The beginning of the eternity, the supreme villain, the ancestor

Chapter 95
All the way east.

The desolate and cold underground space is like an endless hell.

Everywhere is dark and dark, which makes people feel very depressed.

"Boss, be careful of the bones in front of you."

Looking at a skeleton in front of him, Su Ming understood what Bao Zhu meant.

not bypassed.

There are dozens of corpses around the corpse, obviously just fell, as for why it fell, the reason is unknown.

Slowly approach the corpse.

About one step away from the corpse.

A picture appeared in Su Ming's mind.

In the middle of countless mountains that stretch for thousands of miles, there is a monster with a height of hundreds of feet, with golden hair like a sharp sword, giving people a terrifying coercion of Mount Tai, the whole world is deadly silent, and even the space seems to be frozen average.

Su Ming didn't know what kind of monster it was, it gave off an extremely powerful feeling.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

Waking up suddenly, seeing that the corpse in front of him had been trampled to pieces, Su Ming was also terrified.

If Baozhu didn't wake him up in time, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Baby pig, what happened just now?"

"Boss, the corpse exudes a special aura that can corrode the soul."

He sighed endlessly, it seemed that even if he gathered the luck of the Eastern Wasteland, he would still be plotted against by the remnants of the Hundred Saints.

Taking a deep breath, Su Ming began to get up cautiously, put all his energy into it, and took every step with Baozhu in his arms.

"Boss, what is this place? There are so many corpses."

There are corpses everywhere, among which there are many corpses of monsters. All kinds of corpses of monsters exude a palpitating aura.

It's like corpse hell, it's creepy.

Without being blocked in the slightest, he still chose to move forward, and the entire underground space was gusty and windy.

Suddenly!
Su Ming stopped and stared at the hills in front of him. Strictly speaking, they should be the peaks piled up with corpses. The densely packed peaks of corpses stretched in front of him. I don't know how many there are.

vaguely.

From the countless corpses in front of him, Su Ming saw a desolate altar, exuding a vicissitudes of life and a desolate atmosphere, which spanned the entire underground space for an unknown number of years.

It can be felt that the countless corpses are ordinary warriors, and none of the corpses are the remains of saints. As for the ancient altar, it reveals endless desolation.

"Boss, there is a problem with the altar."

"I know."

It's really weird here.

Gradually.

Many warriors rushed over one after another. Looking at the mountain of corpses in front of them, everyone was a little shocked and stared at it in shock.

"Look, the ancient altar is oozing blood," someone shouted, even with a trembling voice. After all, the breath from the ancient altar can shock the soul of warriors.

at this time.

The originally illusory desolate ancient altar gradually solidified and began to ooze blood. In a blink of an eye, the entire desolate ancient altar was dyed red.

"Sect Master Su, what do you think is going on?"

Li Tu came to Su Ming's side, and asked in an extremely dignified voice, all the major ancient clans have chosen to surrender, and Su Ming is the Lord of the Eastern Desolation.

"stand still."

"Yes."

Su Ming didn't back down. He always felt that the ancient altar in front of him was not simple. When the Hundred Saints War broke out in the ancient city of Taihuang, all the saints fell one after another, but no one saw the corpse of the saint.

It turned out that it was originally left in the underground space, especially this ancient altar, which exudes a vicissitudes of life and desolation, which makes people feel trembling.

Step out.

Click!

Stepping on the corpse, there was a cracking sound of bones breaking. The dense pile of white bones was very scary. Everyone stared at Su Ming in front of them. No one dared to follow suit, so they could only stand there and watch.

Stepping on the dense bones step by step, Su Ming finally walked to the ancient altar.

At a glance.

There are dense lines in the ancient altar, covering the entrance of the altar, and the inside is pitch black.

hum!
The violent holy power rushed out from the altar, and the waves of holy power were like sandstorms, but they were forcibly suppressed by countless lines.

"It seems that the guess is correct. The remnant souls of the hundreds of saints who fell back then were all sealed in the ancient altar. Who sealed them?"

"I am the Holy Lord of the Western Wilderness. If you let me leave the altar seal, the Holy Lord will definitely repay you a hundred times."

"I am the Holy King of Heavenly Bone, and I travel across the burial world. If you help me get out of the seal, I will accept you as a disciple and make you holy."

"..."

"..."

One after another eager sounds of surprise came from the desolate ancient altar, Su Ming sneered, he was not a living Bodhisattva, so he didn't believe what the saints said.

"Quiet."

The ancient altar fell silent in an instant.

"Why are you sealed inside the altar?"

Soon.

A majestic voice slowly floated from the altar, which sounded particularly vicissitudes, like dead wood accumulated over time.

"Thousands of years ago, there was news from Donghuang that top-level holy artifacts appeared in the ancient city of Taihuang. We rushed from all over the burial world, but found that this place itself is a trap."

"No top sacred artifact?"

"Yes, and we also saw the sacred artifacts. In order to compete for the top sacred artifacts, we fought against each other and killed each other. The battle lasted for three days and three nights, and there were as many fallen saints as a cow's hair. In the end, we discovered that the top sacred artifacts were just an introduction. The real man behind the scenes, when we were exhausted, shot at all of us."

Halloween fight?

Not Baisheng?

It seems that the rumors are still less.

Who is the mastermind behind the scenes, who actually set up such a plan to seal the Halloween.

He didn't continue to ask, because Su Ming knew that even if he asked, the sealed Wansheng might not know.

"I can break the seal and let you leave, but all of you must submit to me. I don't want to hear other nonsense. Now you just need to tell me if you want to."

The ancient altar was completely silent. After all, they, as the aloof saints, now need to choose to surrender in exchange for breaking the seal and leaving.

Everyone is [-]% unwilling to surrender.

"My patience is limited. If I don't make a decision in three breaths, I will leave."

"I, the Holy Lord of the Western Wilderness, is willing to surrender."

"I'm willing to fly too."

"..."

"..."

As one saint after another agreed to surrender, Su Ming was very pleasantly surprised.

The six realms of saints are saints, holy masters, holy kings, holy emperors, holy lords, and holy ancestors.

According to Su Ming's guess, there must be a remnant soul of the Holy King in the All Saints sealed in the ancient altar. As for whether there is a Holy Emperor, Holy Venerable, and Holy Ancestor, it is unknown.

Very satisfied.

Su Ming looked at the desolate ancient altar in front of him. From the fear and doubt at the beginning to the surprise and excitement now, this is a whole remnant soul of the Holy Ghost. It is definitely the most beneficial help for him who has just established the Dragon God Sect. Think about it from ear to ear.

(End of this chapter)