"Alright." Black fog surged above Chen Luoyang's head as the Profound Netherworld Pagoda reappeared.
The Heavenly Lord looked at his younger sister, Young Master Tian, Ling Qingqing.
Ling gently flipped his palm, and a bright light appeared. The bright and pure light condensed into an ancient-looking bright sword.
However, it was different from the past. At this moment, the Bright God Sword lost its luster and turned dark.
This was the complete opposite of the Dark Netherworld Tower, which was completely black and only had a little light flashing on the top of the tower.
When the two supreme treasures met, they began to tremble involuntarily.
Chen Luoyang stretched out his hand and pressed it on the Profound Netherworld Pagoda.
Ling Qingqing held the sword in one hand and gently brushed the blade with the other.
An extremely profound concept began to flow out from the two treasures. It seemed to be different, but there were some similarities.
