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

Chapter 99 Bloody battle word, war!
Countless cracks appeared in the air mask formed by the remnant souls of the Wansheng.

collapse!

disappear!

Dazzling rays of light span the sky, and the clouds of thousands of miles are like boiling water.

at this time.

A main body emerged from the crack, reaching far and wide, exuding a palpitating and terrifying aura, an ancient and desolate aura galloping and roaring.

His tall body covered the sky and the sun.

An aura of terror spread wildly towards the surroundings.

Rumble!
Between the sky and the earth, there was a roar, and bursts of breath and dust storms swept across the entire sky!
quiet!
The world is silent!
Everyone looked at the scene in the void, not knowing what happened, where did Wanzhang's body come from?

When did Donghuang appear with such a powerful body?

"Where is the rat generation?"

Standing proudly on top of the clouds, pointing directly at the sky!

Su Ming had an aura of self-importance, and he was not moved by the Wanzhang body in front of him at all. The remnants of all the saints returned to their cages, and all gathered behind him, the vast holy power spanning the long river of time and space.

A figure slowly appeared in front of Wanzhang's body, with a hint of indifference and arrogance on his handsome face, long flowing hair flying freely, hands behind his back, deep and cold eyes looking down at the sky.

King Lin Donghuang, the aura filled the entire void!
The majestic and cold voice slowly drifted out, echoing throughout the sky for a long time.

"The holy land of the holy spirit, the holy cotyledons are happy!"

Holy Spirit Holy Land?

Son?

Hearing the self-introduction of Wan Zhang's body, everyone was in an uproar, especially when they saw Zhen Chen knelt down on his knees and shouted: "Meet the young patriarch."

The holy land of the holy spirit, one of the four holy places in the burial world.

Su Ming understands the meaning of the Holy Son, and has also heard that the four holy lands have their own holy sons, but there is probably only one person in the entire Holy Land who can be called the young patriarch.

The same is the identity of the Son of God, and there are high and low points.

This Ye Xiaoyao is the son of the patriarch of Holy Spirit Holy Land, the number one holy son.

"System, is this person the son of luck?"

[System prompt: Ye Xiaoyao belongs to the son of luck, the level of luck is green, he has the ancient sacred body, and has a sign-in reward system. The place to sign-in this time is the ancient city of Taihuang in the east, please be careful with the host]

as expected
Another son of luck with a system, and the level of luck is still green.

Throughout the entire Eastern Wilderness, the highest level of the son of luck is only the green level.

Ye Xiaoyao, from the holy land of the holy spirit, the son of the patriarch, the young patriarch of the holy land, a strong man in the holy emperor realm, born with an ancient holy body, was hailed by the holy land as the first genius in ten thousand years.

With his handsome face, strong background, super strength, and heaven-defying cheats, no matter where this holy son goes, he is a high-ranking and sensational existence.

[Drip, the system reminds the host that the other party is also a child of luck, the host signs in at Donghuang, defeats the other party, and gets a reward]

A systematic voice sounded in his mind, and Ye Xiaoyao smiled indifferently. Of course he knew that this world was not just his son of luck, there were no fewer than dozens of sons of luck who had died in his hands. Huang's son of luck, he never took it to heart.

"Let him go."

Undoubted tone of command, difference in status, status, and strength, the opponent is like an ant in his eyes.

What about the son of luck?
Everyone held their breath, looking at the vast body in the void, the holy son of the Holy Land, who possesses the unfathomable strength of the whole body, who dares to follow the advice of Donghuang, in the eyes of everyone, even if Su Ming is the son of Donghuang Lord, you shouldn't dare to disobey Ye Xiaoyao's words.

The identity gap between Zhenchen and Ye Xiaoyao is not even a little bit different.

The original admiration and expectations for Su Ming have somewhat declined.

"Do you think Su Zongzhu will choose to back down?"

"do not know."

"If you were to face the Holy Son of the Holy Land, would you insist on offending him?"

Sigh.

Facing Ye Xiaoyao's desolate ancient holy body, Su Ming looked a little thin, but he stood upright and proud, but he didn't take a step back.

"Are you ordering me?"

There was killing intent in the indifferent voice. Su Ming looked at the Wanzhang body in front of him, the ancient holy body and his own Demon Heart Dragon Bone. After thinking about it, he knew that it must be much stronger than his own Demon Heart Dragon Bone.

"Yes."

"I, Su Ming, am the Lord of the Eastern Desolation, and this is my territory."

"So what?" The contemptuous voice made Ye Xiaoyao somewhat curious, wondering what Su Ming wanted in front of him, after all, there was a gap between them.

The indifference belonging to the Son of the Holy Land, the indifference of looking down at the sky, made everyone feel trembling.

"No way, I will stomp on Zhenchen's head in front of you."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar!
Everyone looked at Su Ming in horror, so arrogant, isn't he afraid of the Son of the Holy Land at all?

Surprise!

Nodding in satisfaction, Ye Xiaoyao looked down at Su Ming, and said with a smile: "Yes, you are worthy of being the son of Donghuang's destiny. To be able to make it to this day, your luck can only be gathered in Donghuang. Just because you have something to do, and because you are pretty good, I will give you a chance to kneel down and surrender, and Donghuang will be your world in the future, and the grievances between you and Zhenchen will be wiped out."

Surrender to the Son, is it a blessing or a curse?The benevolent see benevolence and the wise see wisdom.

Some people are willing to surrender, after all, they can ascend to the sky in one step, and thus climb up the towering tree of the Holy Land.

Some people are unwilling, and would rather become the Lord of the Eastern Desolation than surrender to the Holy Land of the Burial Realm.

personal choice.

boom!
There was no answer, but Su Ming's actions had already told Ye Xiaoyao the answer.

Zhenchen's head was directly crushed, and Su Ming forcibly condensed Zhenchen's blood, and a broken burial pen appeared in his hand, and began to draw the void in front of him with Zhenchen's blood.

The sky is filled with blood and mist, with every stroke, flamboyant and phoenix dancing.

Gradually.

An incomparably huge bloody character 'war' was written out in the void, and Zhenchen's body fell from the void, hitting the ground fiercely.

war!
The bloody battle word!
The word 'war' written with Zhenchen's blood was fierce and domineering, and the terrifying killing spirit shot up into the sky, piercing through layers of void and piercing into the sky. The violent fighting intent frantically gathered around Su Ming's body. It solidified and turned into a substantial ancient war beast, roaring wantonly in the sky, shaking the whole world.

this moment.

Su Ming is like the supreme god of war descending from the nine heavens, looking down on the universe, the cold light from his cold eyes penetrates layers of space, the fighting spirit on his body continuously rises, and quickly merges with the fighting spirit gathered around him, forming a terrifying fighting beast.

Everyone was completely excited, and no one thought that Su Ming would choose to fight in the end. After all, Ye Xiaoyao's identity was too special, no matter in terms of background or strength, it was far beyond what Dong Huang could match.

(End of this chapter)