Chu Xun's body was surrounded by purple light with roaring sounds inside. The purple Nascent Soul patted the small sword for times, making the golden light on the sword constantly dim.

The young man's eyes were gloomy. He felt that the connection between the little sword and him disappeared gradually. No matter how fast he made the magic signet, it seemed useless.

Chu Xun's expression changed slightly because the Firmament Chain moved at this time. It wrapped ...