No matter what, as long as the Blood King is not destroyed, the ancient crisis will not be resolved.

For the ancient powers, this was a heavy burden that weighed heavily on their hearts.

Fortunately, the leader was super powerful and killed Mo Tao with one sword, bringing unlimited hope to the people.

After Mo Tao's death, the ancient chaos temporarily became quiet.

However, people have been paying close attention to the movements of the Blood King.

The North Sea is deserted and the waves are rough.

Terrible waves hit the sea level.

Thousands of miles under the sea, there is a dilapidated palace. The surroundings of the palace are extremely dilapidated, as if a world-shattering war had once occurred here.

The Blood King, dressed in a blood-red robe, stood with his hands behind his back, suspended in front of the ruined palace.

He stared at the ruined palace with burning eyes.

Wherever he looked, there was a vaguely broken altar, and there was a terrifying aura remaining around the altar.

No matter how violent the waves bombard the ruined palace, the water flow will weaken rapidly whenever it gets close to the altar.

On the altar, there were signs of being torn apart, and a faint light flickered.

"The breath of a saint?"

The Blood King's pupils widened in disbelief.

As a strong man in the Holy Realm, he understands the origin of water and can easily sense all the special smells in the sea water.

He can even use all the water sources in the world for his own use.

He could clearly feel that the aura of the saint remained on the altar.

The Saint is one of the strongest men who stood at the pinnacle of heaven and earth in ancient times.

It can be said that if the Supreme Chaos cannot emerge, the saint will be the invincible one in the holy realm.

Anyone who can be revered as a saint is a rare and peerless monster in the world.

"What a strong breath."

The Blood King can be sure that the aura remaining on the altar is definitely the aura of the saint.

Because he once saw a surviving saint in the ruins of the Battle of the Gods in the Blood Sea territory.

Although the strong man's energy and blood were dry and he was about to die, the aura he exuded was still beyond his imagination.

"What has happened to this world?"

The Blood King frowned and thought.

From the moment he entered the ancient chaos, he felt that he was extraordinary.

At this moment, after seeing the altar, his thoughts were strengthened.

A bold idea emerged in his mind.

He walked out slowly and walked towards the altar.

He wanted to go to the altar to see if he could find the saint's inheritance.

Buzz!

When his breath came into contact with the altar, the situation in the entire North Sea suddenly changed, and the signs of cracks on the altar quickly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the Blood King saw an astonishing scene.

On top of the altar, something appeared, it was... a sacrifice.

"Could this sacrifice be used to sacrifice the saint?"

His eyes fell on those sacrifices, and he was extremely trembling.

Every sacrifice can drive the saint crazy.

"Oh my God."

The Blood King was trembling all over and couldn't believe his eyes.

Unable to suppress his inner excitement, he stretched out his palm to take away the sacrifice.

However, he retracted his palm in an instant.

The sacrifices used to worship the saint are contaminated with the breath of the saint. How can ordinary people get involved at will?

He thought of what the sleeping saint in the Blood Sea once said to him: a saint should not be insulted, and anything contaminated with the saint's breath should not be touched.

Once touched, cause and effect will form.

The stronger your cultivation level, the more you fear cause and effect.

The relationship between cause and effect is the most mysterious. Once it is contaminated with the cause and effect of the saint, it will bring endless crises.

"call."

The Blood King took a deep breath and finally suppressed his inner thoughts.

However, he didn't intend to give up just yet.

He guessed that a saint once practiced here, and these sacrifices were used by the natives of this world to worship the saint.

They prayed that the saint could protect this world.

"Can't be reckless."

The Blood King rolled his eyes and thought of a possibility.

His wrist shook, and a water ball quickly condensed on his fingertips.

He controlled the water polo and slowly touched the altar.

Click!

Sure enough, as soon as it touched the altar, the water ball shattered.

continue!

The Blood King did not believe in evil and continued to experiment. Finally, after countless experiments, the water ball successfully entered the altar.

Tick ​​tock!

The water polo came to a copper bowl, and suddenly a drop of water fell.

Suddenly, the dull copper bowl emitted terrifying power, sweeping across the entire North Sea.

"not good."

When the Blood King saw this, he secretly screamed something bad. With a thought, his body collapsed, turned into water droplets, and merged into the North Sea.

Boom!

On the surface of the North Sea, there are rough waves.

With a bang, a water column rose into the sky, and the Blood King appeared and retreated to the shore.

He was soaked all over and his clothes were somewhat torn.

"So scary."

The Blood King was a little frightened. If he had escaped any slower just now, his life might have been decided there.

His deep eyes were staring at Beihai.

After a long time, he gave up the idea of ​​entering the North Sea again.

"With my current strength, it is almost impossible to step onto the altar."

The Blood King was ready to give up.

Buzz!

At this moment, his messenger jade pendant sounded.

Immediately afterwards, he received news that Mo Tao was dead.

Before entering Beihai, he suppressed several humans and asked them to help inquire for information.

The news of Mo Tao's death came from them.

"What?"

The Blood King exclaimed.

Although Mo Tao is not as strong as him, he is still very strong among the pseudo-sages.

One step away from the true saint.

Even if he faced Mo Tao, he would not be absolutely sure to kill him.

"Aren't the supreme rules of this world incomplete? Why do such strong men appear?"

Thinking of the saint's altar deep in the North Sea, he was even more horrified, thinking that this world was very unusual.
To be continued...