The appearance of the East Wudao, the endless sea of people on the ground is full of doubts.

This man seems to be twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and he is four points similar to the white-haired boy before him, who is he? Could it be the father of the white-haired boy before?

No one touched their heads, and they looked at it with a confused mind.

"Sister, what do you think of this person?"

Zhu Baiyu asked in surprise.

"It's similar to the white-haired boy before, it's either his father or his brother or something. No matter who he is, he is undoubtedly powerful, with the temperament of a high-ranking person, and the majesty between his eyebrows, this person is not simple. "A beautiful woman in palace costumes, her eyes are shining.

There is no one at this time when the East has no way, it is the East before it.

Dongfang Wudao escaped an invisible energy, held Da Hei beside him, and glanced down at the underground sea of people.

Then he set his eyes on the golden portal in the distance.

"Desolate Dragon Holy Sect, I didn't expect that it would be time to recover. ”

Under countless gazes, he flew towards the portal, and everyone was sweating for him, wondering if he would be able to get in.

"Whoa!

After approaching the golden portal within 500 meters, three hundred-zhang long golden horses swept out of the door in a row, and the speed was so fast that in the eyes of the crowd, they arrived in front of Dongfang Wudao in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

The void roared, and I saw Dongfang Wudao burst out with a wave of gray energy all over his body, and he swung his fist to meet it without any fancy swing.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

In three dull sounds, the three golden martial arts that swept in front of him were all shattered by his three fists that broke through the air like lightning.

"Wow-"

The three golden exercises were shattered by Dongfang Wudao in this way, and countless exclamations suddenly sounded in this space, and it was unbelievable that such a powerful golden training was shattered in front of him.

The horror of the golden horse training before, everyone has witnessed it with their own eyes. Now being so weak in front of the white-haired man creates the illusion that they are weaker.

Strangely, after the three golden pi training were shattered by Dongfang Wudao, as he approached, the golden portal seemed to be quiet and no longer attacked.

This can't help but show a different color in the crowd, is there a sneak attack in the back?

However, the next thing is very strange, Dongfang Wudao has come to its closer, and I don't see it launch another attack, is it over? Or does this portal really have its own intelligence, knowing that its attack can't cause harm to this person, so it simply doesn't make a move?

Whatever the reason, Dongfang Wudao was already standing less than ten centimeters outside the golden gate at this time.

If an endless golden match burst out at this time, would he be able to kill him?

No one knows the answer.

A gray light curtain appeared from Dongfang Wudao's body, and then he stepped inside, and his figure disappeared in the eyes of everyone outside.

"Has the attack on the Golden Portal stopped?"

"Inside is the secret realm where the Desolate Dragon Holy Sect is located, and there are probably countless treasures to inherit, oh my God, are they all owned by the white-haired man?"

"Otherwise, you dare to fight? This world is already a world of the strong. ”

"One of my biggest concerns right now is that the land we are in is a sealed land, and when the aura will dry up in two hundred years, what will we do. ”

"Now I just hope that the white-haired man can leave us a way to live. ”

“......”

Seeing Dongfang Wudao disappear into the portal, the crowd in this space became vigilant in peace.

The dry up of the aura represents their next generation, and they will always become an ordinary person, no matter how bewitching their talent is, they can't escape this fact.

"Sister, we can't watch this land fall into the era of the end of the law in the future!"

As for the spiritual energy drying up in the next two hundred years, Zhu Bai Yu was very worried in his heart.

Like him at the peak of the Xuanwu Realm, he has a longevity of a thousand years, and a True Spirit Realm has a longevity of two hundred years.

The palace beauties shook her head: "That white-haired man, he is too strong, do you think he is from this place? For the future of this land, there is a certainty in the dark. ”

"That white-haired man has now entered the place where the Desolate Dragon Holy Sect is located, sister, what do you think he will do?" asked Zhu Baiyu with doubts in his heart.

The palace beauty said: "It's nothing more than taking what he wants, wait! ”

Not only are they talking about the future of this land, but the various big valve families in the Heaven Splitting King City are also worried about the future direction.

......

Stepping into the golden portal, there was no obstacle at all, and Dongfang Wudao easily passed through.

As far as the eye can see, it is dilapidated, and it is not as gold as imagined!

This secret space was about to be broken, and the sky was gray, spreading the traces of the sky.

Not an inch of grass is born, and dead silence is the theme here.

The dilapidated palace, the collapsed mountains, the crumbling earth, and the corpses and bones make up this ruined space.

In the air, not even a trace of aura could be felt, and even though it had been sealed for three thousand years, there was no treasure at all.

This made Dongfang Wudao a little disappointed, but there should be a lot of spirit stones, and he flew inside.

This is the secret realm where the Wild Dragon Holy Sect is located, the entire vast sect is no longer prosperous and glorious in the past, and there is no way to see a single intact building in the east.

There are human skeletons on the earth, and the rest of the skeletons are more than ten times larger than human beings, like the skeletons of giants.

Judging from these scenes, there must have been an extremely tragic battle here, and as for who the final victor was, perhaps only the parties concerned knew.

As they moved farther and farther into the depths, the bones they saw exuded an aura of terror.

"Kill, kill, kill—"

There are still some corpses, the only trace of soul power left, and the sound of shouting and killing is still being heard.

After going deep for half an hour, Dongfang Wudao actually saw a complete corpse, which was incorruptible for three thousand years, and it was so strong that he couldn't imagine it.

The one who fights with humans is really a giant.

These giants have a white complexion, and the smallest are ten times that of humans.

Dongfang looked at all this without waves, and this kind of scene couldn't touch his heart at all.

This man's heart is powerful and no one in the world can shake it.

After a quick depth, Dongfang Wudao arrived at the center of the Desolate Dragon Holy Sect.

Here, it was beaten into an abyss by a fierce battle, and within a radius of 10,000 miles, three or four thousand li became an abyss, and the rest of the place collapsed, spreading huge rifts.

Here, Dongfang Wudao saw a middle-aged man in tattered battle clothes and holding a spear, standing on the land, with a line of words engraved on the ground in front of him.

Despite being dead, the aura emanating from his corpse is still not accessible to ordinary people.

Dongfang Wudao stepped in front of the other party and looked at the line of words on the ground.

"The land of the burial gods, the alien resurgence, leave quickly!"