned over and squatted in front of Yang Tianxiao, leaned into the other party's ear and said softly.

The next moment, Yang Tianxiao's pupils suddenly tightened and he said in a deep voice: "This is impossible!"

Xia Sheng shrugged his shoulders and stood up again. Without further explanation, he said, "Today's battle is not right or wrong, it's just that everyone has different positions. Now that Emperor Jin is dead, I won't kill you, but I hope that one day when our generals of the human race can see the two of you when they fight south and north."

After saying that, Xia Sheng walked to the side without waiting for the two of them to answer, hugged Qin Xiaohua's thin body in his arms with both hands, and smiled slightly: "I'll take you home."

Of course, before this, he and Mu Chenyi had one more thing to do.

There is a person they have never forgotten.

Demon Emperor, Shun!

Mu Chenyi picked up the long sword, held it with one hand, and slowly walked into the deep pit where Shun was smashed by Emperor Jin, hoping to take advantage of the opportunity to bury the strongest man of the demon clan here.

But to his surprise, there was no one who could see half a figure at the bottom of the pit except for an unfathomable black hole.

Shun actually ran away!

Seeing this, Xia Sheng couldn't help frowning. He immediately remembered the demon army that he had seen before going up the mountain that was crossing the river north, so he spoke to Mu Chenyi and said, "He may have escaped and met with his tribe members, and we will chase south too!"

But before Xia Sheng and the others set off, Qin Xiaohua in his arms suddenly woke up under the influence of the power of Qiongsang.

Qin Xiaohua looked at Xia Sheng's face, then at the body of Emperor Jin lying on the ground. Before she could sigh, she grabbed Xia Sheng's cuff.
Chapter completed!