Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go Chapter 148: Continuously breaking 3 levels of records, like a miracle, the heart of the great elder is dripping…
"It turned out to be the Son of God."
Unexpectedly, the senior elder of the academy, not only was not angry, but showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and slightly arched his hand at Jun Xiaoyao.
He had been told by the dean and deputy dean of the academy for a long time not to provoke the king's **** son, just treat him as a plague **** and hide as far as he can.
But now, looking at the two wounded saints, the elder also had to stand up.
Seeing the powerful saint masters, they all sighed at Jun Xiaoyao and Yan Yue, and the monks from all the powers around him.
"The Great Elder..." Yin Yang Shengzi and the others turned pale.
They were just fortunate that there will be a great elder upholding justice for them.
As a result, the great elders are even more counseled.
"Never mind, it's entertainment." Jun Xiaoyao stepped into the void and began to ascend the ninety-nine level ladder.
People like Jin Wing Xiaopeng King and others are very cautious in breaking through these three levels.
If they are not careful, they may overturn the car.
And Jun Xiaoyao, looks calm and leisurely, as if on a walk.
There are countless monks in the audience, their eyes are converging, they don't blink, and they don't want to miss a picture.
They were curious before, whether Jun Xiaoyao, who is unparalleled in talent, could break the record of ancient outstanding people, and now he could finally solve his doubts in his happiness.
Hua Xiqing's clear eyes did not blink, and followed the white figure closely.
Compared with the two holy sons, she, the holy woman, has kept herself safe and has not been affected.
Jun Xiaoyao's white clothes are peerless, with fluttering robes, like a fairy in nine days.
He kept walking, stepping up the stairs step by step, never slowing down from start to finish.
Even after stepping on the seventieth floor, the pressure doubles, as if a mountain is pressing down, Jun Xiaoyao's speed is the same as before.
This kind of pressure is too pediatric for Jun Xiaoyao, who is pregnant with the ancient sacrament and cultivates the power of idols to restrain prison.
Undoubtedly, Jun Xiaoyao directly broke through the 90th floor.
"Sure enough, I stepped onto the ninetieth floor!" Many monks shouted, but they were not surprised.
The strength of Jun Xiaoyao is undoubtedly normal. Stepping onto the ninetieth floor should be a normal operation.
But after these ninety levels, it's difficult.
"After the ninety levels of the ladder, each level is more than ten times the previous pressure, the son of the Jun family, can you pass it?" the elder secretly asked.
To be honest, he does want to see Jun Xiaoyao deflated.
After all, this son of God was so prestigious that he lost a lot of face in the Holy Spirit Academy.
However, the facts are destined to disappoint this great elder.
Jun Xiaoyao lifted up his divine light, like a white-clothed **** king approaching a pass, every step he took, the void vibrated like a drum of war.
Boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Jun Xiaoyao breathed out and took nine steps in a row.
He stepped on the most difficult nine steps!
Shock!
Stupefied!
Unbelievable!
All the disciples, deacons, and even the great elders of the Holy Spirit College looked dull.
As people in the academy, they know the difficulty of these ninety-nine floors.
But now, Jun Xiaoyao easily cleared the level and reached the top!
In the sky, there is light and rain falling, auspicious and strange beasts manifesting, and ancient figures and phantoms flickering, as if worshipping Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao stepped on the ninety-nine level ladder.
The Golden Winged Xiaopeng King, his expression froze.
Ye Xingyun couldn't help taking a deep breath.
Xiaoxi Tianfozi's face became stiff.
The record they did not break was easily broken by Jun Xiaoyao.
And it looks like it can’t be easier.
"Next level."
Jun Xiaoyao didn't stop in the slightest, and went straight to the second level.
The second level is to ring the thick ancient bell.
Before the Golden Winged Xiaopeng King, it only buzzed fifteen times.
"I think the Emperor's Son is very likely to reach the 18-ring record!" A Tianjiao shouted, with excitement.
They are witnessing a miracle!
Some monks' eyes flickered, and they were also guessing that Jun Xiaoyao might break the record again, reaching eighteen rings.
Jun Xiaoyao directly urged the idol to suppress prison power, and blasted out!
Ninety thousand giant elephant particles, plus 10,000 dragon elephant particles, a full 1.9 billion catties of monstrous supernatural power, burst out from among Jun Xiaoyao's fists.
At the same time, there was a phantom dragon elephant, which burst out with this punch.
Dragon and elephant are the ultimate power, representing a kind of supreme mighty power.
Jun Xiaoyao is the incarnation of this supreme mighty power!
Boom...
Jun Xiaoyao's punch fell on the ancient bell, making a dull sound.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the next sound.
However, there is no...
After a sound, the ancient bell seemed to be silent, and there was no sound.
"What's the matter?" Many people were astonished and dumbfounded.
Why is there only one sound?
This is totally inconsistent with their estimates, and it's a huge difference.
"Impossible, no matter how the prince's son, it is impossible to just let the ancient bell ring?"
The Tianjiao who guessed that Jun Xiaoyao could break the record before couldn't help saying.
Yinyang Shengzi, Xia Lan and others, although they don't know the reason, this does not prevent their faces from showing sarcasm.
On the contrary, the Golden Winged Xiaopeng King, Ye Xingyun and others felt that something was wrong.
Jun Xiaoyao's face was pale, and he withdrew his fist.
"The third level..."
Jun Xiaoyao stepped directly to the third pass without any explanation, leaving everyone behind.
Just when everyone was extremely confused.
Crack...
A faint cracking sound rang.
A crack appeared on the ancient bell.
It seemed to have caused a chain reaction, with continuous clicking sounds.
The whole ancient clock broke into countless pieces in the eyes of everyone's shocking eyes!
At this moment, this world seems deadly silent!
Yinyang Shengzi and Xia Lan's sarcasm smile froze, looking very funny.
Even the great elders of the Holy Lord realm have a tingling scalp.
Ancient clock, broken!
At this time, everyone looked at Jun Xiaoyao's back, as if paying homage to a god!
"The son of the Jun family is simply the appearance of a **** and a man, a natural born emperor!" A Tianjiao couldn't help roaring excitedly.
Jun Linglong, Wu Mingyue, Jun Zhanjian, Yiyu and others also showed an unprecedented cult of worship.
Even that Hua Xiqing, the spiritual eyes shone brilliantly.
The arrogances she had seen before, couldn't even compare to a finger of Jun Xiaoyao.
As for the son of Yin and Yang and Xia Lan?
Don't talk about it, they can't even bear the trick of Jun Xiaoyao's followers.
The whole Holy Spirit Academy is boiling, and many monks, Qi Qi followed behind Jun Xiaoyao, wanting to see his last pass, leaping over the dragon gate.
At this moment~IndoMTL.com~ the elder slapped his forehead suddenly and whispered: "No, it's dangerous!"
He was not referring to Jun Xiaoyao, but the Golden Horned Flood Dragons that were raised in the lake.
That's what he raised!
However, when the Great Elder came back to his back.
In the distant place where the Dragon Gate was leaped, there was already another exclamation.
Jun Xiaoyao smashed his fist, and the golden idol crashed into the lake, directly quaking all the golden horned dragons in the lake to death.
Don't leave one!
One does not live!
"Fuck!"
The great elder pulled his drake-like voice, roared up to the sky, and burst into vulgarity, his old eyes were red and his heart was bleeding.
They were all the baby pets he took care of and cultivated, and they were all **** dead by Jun Xiaoyao!