However, there are ready-made existences here, and at least the blood of the saints can survive to this day, and even a lot of rules are incorporated into the blood.

It is more precious than the ready-made blood of a saint, it is poison to others, but it is a great tonic for him.

Now this demon god body is only in the saint realm, but if it is a battle, it can be comparable to the saint king, but these words are not enough.

On this day, as soon as the night fell, a vibrating sound sounded, spreading throughout the surrounding dynastic tribes.

"It's hard to return to eternity, thousands of years have passed, and you will be lost!"

A faint sigh sounded in the minds of countless dynastic beings, especially the people around the Blood Sword Pool, which was even more obvious.

The desolation from the voice made countless people seem to dream back to the era before the ages, which was the era of countless conquests and the fall of countless strong men.

"This voice is coming from the Blood Sword Pool!"

"Could it be that something has happened to the Blood Sword Pool!?"

"Before the formation of the Blood Sword Pool, it is said that a large tomb was once buried here!"

"What, is there a strong man's tomb about to be born, looking at the posture is at least the level of a saint."

........

The voices of discussion sounded, but the words were very excited, the tomb of the saint may not be anything to those big forces.

However, in the eyes of the forces under the Sanhe and the first-class, they are red-eyed, and if they can get the inheritance of the saints, maybe they can go further.

No matter how bad it is, it can also increase its own heritage, and for a while, the surrounding nearby dynasties are surging.

"Has the Blood Sword Pool changed?!"

Zi Ningbing, who was originally in a somewhat depressed mood, was ready to leave, but the sudden change made her stop again.

She couldn't help but think of the figure last night, and that strange man was too calm to speak.

"Does it all have anything to do with him?!"

Zi Ningbing couldn't help but have a trace of ridiculous thoughts in her heart, but now that she thinks about it, there are really a lot of doubts.

But in any case, the thought in her heart that she wanted to leave this place was stopped, after all, it was likely to be lively.

As for the grand event in the Eastern Continent, there is still a period of time, so there is no need to worry at all, and Uncle Wang on the other side is secretly bitter in his heart.

This little ancestor has already decided to leave, and now there is such an accident, although he naturally has an extraordinary attraction to him in the realm of the Saint's Tomb God King.

But he knew more that there was no free lunch in the world, and everyone was blinded by the saint's mausoleum, and he would not forget that even the saint did not dare to enter the blood sword pool.

"It's definitely not just a saint's tomb."

Uncle Wang had a judgment at the first time, but the judgment was judgment, his own young lady did not leave, and he forced it to be useless.

This time, when my sister went out, I played more of a protective role than leading the way, and secretly made a decision in my heart that if there was any abnormality, I would take my own young lady away.

.......

"No matter how small a mosquito is, it's meat!"

In the depths of the Blood Sword Pool, a glimmer of light flashed above Ning Ye's eyes and he muttered, it was naturally good to be able to attract more people.

Therefore, he blocked most of the leaking breath of the mausoleum first, and the previous sentence was even more imitated by him, in order to attract the attention of the surrounding dynasty creatures.

True and false, false and true, who can tell the difference, if it weren't for his lack of strength, why bother so much.

For the lives of these beings that may fall here, Ning Ye does not have the slightest burden in his heart, if he does not choose to be greedy, he will naturally be able to survive.

Then Ning Ye began to control the ancient sword, and the blood mist around the blood sword pool began to gradually dissipate, and the eyes of the creatures who had already rushed here lit up.

"The Saint's Mausoleum is about to be born, otherwise this blood mist wouldn't have dissipated so quickly according to the previous time!"

A powerful creature who had been paying attention to the Blood Sword Pool for a long time spoke up, with a hint of surprise in his tone, if there were some strange things, then there would definitely be no business for them.

After all, although strange things are good, most of them are useless for the strong, but businessmen can make a lot of money, and now it is different.

The tomb of the saint is an opportunity for them, and if they can get the opportunity to enter it when most of them are not rushing over, then they may be able to go further.

Great powers, god kings, saints, step by step, in other words, one step to the sky, especially those who have been stuck in this realm for a long time.

The diameter of the Blood Sword Pool is only a few thousand meters, but today it is approaching countless people, even on weekdays, within a hundred meters is already a taboo distance.

"What's that?!"

The sharp-eyed person walking in front of him instantly noticed the change in the blood sword pool and exclaimed.

I saw that the blood-colored waves above the blood sword pool were constantly rolling, and I must know that this blood pool was as calm as water on weekdays, and now there was such a change.

The smell of blood in the air made the faces of many creatures who approached this place a little pale, because the smell was too strong.

Which of the powerhouses present was not immune to this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, but now there is still such a feeling.

"How many creatures have fallen here!"

It was difficult to read the voice of a middle-aged powerhouse on his face, but no one answered him.

The more creatures that fell, the more dangerous it was here, but before they could think about it, the blood-colored waves of the Blood Sword Pool parted paths.

Appearing in front of everyone was a passage to nowhere, and a trace of greed flashed in everyone's eyes, and they took a deep breath.

"This is definitely the gateway to the saint's mausoleum."

A voice sounded, and then everyone echoed, but the next voice made everyone stunned.

"If the Blood Sword Pool doesn't open this mausoleum a long time ago, or if it doesn't open it later, someone has already entered it."

There was a hint of doubt in their voices, but many people's hearts sank, and some people had to enter it one step before them.

Isn't this the fact that the contents have all entered this person's pocket, this possibility is not impossible, after all, the blood sword pool will not be opened sooner or later, but it will be opened at this time.

For a while, these people couldn't help but get anxious in their hearts, and they flew towards the underground entrance.

"Don't grab it, I'm going to be the first to enter!"

"Don't squeeze it, you're not going to get anything."

.....

The words were mixed, and many people rushed into the entrance, but now it seems that although it is harmonious, they have not moved, just because there is no matter of interest.