Supreme Conquering System

Desolate world.

An extremely old and extremely declining Zhongqian world.

In this world, the ancient saints do not exist, and the saints are hard to find.

Budo is extremely lonely!

Whenever there is a law of sanctification, a **** storm will be set off in the entire barren world.

For example, this time, the inheritance of the ten thousand sages of the ancient times is now present, and countless powerhouses in the barren world are moving by the wind.

West Desert.

The extreme west of the barren world.

"call!"

The sky was full of yellow sand, and the wind howled.

There are only wind and sand covering the sky, as well as endless deserts. It is very barren and there are no traces of creatures everywhere.

In the desert, only a large piece of ancient ruins stand!

There are ruined walls and wind and sand everywhere. If it were not for their lives, there would be no people willing to set foot in this barren area.

"boom!"

At this time, a figure shot from the distant sky.

As soon as I look closer, I can see that this is a young man who is not very old, but 27 or 18 years old, who is slightly immature.

The young man has a strong physique, and his bronzed skin is shining brightly under the sun.

It's just that the youth at this moment is covered with blood and scars!

"Huh!"

Behind him, there are dozens of figures who are driving the escape light.

Everyone is amazing, or purple flames skyrocketing, or sword energy rushing into the sky, or golden light, they can destroy the city and the land with every gesture!

If there are experts in the Desolate Realm here, you can recognize these as the Feathered Venerables of all forces in the Desolate Realm!

Everyone is standing on the top of the barren world!

"Mo Xiaoyou, you can't escape the palm of our hands, don't do unnecessary struggles, and obediently hand over the inheritance of the sage.

We can keep your whole body and reunite with your family! "

One of them, a man in a mysterious robe like gold and iron, spoke loudly.

His voice was like rolling thunder, shaking with a roar of thousands of miles!

"Bah, silver thief, you kill my whole family, this hatred is not shared!

Don't let the little master survive, in the future, little master, I will surely send you a real cloud, and I will make you smooth in one fell swoop, without leaving one! "

The young man who was fleeing quickly gritted his teeth and cursed.

His face is full of hatred!

He was originally a disciple of a big clan, and he was very talented and handy in martial arts practice.

Later, he was fortunate to get the inheritance of the ten thousand sages.

Known as the first genius in the barren world, the most promising tianjiao in the sacred realm for thousands of years!

At that time, when he was young, he was proud of the spring breeze, but a conspiracy shrouded him. He got the inheritance of the ten thousand sage, and he accidentally leaked it out.

This matter was learned by the nine major factions of the Desolate Realm and sent people to kill it!

Not only did he kill his whole family, but even the sect behind him was also crushed, leaving him alone, carrying a deep hatred of blood!

And now, he was also discovered by the nine major factions, and he was chased down here.

"Huh, junior, do you think you can live today?"

The eyes of the man in the Xuanpao were gloomy, like ten thousand years of ice, condensing killing intent.

This junior has been practicing martial arts for twenty years, and he has stepped into the realm of heaven and human.

Besides, the inheritance of the Saints of Ten Thousand Dharma lies in this son.

This son will kill!

"boom!"

The man in the Xuan Robe punched in the air, shaking the void and shaking thousands of miles.

"puff!"

The youth was caught off guard, and was instantly knocked off the sky by this punch.

Blood in the desert!