10,000-year-old layout.

Imprisoning the remnant souls of all saints and ingesting the souls of millions of warriors, there has been no movement for 10,000 years.

Could it be that the layout man 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-level holy weapon had been taken away.

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

That's the most important thing.

The true dust is about to come, and Su Ming is thinking about various ways 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 that even if there were twelve Holy Emperors, just one of them would be able to easily kill the Holy King." ”

"And now, we have been banned for 10,000 years, and the Holy Soul has been broken and incomplete, and it takes a long time to cultivate, so we can't kill the Holy King. ”

That's true.

"The master is in trouble?"

"Two days later, the True Dust King of the Holy Spirit Holy Land will descend. “

Holy Spirit Sanctuary?

One of the Four Holy Sites?

Hearing the words Holy Spirit Holy Land, the butcher's face completely changed, looking at the entire burial world, who didn't know the people of the Four Holy Lands.

Who dares to provoke the Four Holy Lands?

Communicate with the system immediately and enter the system store.

Coming to the Formation category.

Su Ming looked at the formations one by one, and finally locked on a formation called the Ten Thousand Saints Burial Emperor Array.

Consuming the villain value exchange formation, Su Ming finally had confidence in his heart, if Zhenchen really dared to come, he would definitely let him be buried in the East Wasteland.

Two days later.

The ruins of the ancient city of Taihuang, the dust shrouded in it gradually dissipated, and everyone did not leave, but hid around the ancient city, wanting to see the battle between Zhenchen and Su Ming.

One is from one of the four holy places in the burial world, the holy king of the Holy Spirit Holy Land, the Ten Thousand Buddhas and Ancient Clans were destroyed, and Zhenchen was furious, and he did not hesitate to come thousands of miles.

One is a strong man who rose from the Northwest Regions to the Eastern Wilderness, subdued the Eight Ancient Clans, and single-handedly destroyed Buddha Xuan and others, and established the Dragon God Sect.

In the collision between the two, who can win?

This moment.

In the clouds above the ancient city of Taihuang, a young man in white sits on the top of the clouds, with a piano in front of him, stroking the piano with both hands, and the sound of the piano is long-standing, as if the white clouds are so intoxicating.

"In the face of the imminent arrival of the dignified Saint King powerhouse, Su Ming can still be so calm, it seems that he has already made up his mind, and there will be no suspense in this battle. ”

"We and the other ancient clans surrendered to the Dragon God Sect, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. ”

"How?"

"Su Ming is now dominating the Eastern Wilderness, according to this person's character and ambition, he will definitely not be satisfied with the land where the Eastern Wilderness is finished, and he will definitely fight in the burial realm in the future, and the consequences of our pursuit are worrying. ”

Li Tu shook his head and said: "Once the Heavenly Tomb was opened, Su Ming personally told me that in the future, when I come to the Eastern Wilderness, your Futu Ancient Clan can stay in peace, and promise me that in the future, your Futu Ancient Clan can follow me to drink soup." ”

Li Tu Yixi remembered the former Su Ming, the momentum with which he said this.

How long has it been before and after, Su Ming has already done it.

Exactly.

Li Tu's voice said firmly: "I am willing to fight with Su Ming in the Burial Realm, once we are a hero, we can enter the Burial Realm." ”

All the patriarchs and elders stopped talking, and listened to Li Tu's words one by one, they all fell into silence, for many years, the Eight Ancient Clans have been dominating the Eastern Wilderness, and are content with the status quo, never thought that one day, they would follow someone to conquer the Burial Realm.

But you know.

The situation in the burial world is completely different from that of the Eastern Wilderness.

In the Eastern Wilderness, the Great Supreme is an invincible existence, and over the years, except for Su Ming, few Great Supremes have appeared, and even if there is, they are hiding in the shadows, or leaving the Eastern Wilderness to go to the Burial Realm, looking for a higher opportunity to break through the Holy Realm.

"Ning Xue, Su Ming's heart is higher than the sky, although I didn't know why he proposed to you, but because of you, he seems to hate you, and now you have two paths. ”

"Aunt Su, please speak. ”

Xuanyuan Ningxue was very unwilling and angry in her heart, she was high up and down since she was a child, when did she suffer this kind of humiliation.

"The first way, leave the Eastern Wilderness immediately, and return to the Burial Realm with me, with your talent and physique, I believe that there will be hope to win the Emperor Realm in the future. ”

"The second way, continue to lower your posture, hoping to get a trace of mercy from Su Ming, as for the result, it is unknown. ”

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

She already regretted it somewhat, 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 to the Burial Realm with you, and when I reach the Emperor Realm, it will be him Su Ming who begs me in turn. ”

"You're wise. ”

Everyone looked at the void of the ancient city, the young man sitting on the top of the clouds, dared to provoke one of the four holy places, the True Dust Saint King of the Holy Spirit Holy Land, Su Ming was known as the lord of the Eastern Wilderness, and everyone was convinced.

Except for Su Ming, who would dare to do this?

No one dares!

With a look of leisure, Su Ming stroked the piano with both hands, and the sound of the piano echoed for nine days.

Right now.

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

"It's coming!"

"The True Dust Saint King is finally here!"

All the people of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Ancient Clan have been exterminated, everyone looks at the black dot in the void, and everyone knows very well in their hearts that Zhenchen came from the Burial Realm to kill Su Ming.

This battle, for Su Ming, is definitely a battle of life and death.

This battle, for the Seven Ancient Clans, is also about whether they can regain their chances of freedom.

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

Of course, everyone knew what Su Ming relied on to subdue the remnant soul of all saints in the ancient altar, but the remnant soul of all saints was sealed for 10,000 years, and it took a long time to recover, and if you want to kill a real saint king, you will definitely not be able to do it in a short time.

Is Su Ming too arrogant?

On top of that, behind the True Dust is one of the four holy places.

Even if Su Ming can compete with the true dust, can he still resist the Holy Spirit Holy Land?

Buzzing!

A sound of Buddha chanting broke through the void and echoed in the void, and a half-old Buddha emerged from the endless Buddha's breath, with a red light on his face, with a 'swastika' mark on his forehead, and a Buddha statue faintly appeared behind him, exuding a Buddha power that seemed to be able to purify the world of all evils, making people have an urge to worship.

The holy power covered the sky, and the figure of Zhenchen slowly appeared, and the indifferent eyes contained endless killing intent rolling, and he came from thousands of miles to avenge the ancient clan.

He never thought that his race, the Ten Thousand Buddha Ancient Clan, would be buried in the hands of a young man, and even the patriarch of the Ten Thousand Buddha Ancient Clan, Buddha Xu, would be slaughtered.