Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go Chapter 120: Sign in with 7-star rewards, the emperor’s life sword, the mysterious fallen saint…
"Ding, congratulations to the host, get a seven-star reward, the Emperor's Years Sword!"
As the system's voice fell, Jun Xiaoyao was suddenly cut apart in the void in front of him.
Immediately, an ancient sword with a simple meaning appeared in front of Jun Xiaoyao.
This ancient sword is similar to the ancient sword Jun Xiaoyao saw on Yang Pan before.
It's just that the emperor spirit sword is filled with vitality, and the sword is also carved with millions of people.
And this Sword Emperor's Years and Years Sword, the whole body is flowing with the meaning of simple and long-term years.
On this sword, what is carved is the rotation of the sun and the moon, the changing of the four seasons, the turning of the sky and the stars, and the passage of time.
Just looking at it gives a sense of vicissitudes.
"Interesting, I didn't expect to get one of Panhuang's three swords."
Rao is Jun Xiaoyao's calm and calm character, and it is rare to show joy at this moment.
Although the sign-in reward is random, sometimes, it seems to be somewhat related to the sign-in place.
There is no pattern in this.
But no matter what, the ability to get the seven-star reward, and the sword of the emperor's years, is definitely a surprise for Jun Xiaoyao.
"Have I evolved from a non-chief to the European emperor?" Jun Xiaoyao muttered.
The last time he signed in at the Suzaku Palace, he only received a four-star award.
Slightly shook his head, Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and held the Panhuang Years Sword.
Suddenly, he felt a wave of time flowing.
His whole arm seems to be aging in time.
At this moment, the twenty large Luo fairy bones in his arm shined brightly, resisting the erosion of this force of time.
"Interestingly, if someone else gets this Emperor Years Sword, it will be difficult to use for a while." Jun Xiaoyao said.
The power of time is very mysterious and terrifying.
If most people approach this Emperor Years Sword, they are afraid that they will age immediately.
Unless it is some strong person who can support it with its own strength.
Jun Xiaoyao's thoughts moved slightly, holding the Panhuang Years Sword, and randomly chopped off the bronze puppets behind with a sword.
In an instant, a semi-imaginary sword light swept across, and the bronze puppets began to decay and age, and then turned into patina powder on the ground.
"It's really strong." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.
With his current realm, he can't exert much power of the Panhuang Years Sword.
But with a random sword, the power is extremely powerful.
Suddenly, the supreme bone in Jun Xiaoyao's chest trembled again, as if it resonated.
"The supreme bone has changed again, last time because of the reincarnation Daojin." Jun Xiaoyao muttered.
Thinking about it this way, the next supernatural power of the Supreme Bone seems to be related to the power of reincarnation.
"It seems that I will be free later, I have to go to the Holy Spirit Academy to find out whether the reincarnation of the Holy Spirit can transform my supreme bone." Jun Xiaoyao said to himself.
He incorporated the Panhuang Years Sword into the space artifact.
"If the Pan Martial God Lord knows the Pan Emperor Years Sword he has worked so hard to find, I will get it when I sign in. I am afraid it will vomit blood?" Jun Xiaoyao couldn't help but smile.
At the moment, the Panhuang Life Spirit Sword is in Yang Pan's hands.
The Sword of Emperor Pan Huang is in the hands of Jun Xiaoyao.
In the end, only Panhuang Void Sword was left.
"Not in a hurry, the reason why I kept Yang Pan alive is not to use him as a coolie to find the Panhuang Void Sword. I will just grab him at that time."
Jun Xiaoyao is an exhaustive plan, and he has long thought of a successor.
The only value of Yang Pan's life is to help him find the last Panhuang Void Sword.
The warrior master of the pan obviously also had this idea.
But Jun Xiaoyao doesn't mind, no one can take what he wants.
"It's not a trip for nothing just because of the Emperor Years Sword." Jun Xiaoyao continued on.
Even if in the end, Jun Xiaoyao did not find the opportunity for the transformation of the Eucharist vision, he would have no regrets.
A sword is back.
After getting rid of those bronze puppets, Jun Xiaoyao also continued to go deep into Panwuling.
The ancient temple is covered with thick dust.
Most of the temples are empty.
Obviously, the fate inside has long been searched by Panwu Shenchao.
As for the sacred pills, treasure medicines, holy medicines, princely weapons, etc. that were occasionally left behind, Jun Xiaoyao didn't care at all.
At this moment, a special palace suddenly appeared in Jun Xiaoyao's vision.
The palace is located in one of the most remote corners in the depths of Panwu Mausoleum, surrounded by piles of grass.
There are even some chains outside, enclosing that area, as if you don't want people to approach it.
"Hey...that's..." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes dimmed.
In this Wuling, most places, you can see traces that someone has explored.
Only that one temple seems to be unmanned.
Besides, there seems to be a **** mist lingering around.
What makes Jun Xiaoyao curious is not only the abnormal appearance of the palace.
It's even more because his ridiculous ancient sacred body, vaguely, actually had a slight reaction.
Jun Xiaoyao must be in his heart, just stepping away.
He pushed open the door of the temple, and it was pitch black inside.
A gloomy wind blows out, and most people are absolutely scared, but Jun Xiaoyao is indifferent.
His ancient sacred body restrains all demons and evil spirits and dark power, so it is not vain~IndoMTL.com~ At this moment, deep in the darkness, the sound of chains rang out.
It feels like something imprisoned in chains starts to move.
"Huh?" Just when Jun Xiaoyao was concentrating.
A **** fist wind suddenly exploded from the depths of the darkness.
At the same time, there was a roar like a beast.
"What the hell?"
Jun Xiaoyao pushed his right arm horizontally, and the twenty big Luo fairy bones shone out, and the extremely sacred breath came out, colliding with the **** fist wind.
Boom!
There was a shock, and the whole palace was shaking.
In the light of Daluo's fairy bone, he also clearly saw the figure in front of him.
It was a figure with long hair hanging down to the ground like a savage.
A pair of scarlet eyes, full of chaos and mania.
But what makes Jun Xiaoyao care about is not the image of the wild man, but his physique.
It turned out to be an ancient sacrament!
Boom!
After the collision, Jun Xiaoyao and the savage figure retreated at the same time.
Jun Xiaoyao's arms are all tingling.
"Fortunately, there is the blessing of Daluo Immortal Bone and Idol's Prison Guarding Force, otherwise the result is unpredictable." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were very solemn.
In the depths of this Wuling, inside the forbidden palace.
How could a ridiculous ancient Eucharist appear?
And it's not an ordinary ancient eucharist.
This ridiculous ancient Eucharist feels like a fallen Eucharist after some transformation and mutation.
Yes, it's the fallen Eucharist!
Because the blood of the Eucharist is bright and sacred gold, while the blood of the fallen Eucharist is an ominous dark red.
"This fallen Eucharist is definitely not Emperor Panwu, what kind of existence is it?"
Jun Xiaoyao's heart is full of doubts.