In the ancestral land.

Jiang Ning practiced day and night.

He successfully broke through to the middle stage of the Great Sage, and his strength improved slightly again.

this day.

Jiang Yunhe brought an old man with white hair.

"Brother, this is my master, Feng Mo Sword Master Feng Qingyang."

The girl happily introduced the visitor to Jiang Ning.

"I've met Senior Feng." Jiang Ning said politely.

"You must be Yun He's brother. Yes, yes. You have a strong foundation, an outstanding temperament, and a talented person."

Feng Qingyang smiled.

"Of course, this is my brother Jiang Yunhe."

Seeing the master praising her brother, the girl was more happy than praising herself.

"Senior Feng was so complimentary." Jiang Ning smiled slightly, neither humble nor arrogant.

This made Feng Qingyang nodded and valued Jiang Ning even more.

"I wonder why Senior Feng came here this time?" Jiang Ning asked.

"I've come to ask you, Saint Jiang, to give you something." Feng Qingyang said calmly.

"Brother, don't you know my great-uncle?"

"Go ahead and pass the message to Master." Jiang Yunhe said quickly.

"Well, let me pass the message for Senior Feng." Jiang Ning nodded.

Then he left.

Before the world was invincible, the Jiang family's saint was his own business and would naturally not be leaked.

Everything is done to protect your own safety to the greatest extent.

Not long after, he returned and said, "Senior Feng, great-uncle has invited you to go to the lake and talk about it."

"Thank you." Feng Qingyang smiled slightly and disappeared.

"Yunhe, I remembered that there is one more thing I need to do, and I can't accompany you for the time being."

Jiang Ning said apologetically.

"Okay, you go and do your work." Jiang Yunhe could only agree helplessly.

There was a look of reluctance in his eyes.

Jiang Ning left.

The God of Tiangang transformed into an old man with pale hair, sitting in the lake fishing, waiting for the wind to arrive.

I was also very curious in my heart, what did Feng Qingyang give me?

Soon, Feng Qingyang arrived at the lake.

"I've met Senior Jiang."

Feng Qingyang bowed to the fisherman.

In terms of age, Feng Qingyang is nearly a hundred years older than Jiang Taixu.

However, experts in the cultivation world are respected, and Jiang Taixu has the strength to kill two holy kings, and has the potential to be the strongest Xuanhuang.

Feng Qingyang naturally wanted to call her seniors and salute.

"I heard that you brought me something. What is it?"

Jiang Ning did not turn around, continued fishing, and asked calmly.

Feng Qingyang took out the ancient sword from the space ring.

"Buzz~"

As soon as the ancient sword came out, it trembled violently and wanted to fly to Jiang Ning's side.

I really dislike Feng Qingyang, the former owner.

"It seems that you really don't belong to me."

"Going to him so impatiently."

Feng Qingyang showed a wry smile.

It was as if his wife had abandoned him and left for his new love.

The feeling in my heart is a mixture of five flavors and is very uncomfortable.

He had no choice but to let her go.

As soon as he let go, the ancient sword quickly flew towards Jiang Ning.

Ever since it sensed that sword, it completely abandoned Feng Qingyang.

As if he had found his true love, he began to despise his husband.

Jiang Ning reached out and caught the flying ancient sword.

He was extremely surprised.

It can be felt that this ancient sword is not simple and contains vast and boundless sword intent.

He gently pulled out the ancient sword from the scabbard. The sharp sword light was breathtaking and penetrated straight into his soul, as if it was about to shatter.

Boom!

The ancient sword was trembling violently.

At this time, Jiang Ning felt that his soul was sucked into a mysterious time and space.

As time went by, his eyes kept changing, like a dream, and finally, he actually saw the world fifty thousand years ago.

"this……"

"There is a secret hidden in the sword."

Jiang Ning looked shocked.

Fifty thousand years ago, that was the ancient era when the great emperor ruled.

Jiang Ning watched what happened fifty thousand years ago as if watching a movie.

He saw an extremely majestic middle-aged man wearing a golden dragon robe.

His majesty is peerless and his bearing is unparalleled.

He is Emperor Haotian, the founder of the ancient heaven.

He killed the great emperor and gained the title of Heavenly Emperor, becoming the first Heavenly Emperor in the Xuanhuang world.

He created the ancient heaven, and all creatures in the Xuanhuang world bowed their heads.

Emperor Haotian was so high-spirited that he became the only ruler of the Xuanhuang world.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Even the great emperor of the world must obey his orders.

The picture changes.

In the world of Emperor Haotian, Jiang Ning saw countless corpses.

The blood dyed the emperor red, dyed the moon red, and became a blood moon.

The emperor's corpse is everywhere.

At this time, the majestic Lord of Heaven, Emperor Haotian, already looked extremely tired.

The golden dragon armor on his body has been completely dyed red.

The Heavenly Emperor Sword in his hand was the ancient sword in Jiang Ning's hand, and the killing light had dimmed.

He has killed eight great emperors!

The killing made the aliens fearful.

Although the Emperor of Heaven is powerful, he has his limits.

At this time, Emperor Haotian had obviously exhausted all his strength and reached the end of his life.

"Hahaha, in order to deal with me, you attracted them and led the wolf into the house. In the end, you will have to be destroyed together with me."

"It's just a pain to the creatures in the Xuanhuang world."

Emperor Haotian laughed miserably.

A generation of Emperor of Heaven, the master of the ancient Heavenly Court, and the most powerful existence in the history of the Xuanhuang World, fell like this.

At this time, the wind and clouds surged, and the color of the sky and earth changed.
To be continued...