All the way to the east.

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

It's dim and dark everywhere, and it feels very depressing.

"Boss, watch out for the bones in front of you. ”

Looking at the skeleton in front of him, Su Ming understood what the treasure pig meant.

Didn't get around.

There were dozens of corpses around the corpses, apparently just falling, and as for why they fell, the reason for the fall is unknown.

Slowly approach the corpse.

Probably one step away from the corpse.

A picture appeared in Su Ming's mind.

In the middle of countless mountain peaks stretching for thousands of miles, a hundred-foot tall demon beast, with golden hair all over his body like a sharp sword, giving people a kind of terrifying coercion of Mount Tai's top, the silence of the whole heaven and earth like death, and even the space seems to be frozen.

Su Ming didn't know what kind of demon beast this was, giving people an incomparably powerful feeling.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

Suddenly woke up, seeing that the corpse in front of him had been trampled to pieces, Su Ming was also afraid.

If it weren't for the pig to wake him up in time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Bao Pig, what just happened?"

"Boss, there is a special aura on the corpse that can erode the soul. ”

sighed, it seems that even if he gathers the luck of the Eastern Wilderness, he will still be calculated by the remnant soul of the Hundred Saints.

Taking a deep breath, Su Ming began to be cautious, cheering up his spirits, and holding the treasure pig step by step.

"Boss, what the hell is this place, there are so many corpses. ”

There are corpses everywhere, and there are many demon beast corpses, all kinds of demon beast corpses, exuding a palpitating atmosphere.

It's like a hell of corpses, and it's creepy.

Without the slightest obstruction, he still chose to move forward, and the entire underground space was cloudy and windy.

Suddenly!

Su Ming stopped and stared at the hills in front of him, strictly speaking, it should be the peaks where the corpses are piled up, and the dense corpse peaks are in front of him, I don't know how many there are.

Vague.

From the countless corpses in front of him, Su Ming saw a desolate ancient altar, exuding the aura of vicissitudes and desolation, I don't know how many years have been deposited, spanning the entire underground space.

I can feel that the countless corpses are ordinary warriors, and none of the corpses are the remains of saints, and as for the ancient altar, it is revealing endless desolation.

"Boss, there's something wrong with the altar. ”

"I know. ”

It's a little too weird here.

Gradually.

Many warriors arrived one after another, looking at the corpse mountain in front of them, everyone was a little shocked and stared at it in shock.

"Look, the Ancient Altar is oozing blood," I don't know who shouted, and there was even a slight tremor in his voice, after all, the aura emitted by the Ancient Altar could shock the soul of a warrior.

At this time.

The originally illusory Ancient Altar gradually solidified and began to seep blood, and in the blink of an eye, it had stained the entire Ancient Altar red.

"Sect Master Su, what do you think is the situation?"

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

"Stay put. ”

"Yes. ”

Su Ming didn't flinch from this, he always felt that the Ancient Ancient Altar in front of him was not simple, when the Great War of the Hundred Saints broke out in the Ancient City of Taihuang, all the Sages fell one after another, but no one saw the corpse of the Sage.

It turned out that it was originally left in the underground space, especially this desolate ancient altar, and the vicissitudes of life and desolate aura exuded made people feel trembling.

Step out.

Click!

Stepping on the corpse, there was a clicking sound of broken bones, and the mountains of white bones were piled up, and everyone stared at Su Ming in front of them, and no one dared to follow suit, so they could only stand in place and watch.

Stepping on the bones of Sen Sen step by step, Su Ming finally walked to the Desolate Ancient Altar.

At a glance.

There are dense lines inside the Arako altar, covering the entrance to the altar, and it is pitch black inside.

Airplanes!

The furious Holy Might rushed out from the altar, and the strands of Divine Might were like a sand city storm, but they were forcibly suppressed by countless lines.

"It seems that the guess is correct, all the remnant souls of the hundred saints that fell back then were sealed in the Ancient Altar, who sealed them?"

"I am the Holy Lord of the Western Wilderness, if you let me leave the altar and seal, this Holy Lord will definitely repay me a hundredfold. ”

"I am the Heavenly Bone Saint King, crisscrossing the Burial Realm, you help me leave the seal, and this Saint King will accept you as a disciple and make you holy. ”

“......。 ”

“......。 ”

A series of eager sounds of surprise kept coming from the ancient altar, Su Ming sneered, he was not a living bodhisattva, he didn't believe what the saints said.

"Quiet. ”

The Araku Altar fell silent in an instant.

"Why are you sealed in the altar? ”

Not for a while.

A majestic voice slowly floated from the altar, sounding extraordinarily vicissitudes, like dead wood deposited for years.

"Ten thousand years ago, news came out of the Eastern Wilderness that a top-level holy weapon appeared in the ancient city of Taihuang, and we rushed from all over the burial world, only to find that this place itself was a trap. ”

"No top-tier artifacts?"

"Yes, and we also saw the holy weapon, in order to compete for the top holy weapon, we all saints competed, fought each other, the battle lasted for three days and three nights, and there were many fallen saints, but in the end, we found that the top holy weapon was just an introduction, the real mastermind behind the scenes, taking advantage of our exhaustion, to shoot at all of us. ”

Halloween?

Not a hundred saints?

It seems that there are still fewer rumors.

Who is behind the scenes, and it is so arranged to seal Halloween.

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

"I can break the seal and let you go, but all of you must surrender to me, I don't want to hear any other nonsense, just tell me now if you want to. ”

The Ancient Altar was completely silent, after all, as the high Sages, they now needed to choose to surrender in exchange for breaking the seal and leaving.

Everybody is 100 percent unwilling to surrender.

"My patience is limited, and if I don't make a decision, I'll leave. ”

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

"I'm willing to do the same. ”

“......。 ”

“......。 ”

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

The six realms of the Holy One are the Holy One, the Holy Lord, the Holy King, the Holy Emperor, the Holy Venerable, and the Holy Ancestor.

According to Su Ming's guess, the Ten Thousand Saints sealed in the Ancient Altar must have the remnant soul of the Holy King, as for whether there is a Holy Emperor, a Holy Venerable and a Holy Ancestor, it is unknown.

Very satisfied.

Su Ming looked at the desolate ancient altar in front of him, from the jealousy and doubt at the beginning, to the surprise and excitement now, this is a whole Ten Thousand Saints remnant soul, for now that he has just established the Dragon God Sect, it is definitely the most beneficial help, and he can't close his mouth when he thinks about it.