Chapter 1627 (1/2)

As soon as the master flew into the wooden building, he saw a mess in the hall.

The great emperor of cloud was standing in the hall, his face was black, and his whole body was filled with cold anger.

Originally, he had a stone table and a stone stool beside him.

In the past three months, he often sat here to study the ”burial sword”.

Now, stone tables and benches have become crumbling debris scattered in the messy living room.

The ground and walls were broken and full of cracks and holes.

The dark ”burial sword” was inserted obliquely on the north wall. It was deeply rooted in the wood and shivered.

The master understood that it must have been the emperor's anger that he threw out the ”burial sword” and slapped the gravel table and stone stool with one hand and destroyed a wall.

”Holy emperor, please don't worry about it!”

The master quickly and calmly dissuaded him. He went to the north wall and pulled out the ”burial sword”.

”Holy emperor, the burial sword is the sword of the sword God. It's the first artifact in the world. It's very mysterious.

It's understandable that we can't solve the secret at the moment because of our ability... ”

While persuading, the master held the ”burial sword” and sent it back to the cloud emperor.

However, the great emperor did not reach for it.

His face became more and more ugly, black as the bottom of a pot, and his anger was more violent.

”Asshole! Ji Tianxing is a bastard who kills thousands of swords. He should die ten times. This emperor wants to punish his nine tribes! ”

The great emperor of cloud gnawed his teeth and swore, his angry face was twisted, and the whole person was on the edge of rampage.

The master had never seen him so angry. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. He quickly asked, ”holy emperor, how can you say this? What happened? ”

After two deep breaths, the great emperor gradually suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, ”look at that sword again!”

He looked down at the sword in his hand and frowned for a moment.

On the surface, the sword is as black as ink, and its tentacles are cold. It exudes the atmosphere of primitive simplicity and vicissitudes. It is very normal.

The tip of the sword is broken. The notch is the same as before.

However, the master felt something was wrong.

When he felt it carefully, he found that the sword was cold and dead, full of a dead breath.

”Eh How could this happen? Before this sword, there was a trace of spirit and spirit. It was like a living thing

The master frowned and vaguely understood the key problem.

He raised his head and looked at the cloud emperor, and asked in disbelief, ”holy emperor, is this sword...”

”Yes The great emperor of cloud nodded and said in a low voice: ”this sword is fake! This is not a real burial sword

The master was shocked and said in disbelief: ”this is impossible! When Ji Tianxing presented this sword, we checked it carefully and there was no mistake! ”

”Since the emperor got this sword, he has tried his best to find out the secret.

though, the as like as two peas of the sword are not the same.

However, in the past two months, the spirit in the sword has been declining and becoming more and more weak.

Until yesterday, the spirit in the sword completely dissipated.

This sword has also become an ordinary magic weapon of Yuan Shen level. It is lifeless and has no breath of divine sword