Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go-Novel2

He had hoped before, thinking that it might be Jun Xiaoyao who conquered Langhuan by force.

　　 Now it seems that it is indeed true, that Langhuan wants to post Jun Xiaoyao upside down.

　　 He pursued it for a long time, and didn't even touch a finger of Langhuan.

　　 Now Langhuan is actively posting to another man.

　　 No one can stand it anymore, my mentality is going to explode.

　　 "Outside human race, you are looking for death!" Mo Ling couldn't help but wanted to do it himself.

　　 "Wait," Jun Xiaoyao said.

　　 "Why, now I know fear?"

　　 Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Mo Ling's face showed a cold color.

　　 Some burial creatures around also looked at Jun Xiaoyao suspiciously.

　　 The Lord who is fearless and fearless, is he afraid now?

　　 Jun Xiaoyao didn't care, instead he turned his head and asked Langhuan, "If you win the Ten Kings Feast, can you enter the funeral world?"

　　 "Well, this time the ten kings feast, the top-ranked ones can enter the burial world first, because the space gap is small and unstable, so the number of places is inherently small." Langhuan said.

　　 Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

　　 This is so easy.

　　 Sweep all enemies, and then enter the burial world is enough.

　　 He looked at Mo Ling and said lightly: "It's too easy to deal with you, and it's a waste of time."

　　 Jun Xiaoyao's words made Mo Ling's eyes burst into cold light.

　　 However, he hasn't waited for him to refute, what Jun Xiaoyao said next made all the souls of Burial Land in the entire Soul Burying Mountain stunned.

　　 "Today, the son of God is here, and one person chooses ten little kings!"

　　 "Wait, please!"

　　 Jun Xiaoyao flicked his big sleeve, aloof.

　　 The aura of the Great Perfection of the Divine Fire Realm burst out wildly, and the surging blood was no longer hidden, it burst out directly!

　　 Like a **** king leaving the gate, if an ancient **** is here!

　　 Many young burial creatures with weaker cultivation bases were directly knocked to the ground, their faces pale as paper.

　　 Jun Xiaoyao's breath at this moment is too violent, like an ancient idol, shaking the world, roaring down the stars!

"you"

　　 Mo Ling, Long Xiang, Jiuyouchan and other ten little kings, all of them looked cold and stern.

　　 What is the Ten Little Kings, the most outstanding prince of heaven in the Ten Territories of the Burial Land forever.

　　 And Jun Xiaoyao, just an outsider, dare to speak so arrogantly and challenge them all alone.

　　 This is no longer rampant, but naked contempt!

　　 Jun Xiaoyao regards them as ants, and doesn't take it seriously!

　　 All the buried Tianjiao present were dull.

　　 Langhuan alone, very careful, noticed Jun Xiaoyao's claim.

　　 "Professing to be the Son of God, it seems that he is not only the prince of the Jun family, but also the Son of God with the most core status."

　　 Langhuan understands what the meaning of the son of God represents.

　　 Even in the ancient family with strong background, the son of God is the absolute core figure.

　　 Jun Xiaoyao’s identity is more noble than she imagined!

　　 "Unfortunately, this little piece of fresh meat can be seen but not eaten." Langhuan was a little annoyed.

　　 At first, she thought that her identity as the nine princesses of the Devil Kingdom was more than enough with Jun Xiaoyao.

　　 Now it seems that she might really be climbing.

　　 "Outside human race, you are too presumptuous, this is the burial ground, not your rampant place!"

　　 The Eight-Armed Spider Demon King of Tianjiao spoke up.

　　 He was completely dark, with four pairs of eyes on his face and eight arms on his body. He was more like a humanoid monster than a humanoid.

　　 However, his aura is very strong, and his cultivation is complete in the Divine Fire Realm.

　　 But coupled with the racial talent of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Clan, his strength is enough to rival the Tianjiao of the Divine Fire Realm Dzogchen.

　　 "Die!"

　　 Tianjiao of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan made a move, and he opened his mouth to spit out a hanging silver thread, winding Xiangjun Xiaoyao.

　　 At the same time, eight arms blasted out, black evil spirits surged, and the magic seal was formed.

　　 This is a great magical power of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Race, Eight Spider Demon Seal.

　　 The silver filament was wound around Xiang Jun Xiaoyao, but Jun Xiaoyao stood still.

　　 "Are you stupid?"

　　 Tianjiao of the eight-armed spider demon clan just smiled, he saw it in amazement.

　　 The silver thread he spit out disappeared directly into the void.

　　 At the same time, Jun Xiaoyao moved in his footsteps and took the initiative to flash towards the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Race Tianjiao.

　　 The next moment, the Eight-armed Spider Demon Race Tianjiao was even more horrified to notice.

　　 His Eight Spider Demon Seals have completely disappeared, as if they were resolved by an invisible force.

　　 "How is it possible, you!" The eight-armed spider demon clan Tianjiao's expression was full of shock.

　　 Although he had heard before, Jun Xiaoyao possesses a strange magic immunity.

　　 But he thought it was some kind of magical power.

　　 As a result, I didn’t expect it to be so weird. You don’t need to take the initiative to sacrifice, and you can directly eliminate all mana.

　　 This is too weird, too unexpected.

　　 Not waiting for the eight-armed spider Demon Spider Tianjiao, he recovered from the shock.

　　 Jun Xiaoyao's palm print has been overshadowed.

　　 has no magical powers, no mana.

　　 just a simple palm, with tens of billions of catties of physical power, bombarded the chest of the eight-armed spider demon clan Tianjiao.

　　 The Eight-Armed Spider Demon Race Tianjiao hurriedly resisted, and eight sharp and strong spears broke out of his back spine, protecting him.

　　 This is the talented magical power of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Race, the Eight Spider Spear.

　　 But it turned out to be.

　　 Click!

　　 The Eight Spider God Spear was directly smashed by a palm, and Jun Xiaoyao's palm wind cast his momentum unabated, hitting the Eight Arm Spider Demon Race Tianjiao's chest heavily.

　　 then

　　 There was a bang.

　　 The blood mist burst into the sky.

　　 Eight-armed spider demon clan Tianjiao, fallen!

　　 The entire Soul Burial Mountain is quietly audible.

　　All the burial creatures who watched the battle stared out, their scalp numb, as if their heads were about to explode.

　　 One of the ten little kings, just like this, was killed in seconds?

　　 All beings feel like a dream.

　　 This is too unreal.

　　 That is the strongest Tianjiao in a realm, with extraordinary strength, standing out from thousands of young Tianjiao and becoming one of the ten little kings.

　　 As a result, now ~www.mtl.com~ is not able to hold Jun Xiaoyao a move!

　　 This kind of quick and decisive spike is too shocking and makes people feel numb.

　　 "You" Eight-armed Spider Demon Clan came to watch the battle, first looked blank, and then filled with endless anger.

　　 They couldn't help but they wanted to shoot.

　　 However, I ran into it, Jun Xiaoyao's cold eyes.

　　 For an instant, as if a basin of cold water was poured down, the powerhouse of the eight-armed spider demon clan instantly awoke.

　　 They remembered, but Jun Xiaoyao still has three terrifying puppets of the Great Holy Realm, Tushen Puppet.

　　 If Jun Xiaoyao is sacrificed, unless he invites a strong person above the saint master in the clan to come, it will not be able to deal with Jun Xiaoyao at all.

　　 Thinking of this, the strongman of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Race still held back and did not do anything.

　　 As for Mo Ling, his face was frozen.

　　 Although his strength is better than the Eight-armed Spider Demon Race Tianjiao, he is really only a little bit stronger.

　　 Jun Xiaoyao can kill the eight-armed spider demon clan Tianjiao with one move, and it is estimated that he will not be able to deal with him.

　　 "Why, are you still going to challenge this **** son alone?" Jun Xiaoyao said lightly, holding his hand.

　　 Mo Ling's face was as ugly as if he had eaten Xiang Xiang.

　　 Jun Xiaoyao, it's like sprinkling salt on his wound.

　　 "Huh, I don't believe it!"

　　 Long Xiang of the corpse dragon clan gave a cold snort, and he decided to take action.historical