This kind of discussion stopped abruptly, because some people felt the back of their necks chill, and someone around them reminded them with eye hints.

These people quickly remembered after a brief stupefaction that the holiest group was still hidden in the dark, nearby.

People's attention was quickly attracted by the middle-aged man in front of Wang Hong, and they all looked over.

So far, he is the first one to come out of it.

People raised their ears and waited for him to speak.

Wang Hong swept his gaze around and then retracted it. He didn't even intend to hide it, and directly let the middle-aged man speak.

"It's the young master!"

The burly middle-aged man clasped his fists, then told in detail, telling what he had seen one by one.

Most of the content is no different from what everyone thinks, it is indeed a relic that has been reduced to ruins after battle.

"Can you find something most precious?" Someone couldn't wait to ask everyone the most concerned question.

"Not currently." The burly middle-aged man shook his head.

Everyone suddenly showed disappointment, but soon calmed down. Because according to what the burly middle-aged man just said, the ruins currently open are so long that there is no end in sight.

He estimated that it would be thousands of miles away.

And he just returned to report after walking dozens of miles.

"Is there a crisis?" someone asked again.

This is the second concern of people.

The burly middle-aged man nodded and said, "Yes." He told him that he was in danger after he had penetrated more than a dozen miles into the ruins, and three people died instantly.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know exactly what happened. I just watched the three people scream and turned into flying ash in less than a breath."

At this point, his eyes couldn't help showing a look of horror, and he obviously had lingering fears.

And these words made many people's expressions solemn.

"Sure enough, there are a lot of crises in this ruin!" Many people sighed in their hearts.

Even though practitioners have always been friends with death, this kind of crisis still makes people feel a little scalp numb.

"Young Master, be humble and ashamed!" The burly middle-aged man showed his guilt and clasped his fist towards Wang Hong. "Because I was worried about the accident, I did not investigate the cause of the death of the three in detail."

The cold wind blows, and Wang Hong's hair is flying, giving people a sense of primitive simplicity and wildness.

He has a broad forehead, brass skin, very strong and masculine.

At this moment, he was very calm and gentle, and said: "Don't blame you, it is more important to ensure your own safety."

Although this burly middle-aged man was a domestic slave in name, he was actually a person of Wang's blood.

Moreover, watching Wang Hong grow up from an early age, the relationship is very different, completely different from the relationship between Bai Chengzong and Fan Yi, and more like the relationship between the big demon Lan Chong and Jin Xuan.

They are called slaves, but in reality they are relatives and friends.

Soon, several servants of the children of various clans returned from the ruins, bringing new news to everyone.

But these news are similar to what the burly middle-aged man said, and there is nothing new.

By now, most of the people present are aware that there is indeed a danger in the ruins, but the danger is not big or small. As long as you are careful, there should be no big mistakes.

Everyone was eager to try.

"Would you like to wait?" Someone was relatively cautious, thinking that they could wait until all the servants who had gone in came out.

But some people were unwilling to wait any longer, and said, "I'm waiting for thousands of people to join hands. Unless many Holy Sages join forces, who can break?"