Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go Chapter 242: Fahai and Yang Pan appeared, the entrance of 10 rifts

At this moment, all the Immortal Realm Tianjiao staying in the Ten Places of the Lower Realm are looking up at the sky.

They also understand that the greatest opportunity in the lower realm is about to come.

This kind of opportunity, even in Xianyu, is rare in thousands of years.

Therefore, many Immortal Realm Tianjiao are also gearing up, eager to try.

On a certain continent.

In a sacred place, there is the sound of chanting, and the Buddha's name is chanting.

Countless creatures, surrounded by a Buddhist hall, worshipped a figure in the Buddhist hall devoutly.

That figure is a handsome young monk wearing a golden robe.

It is Xiaoxi Tianfozi, Fahai.

At this moment, behind him, there is a faintly figure of Buddha, but the Buddha is faintly entwined with blood.

At the same time, behind Fahai's head, there is also the power of incense faith gathering and turning into a circle of gods.

In the ring of the gods, it seems that there is the chanting sound of endless creatures, which is extremely mysterious.

At a certain moment, Fahai opened his eyes and looked towards the sky, with a calm and calm smile on his face, and a faint blood fluttering under his eyes.

"It's finally here, the greatest opportunity in the lower realm." Fahai muttered in his heart, his face very calm.

During this period of time in the Lower Realm, he grew rapidly, not only condensing the power of belief among all beings.

I thoroughly discovered the special physique of my Buddha body and demon heart.

Instead of suppressing the devil's heart, he discovered the greatest power of the devil's heart and blended with the Buddha's body.

Buddha and demons are one, invincible in the world!

Now Fahai is very confident.

If he confronts Shangjun Xiaoyao again, he will definitely not be as embarrassed and vulnerable as he was in the Tiandao Tower before.

"This final opportunity belongs to my Fahai." Fa Hai's eyes shot blood.

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On another continent, somewhere by chance, a **** battle is breaking out.

All the Tianjiao in the lower realm are besieging one person.

That figure, dressed in a dark and ferocious skylight armor, is holding a sharp sharp spear.

At the same time, there is an endless sword intent in the body, shattering the void in all directions.

He shot through the holes and directly penetrated the chests of several Tianjiao, a batch of vigorous.

For a moment, all the arrogances in this place of opportunity were slaughtered by this figure.

If Jun Xiaoyao is here, he will certainly be familiar with this figure.

It is the champion of Panwu God Dynasty, Yang Pan!

He also went to the lower realm very early, in order to obtain the opportunity of the lower realm and to find the remaining three swords of the Emperor Pan.

"It's finally here. The Panhuangsheng Spirit Sword in my body has a hunch, and the whereabouts of the other two swords must be related to the fissures of the ten worlds." Yang Pan's eyes showed sharp edges.

He has always been unwilling to accept Jun Xiaoyao as his goal.

The only chance to surpass Jun Xiaoyao is in the fissures of the ten realms.

So Yang Pan also made up his mind this time.

If he doesn't fight this time, he will be left behind by Jun Xiaoyao.

The changes in the Ten Realms have attracted everyone's attention.

This is a catastrophe for the creatures in the lower realm.

Because the aura of heaven and earth is absorbed, the aura on the mainland is very scarce.

It is even more difficult to practice.

It is obviously very difficult for those saints who want to live for a long time to survive in the era of lack of spiritual energy.

So this is a heavy blow to the creatures in the lower realm.

But for Xianyu Tianjiao, this is the beginning of a great opportunity.

They don't have pity for the creatures in the lower world.

When they get the chance, they just pat their buttocks back to Xianyu.

Such a change lasted more than ten days.

After more than ten days, the aura of ten continents finally stopped dispersing.

But it is almost consumed.

At a certain moment, Jun Xiaoyao suddenly felt something and took out the sachet.

Vaguely, the smell of this sachet seems to resonate with a certain place, as if it is about to lead Jun Xiaoyao.

"Finally started."

Jun Xiaoyao's lips curled up.

He directly called Yi Yu and others.

"Let's get ready to set off, the greatest opportunity of the lower realm is here." Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.

Hearing this, both Yi Yu and Yan Qingying's eyes shimmered brightly.

Jiang Luoli cheered even more.

Jun Xiaoyao and his party left the ancient gods residence and headed to the open sea.

Jun Xiaoyao knows that the location of the Ten Realms Rift is uncertain.

It is possible in any barren mountains and corners.

The only ones who can enter are those who have the tokens of the heroic altar like Jun Xiaoyao, except for the great fortuners.

About half a day later, under the guidance of the sachet, Jun Xiaoyao came to the deep sea outside the Vientiane Continent.

Finally, Jun Xiaoyao stood still above the sea.

Jiang Luoli blinked her big eyes, looking left and right, wondering: "Brother Xiaoyao, where is the entrance to the Ten Realms Rift you mentioned?"

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly and pointed at the sea.

"On the bottom of the sea?" Jiang Luoli opened her small mouth.

She also didn't expect that the entrance to the Ten Realms Rift would be at the bottom of the deep ocean.

It's really impossible to find someone without some luck.

Jun Xiaoyao and others, the mana on the body surged, turned into a shield, and escaped directly into the deep sea.

The outer sea of ​​the Vientiane Continent is as dangerous as the endless sea of ​​the Profound Sky Continent.

There are many terrifying behemoths in the deep sea.

For example, blue-ringed octopus, megalodon, tiger-headed monster whale, etc.

But these behemoths of the deep sea were killed by the ancestors of Dongxuan and others.

After going deep into the sea.

In the dark seabed canyon, Jun Xiaoyao found a black hole in space.

Around the cracks, the space is distorted and sea water cannot enter it.

Vaguely, within the crack, there is still a strong spiritual energy radiating.

"Is that the entrance to the Ten Realms Rift?" Jiang Luoli and others stared.

"This is only one of the entrances. There should be entrances elsewhere in the Ten Realms." Jun Xiaoyao said.

They didn't hesitate, ready to enter.

However, the ancestors of Dongxuan and others discovered that the entrance to the fissure of the ten worlds was actually a vague sense of rejection.

With their saints' cultivation, they can't enter it at all.

"What's going on?" Old Ancestor Dongxuan and others were a little confused.

Jun Xiaoyao thought a little bit.

The inheritance of the Altar of Heroes in the Ten Realms Rift is aimed at the younger generation.

For the sages such as Dongxuan Patriarch, it has no effect.

Maybe the opportunities in the Ten Realms Rift were originally prepared for the younger generation, so it is difficult for the strong to enter it.

"Just stay here." Jun Xiaoyao said.

Old ancestor Dongxuan and others nodded~IndoMTL.com~ Jun Xiaoyao took Jiang Luoli, Yiyu, and Yan Qingying into the fissure passage of the ten realms together.

As for Jun Ying'er, her cultivation base is still low and she is not suitable for entering.

And Su Ziqiong was just a female slave he took at will, and Jun Xiaoyao naturally didn't have the mind to cultivate.

So he only took the three of Jiang Luoli.

At the same time, in a forest of monsters in Vientiane Continent.

A young man with a solemn expression is frantically hunting monsters.

On top of his head, there is a talisman filled with supreme aura shining divinely.

It is Fang Han, the 16th prince!

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