Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go Chapter 508: Jun Xiaoyao is invincible in the holy realm, and one person will pick up three immortal powers…
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Jun Xiaoyao said a word, the world is quiet, and the world is dead.
The whole roaring battlefield seems to have been pulled away from all the sounds at this moment, and the needle can be heard quietly.
What did they hear?
Jun Xiaoyao alone, want to defeat the three immortal forces?
Everyone thought that they had auditory hallucinations.
Otherwise, the prince's **** is crazy.
Everyone sees the current situation.
The Jun family is able to resist the four great Primordial powers, but it is difficult to separate more powers to deal with the three immortal forces.
"My Lord God..."
Many arrogant women, princesses, who watched the battle on the periphery, also sweated deeply for Jun Xiaoyao.
Princess Dashang and other admirers prayed for Jun Xiaoyao in their hearts.
At this moment, almost all the eyes of the entire Huangtian Immortal Realm are on Jun Xiaoyao's side.
Even the great ancestor battle above the stars is not as exciting as Jun Xiaoyao alone can stand the three immortal forces alone.
Everyone wants to know whether Jun Xiaoyao is really crazy, or what he has to rely on.
Hearing what Jun Xiaoyao said, even Wang Yuanba thought he had heard it wrong.
Wang Yuanba said in a cold voice: "You kid, are you crazy?"
Jun Xiaoyao turned to Wang Yuanba faintly, and said: "Wang Teng, I killed it."
When these words fell, Wang Yuanba's body was shaken, and a terrifying killing intent that could make the world look bad broke out.
Ordinary saints, under this astonishing killing intent, their whole body will be limp, and the heart will collapse.
But Jun Xiaoyao, standing with his hands behind, his expression faint, Taishan collapsed in front of him and his face remained unchanged.
"Little evil animal, you are looking for death!" Between Wang Yuanba's hands, he was about to suppress Xiangjun Xiaoyao with a palm.
However, in the magic weapon of Jun Xiaoyao Space, an amulet lights up, which is Jun Wugui's amulet.
The vast light surging like a tide.
Vaguely, a vague figure standing on nine heavens and ten places emerged, pointing out.
Puff!
Wang Yuanba's whole body flew out, the blood in his mouth vomited wildly, and a big **** hole was directly pierced through his shoulder.
"Um...that figure is..."
"The White God King has no regrets!"
There were countless inhalations from all directions, and many people got goose bumps.
"It's no wonder that the son of the Jun family has no fear, and the front of the army formation does not change. It turns out that there is an amulet given by the white king."
"With this amulet, it is really impossible to kill the king's son in seconds."
"You!" Wang Yuanba wiped off the blood from the corners of his mouth, his expression even more angry.
At the same time, there is a trace of fear in his eyes.
The name of the White-clothed God King has long been spread throughout the entire deserted fairyland.
Even if for some reason, Jun Wuhui was unable to participate in this immortal battle, it does not mean that his awe-inspiring power is gone.
"Boy, is this what you rely on? If that's the case, then you are indeed naive." On the side of the Holy Church, the Holy Leader's tone was indifferent.
He sits high on the golden throne, like a supreme **** worshipped by the spirits.
Although Wang Jun Wugui is strong in white clothes, it is only a talisman after all.
The energy in it runs out, and it's useless.
So Jun Xiaoyao hopes that with a piece of amulet, he can clamor in front of the three immortal forces, which is indeed a bit naive and ridiculous.
"The son of God just wants to say that the three major immortal forces of you are all rubbish. What else can you do besides bullying the small with the big."
"The younger generation, no one is the opponent of the Son of God. Now, the Son of God is standing here. Can a saint of your three powers kill the Son of God?"
Jun Xiaoyao flicked his sleeves, his tone indifferent and disdainful.
By this, I stepped directly on the minefield of the three major forces.
Wang Yuanba's face is grim, Jun Xiaoyao is simply dancing on the tip of a knife.
But... this is really impossible to refute, because it is true.
The face of the holy leader also sinks slightly.
The holy godson and the holy woman Meihu, but both died in the hands of Jun Xiaoyao.
As for falling to the palace, it is even more murderous.
The fallen **** son, the dark **** son, and the dark **** prince, all died in the hands of Jun Xiaoyao.
He almost cut off the younger generation of the Fallen Palace.
"This person is too arrogant, let me kill him!"
In the Wang family, a middle-aged saint couldn't help stepping out.
He is also a well-known genius in the Wang family. It took eight hundred years to achieve the realm of saints.
Don't look at it for a long time of 800 years, but for the realm of saints, it is already very young.
Of course, compared with Jun Xiaoyao, the eighteen-year-old saint, he is not even a fart.
"Boy, I'll kill you!"
The sage of the royal family gave a cold cry, sacrificed a heavenly sword, and swept away at Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao has no fear in dealing with saints of the same rank.
He mobilized the power of one hundred thousand idols, and the true body of the ancient idols appeared.
Jun Xiaoyao pressed down with a palm, and the true body of the Primordial Idol was crushed down in the air, the void shattered like a paper.
The royal sage looked terrified, and he didn't even have the chance to struggle. He burst into pieces and was shocked into a cloud of blood, and even the soul was shattered.
"That's it?" Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly.
Is it too embarrassing to come out and make a battle?
"Boy, don't be crazy!"
The second king's sage shot again, and the result was still only three rounds before being beheaded by Jun Xiaoyao.
The corners of Wang Yuanba's eyes twitched.
He didn't feel sorry for the saint's fall, but was angry.
Looking at the sages of his royal family~IndoMTL.com~, none of them can deal with Jun Xiaoyao.
"Let me come!"
On the Shengjiao side, there are also saints.
He recites the scriptures, and golden ancient characters emerge one by one, like golden mountains, oppressing Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao's expression is indifferent, and between his fingers, the sword aura of the Immortal Sword Art of Slaughter bursts out, as if he could kill all the stars outside the sky.
The golden ancient characters were all smashed by sword energy.
Jun Xiaoyao walked in the air, flashed in front of the saint of the sacred religion, and then smashed his punch!
The void shattered, and the space turbulent flow.
The saint, body and soul were annihilated at the same time, sucked into the turbulence of the pitch black space.
The three immortal saints present were all shivering, with hairy behind them, and never expected that Jun Xiaoyao would be so strong.
"It's worthy of being a saint who has survived a tribulation comparable to the supreme calamity..." The many forces that have been seen from the outside of Huangzhou are all sighed in their hearts.
Jun Xiaoyao is simply an invincible saint.
If such a fierce man walks on the path of God, how can there be other talents?
"Why, are the three big forces no one?"
Looking at those fearful eyes, Jun Xiaoyao held one hand behind him.
Xin Shou killed several saints, his white clothes are still spotless, with a faint smile on his mouth.
But the more it is, the more fearful it is.
Seeing that the eyes of the saints of the three major powers were extremely panic, Jun Xiaoyao sighed and shook his head slightly.
"Let’s take a step back, the son of God, the three powers, any saint can take action, the son of God will never rely on external forces."
Jun Xiaoyao's voice fell, everyone's breathing stopped, and the heart seemed to miss a beat.
Jun Xiaoyao, this is to single out all the saints of the three immortal forces! ?