The ancestor of the Minggu lineage who broke into the upper realm was indeed not a true immortal, but the magic weapon in his hand was a perfect immortal weapon.
The bone spear pierced through the void, cutting a crack hundreds of feet high from top to bottom. At that moment, all the strong men within thousands of miles felt the threat.
Spiritual energy was rioting, death energy from the cracks in space poured in, all the grass and trees withered**, and the upper realm had been stable for less than two thousand years when the alien races from the underworld made a comeback.
"The Immortal Weapon is completed, and I will use your blood to sacrifice it!"
The old man of Mingu spoke coldly. He was completely black and about three meters long, but he looked more sturdy, powerful, and explosive than the huge beast, comparable to the peak of the Holy Emperor.
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