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

Chapter 97
Wannian layout.

Imprisoning the remnant souls of all saints and absorbing the souls of millions of warriors, there has been no movement for thousands of years.

Could it be that the layout person has unfortunately fallen?
Who did it?
Su Ming didn't care about it for the time being, looking at the entire underground space, it was obvious that the top sacred artifact had been taken away.

"Butcher, can your millions of holy souls kill a holy king?"

That's the most important thing.

The real dust is about to come, Su Ming is thinking of various ways, how to make it come and go.

The butcher thought for a while, and said helplessly, "If it was ten thousand years ago, don't say, even if there are twelve holy emperors, one of them can easily suppress and kill the holy king."

"But now, we have been banned for ten thousand years, and the holy soul has been broken and incomplete. It needs a long time of cultivation, so we can't kill the holy king."

That's true.

"Is the master in trouble?"

"Two days later, the Holy Dust King of the Holy Spirit Holy Land will come."

Holy Spirit Holy Land?

One of the four holy places?

Hearing the words Holy Spirit Holy Land, the butcher's face changed completely. Looking at the entire funeral world, there is no one who doesn't know the Four Holy Lands.

Who dares to provoke the Four Great Sacred Grounds?

Immediately communicate with the system to enter the system mall.

Come to the array category.

Su Ming looked at the formations one by one, and finally locked on a formation called Wansheng Burial Emperor.

Consuming villain points to exchange for formations, Su Ming finally had the confidence in his heart. If Zhenchen really dared to come, he would definitely be buried in the Eastern Wasteland.

Two days later.

In the ruined ancient city of Taihuang, the dust covering it gradually dissipated. Everyone did not leave, but hid around the ancient city, wanting to see the battle between Zhenchen and Su Ming.

One was from one of the four holy places in the burial world, the holy king and powerhouse from the holy land of the holy spirit. The ancient Wanfo clan was destroyed, and Zhenchen was furious, so he came here at all costs.

One is a strong man who rose from the Northwest Territory to the Eastern Desolation, subdued the eight ancient clans, and single-handedly destroyed Foxu and others, establishing the Dragon God Sect.

In the collision between the two, who can win?
this moment.

Thousands of miles of clouds above the ancient city of Taihuang, a young man in white sits on the top of the clouds, with a qin in front of him, playing the qin with both hands, the sound of the qin has a long history, as if surrounded by white clouds, it makes people so intoxicated.

"Facing the imminent coming of the mighty Saint King, Su Ming can still be so calm. It seems that he has already made up his mind. There will be no suspense in this battle."

"We wait for the ancients to submit to the Dragon God Sect, and we don't know if it's a blessing or a curse."

"How?"

"Su Ming now dominates the Eastern Wilderness. According to his character and ambition, he will definitely not be satisfied with the Eastern Wilderness. In the future, he will definitely fight in the Panburial World. The consequences of my pursuit will be worrying."

But Li Tu shook his head and said: "When the Heavenly Tomb was opened, Su Ming told me personally that in the future, when I come to the Eastern Wasteland, you, the Ancient Buddha Clan, can stay safely. Promise me that you, the Ancient Buddha Clan, can follow me in the future. Have a sip of soup."

Li Tu Yixi remembered the aura with which Su Ming said those words.

After a while, Su Ming has already done it.

exactly.

Li Tu said in a firm voice: "I am willing to fight with Su Ming in the pan burial world. Once we are heroes, we can enter the pan burial world."

All the patriarchs and elders stopped talking, listening to Li Tu's words, they all fell into silence. For many years, the eight ancient clans have been dominating the Eastern Desolation, and they are content with the status quo. They never thought that one day, they would follow a certain person Go to fight the burial world.

But to know.

The situation in the pan burial world is completely different from that of Donghuang.

In the Eastern Wilderness, the Great Supreme is an invincible existence, and for many years, except for Su Ming, there are very few Great Supremes who have appeared, and even if there are, they are hiding in the dark, or leaving the Eastern Wilderness to go to the Panburial Realm, Look for higher opportunities to break through the holy realm.

"Ningxue, Su Ming's heart is higher than the sky. Although I didn't know why he proposed marriage to you at the beginning, but because of you, he seems to hate you. Now you have two choices."

"Aunt Su, please tell me."

Xuanyuan Ningxue was very unwilling and angry in her heart. Since she was a child, she was always aloof. When had she ever suffered such humiliation.

"The first way is to leave Donghuang immediately and follow me back to Panburial Realm. With your talent and physique, I believe that you will have the hope of reaching the Emperor Realm in the future."

"The second way is to continue to lower your posture, hoping to get a little mercy from Su Ming. As for the result, that's unknown."

Listening to the two paths given by Aunt Su, Xuanyuan Ningxue fell completely silent.

She has somewhat regretted it, if she hadn't gone to the Dragon God Sect before, maybe now she would have been favored by Su Ming.

The more I think about it, the more I regret it, but there is no place in this world that sells regret medicine.

"Aunt Su, I choose to go with you to the Panburial Realm. When I aspire to the Emperor Realm, it will be him, Su Ming, who begs me instead."

"You're wise."

Everyone looked at the void in the ancient city. The young man sitting on the top of the clouds dared to provoke one of the four holy places, the Holy King of the Holy Spirit, Su Ming, who was known as the Lord of the Eastern Wasteland, and everyone was convinced.

Besides Su Ming, who would dare to do this?
No one dares!
With a look of leisure, Su Ming played the piano with both hands, and the sound of the piano echoed for nine days.

Just now.

The wind roared, and the Buddha chant came from the void, and the endless Buddha's breath rolled in like the waves of the sea, and the entire cloud layer trembled violently.

"coming!"

"The Holy King of True Dust is finally here!"

All the members of the Wanfo Ancient Clan have been killed. Everyone looked at the black dot in the void, and everyone knew very well that Zhenchen came from the Burial Realm just to kill Su Ming.

For Su Ming, this battle was definitely a battle of life and death.

This battle, for the seven ancient clans, is also related to the chance of regaining freedom.

This battle is of great significance to the entire Eastern Wilderness.

Of course everyone knew what Su Ming was relying on to subdue the remnant soul of the holiness in the ancient altar. However, the remnant soul of the holiness has been sealed for ten thousand years and needs a long recovery. If he wants to kill a real saint king, he will be killed in a short time. Certainly not.

Is Su Ming too arrogant?
Most importantly, behind Zhenchen is one of the four holy places.

Even if Su Ming can fight against Zhenchen, can he still resist Holy Spirit Holy Land?

Buzz!

A sound of Buddha's chant reverberated through the void, and a half-old Buddha emerged from the endless Buddha's breath. His face was full of red light, and there was a "卍" mark on his forehead, and a Buddha statue faintly appeared behind him. It can purify all evils in the world and make people have an urge to worship.

The majesty of the holy power covered the sky, and the figure of Zhenchen slowly appeared, with endless killing intent rolling in his indifferent eyes, who came all the way to avenge the ancient clan.

He never imagined that his own race, the ancient Wanfo clan, would be buried in the hands of a young man, and even Foxu, the patriarch of the ancient Wanfo clan, would be slaughtered.

(End of this chapter)