The formation qi cover condensed by the remnant soul of all saints unexpectedly appeared countless cracks.

Collapse!

Disappear!

The dazzling light stretched across the sky, and the clouds were like boiling water.

At this time.

A body emerged from the crack, reaching a thousand feet, exuding a terrifying aura that made people palpitate, and an eternal desolate aura rushed and roared.

The body covers the sky and the sun.

A terrifying aura spread wildly towards the surroundings.

Thundered!

Between heaven and earth, a roar sounded, setting off bursts of breath and a sandstorm swept the entire sky!

Quiet!

Heaven and earth are silent!

Everyone looked at the void scene, not knowing what was going on, where did the body come from?

When did such a powerful ontology appear in the Eastern Wilderness.

"Who's the rat?"

Standing proudly on the top of the clouds, pointing to the sky!

Su Ming had a self-respecting momentum, not moved by the body in front of him at all, and the remnant souls of all saints returned, all gathered behind him, and the vast holy power spanned the long river of time and space.

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

The king is in the Eastern Wilderness, and the momentum fills the entire void!

The majestic and cold voice slowly floated out, echoing throughout the sky for a long time.

"Holy Spirit Holy Land, Holy Seed Leaf Escape!"

Holy Spirit Sanctuary?

Son?

Hearing the self-introduction of Wanzhang's body, everyone was completely in an uproar, especially when they saw Zhenchen kneeling down and shouting, "Meet the young patriarch." ”

Holy Land of the Holy Spirit, one of the four holy places in the burial world.

Su Ming understood the meaning of the Holy Son, and had also heard that the four holy lands all had their own holy sons, but the person who could be called the young patriarch, I am afraid that there was only one person in the entire holy land.

They are also all sons of God, and there are also high and low.

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

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

[System prompt: Ye Xiaoyao belongs to the son of luck, the luck level is blue, there is an ancient holy body, and there is a sign-in reward system, this time the sign-in place is the ancient city of Taihuang in the Eastern Wilderness, please be careful with the host]

Sure enough

is also a child of luck with a system, and the luck level is still green.

Looking at the entire Eastern Wilderness, the highest-level son of luck is only the green level.

Ye Xiaoyao, from the Holy Spirit Holy Land, the son of the patriarch, the young patriarch of the Holy Land, the powerhouse of the Holy Emperor Realm, was born with a desolate ancient holy body, and was praised by the Holy Land as the first genius in ten thousand years.

With a handsome face, a strong background, his own super strength, and a plug-in against the sky, this holy son is a high-ranking and sensational existence wherever he goes.

[Drop, the system reminds the host that the other party is also the son of luck, and the host signs in the East Wilderness, defeats the other party, and gets a reward]

The voice of the system sounded in his head, Ye Xiaoyao smiled indifferently, of course he knew that this world was not only a son of luck for him, but also dozens of sons of luck who had died in his hands, and the son of luck of the little Eastern Wilderness, he had never taken it to heart at all.

"Let him go. ”

There is no doubt about the tone of command, the difference in identity, status, and strength, and the other party is an ant-like existence in his eyes.

What about the Son of Luck?

Everyone held their breath and looked at the body of the void, the Holy Son of the Holy Land, who was high above, had the unfathomable strength of the whole body, and he dared not obey the Eastern Wilderness, in everyone's opinion, even if Su Ming was the master of the Eastern Wilderness, he should not dare to disobey Ye Xiaoyao's words.

The difference between the identities of Zhenchen and Ye Xiaoyao is not a star and a half.

The original worship and expectation of Su Ming have somewhat declined.

"Do you think Sect Master Su will choose to back down?"

"I don't know. ”

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

A sigh.

Facing Ye Xiaoyao's Desolate Ancient Holy Body, Su Ming seemed a little thin, but he stood proudly in the heaven and earth, without taking the slightest step back.

"You're ordering me?"

The indifferent voice contained killing intent, Su Ming looked at the body in front of him, the Ancient Holy Body and the Demon Heart Dragon Bone he owned, thinking about it, it must be much stronger than his own Demon Heart Dragon Bone.

"Yes. ”

"I, Su Ming, am the lord of the Eastern Wilderness, and this is my territory. ”

"What?" The contemptuous voice made Ye Xiaoyao a little curious, not knowing what Su Ming wanted in front of him, after all, the gap between them was there.

The indifference that belonged to the Holy Son of the Holy Land, the kind of indifference that looked down on the sky, made everyone's hearts tremble.

"No, I'll 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 shock, so arrogant, wasn't he afraid of the Holy Son of the Holy Land at all?

Surprise!

Nodding with satisfaction, Ye Xiaoyao looked down at Su Ming, and said with a smile: "Yes, it is worthy of being the son of luck in the Eastern Wilderness, to be able to come to this day, your luck can only converge in the Eastern Wilderness, today this Holy Son came, just because there is something to do, read it for your pretty good sake, I will give you a chance, kneel down and surrender, in the future, the Eastern Wilderness will be your world, and the grievances between you and Zhenchen will be written off." ”

Is surrendering to the Son a blessing or a curse? The benevolent see the benevolent and the wise see the wise.

Some people are willing to surrender, after all, they can climb to the sky in one step, so as to climb the towering tree of the Holy Land.

Some people are unwilling, they would rather become the lord of the Eastern Wilderness than surrender to the Holy Land of the Burial Realm.

Personal choice.

Bang!

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

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

The sky is full of blood mist, and with one stroke, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances.

Gradually.

An incomparably huge blood-colored 'battle' word was written in the void, and Zhenchen's corpse fell from the void and smashed to the ground.

War!

Scarlet War Letter!

The word 'war' written in the blood of the real dust was fierce and domineering, and the terrifying killing aura rose to the sky, breaking through the layers of void and plunging straight into the sky, and the violent battle intent gathered frantically from all around, condensing around Su Ming's body, condensing from the void, turning into a substantial-like desolate war beast, roaring wantonly in the sky, shaking the entire heaven and earth.

This moment.

Su Ming was like the supreme god of war descending from the Nine Heavens, proud of the world, the cold light shot out of his cold eyes penetrated the layers of space, and the battle intent on his body continued to rise, and quickly merged with the battle intent condensed around him, forming a terrifying battle intent beast.

Everyone was completely boiling, no one would have thought that Su Ming would finally choose to fight, after all, Ye Xiaoyao's identity is too special, both the background and the strength are there, far from being comparable to the Eastern Wilderness.