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

Chapter 120: Sign in with a 7-star reward, a sword of the emperor, the mysterious fallen saint...

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have won the 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 was 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 hundreds of millions of people.

And this Panhuang Years Sword, the whole body is flowing with the meaning of simple and long-term years.

In 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 Yijun Xiaoyao's calm and calm character is rare at this moment.

Although the sign-in reward is random, sometimes, it seems to be somewhat related to the sign-in place.

Among them, there are no rules at all.

But no matter what, to be able to get the seven-star reward, and it is also the Emperor's Years Sword, this is definitely a surprise for Jun Xiaoyao.

"Have I evolved from a non-chief to the European Emperor?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

He signed in at the Suzaku Ancient Kingdom Palace last time, but only received a four-star award.

Slightly shook his head, Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, holding the Panhuang Years Sword.

Suddenly, he felt a wave of time flowing.

His whole arm seems to be aging in time.

At this time, 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 people who can hold on with their own strength.

Jun Xiaoyao's thoughts moved slightly, holding the Pan Emperor Years Sword, and randomly chopped off the bronze puppets behind him with a sword.

Suddenly, a semi-imaginary sword light swept across, and the bronze puppets began to decay and age, and then they turned into patina powder.

"It's really strong." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

With his current realm, he couldn't exert much power of the Pan Emperor Years Sword.

But with this 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 when I have time later, I have to go to the Holy Spirit Academy to find out whether the reincarnation Holy Spirit can transform my supreme bone." Jun Xiaoyao muttered to himself.

He incorporated the Pan Emperor Years Sword into the space magic weapon.

"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.

Right now, the Pan Huang Sheng Ling Sword was in Yang Pan's hands.

The Emperor Pan's Sword 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, then I just have to grab him."

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.

That Panwu God Lord, obviously also holding this idea.

But Jun Xiaoyao didn't mind, he couldn't take what he wanted.

"It's not a trip in vain 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 nothing to regret.

A sword, paid 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 had already 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 time, a special palace suddenly appeared in Jun Xiaoyao's vision.

That palace is located in one of the most remote corners in the depths of Panwu Mausoleum, surrounded by piles of weeds.

There are even some chains outside, enclosing that area, as if you don't want people to approach it.

"Huh...that's..." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes dimmed.

In this Wuling, most places, you can see traces that someone has explored.

Only that one hall seemed to be uninhabited.

And there seemed to be a **** mist around him.

What made Jun Xiaoyao curious was not only the abnormal appearance of the palace.

It's even more because there was a faint reaction in his wild ancient sacrament.

Jun Xiaoyao must be in his heart, just stepping away.

He pushed open the door of the temple, and it was completely dark inside.

A gust of yin wind blows out, and most people are absolutely frightened, but Jun Xiaoyao is indifferent.

His ridiculous ancient sacrament restrained all evil spirits and dark power, so it was not vain~www.mtlnovel.com~ At this moment, deep in the darkness, there was a rattling chain sound.

It felt like something imprisoned in chains started 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 large Luo fairy bones shone out, and the extremely sacred breath came out, colliding with the **** fist wind.

boom!

With a shock, the whole palace was trembling.

And under the light of Daluo's fairy bone, he also saw the figure in front of him clearly.

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 made Jun Xiaoyao care about was not the image of the wild man, but his physique.

It turned out to be an ancient sacrament!

boom!

After the collision with one blow, Jun Xiaoyao and the savage figure retreated simultaneously.

Jun Xiaoyao's arms were numb.

"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 an ancient eucharist appear?

And it's not an ordinary ancient eucharist.

This ridiculous ancient Eucharist felt like a fallen Eucharist after some transformation and mutation.

Yes, it is the fallen Eucharist!

Because the qi and blood of the Eucharist are all brilliant and sacred gold, but the blood of the fallen Eucharist is an ominous dark red.

"This fallen Eucharist will definitely not be Emperor Panwu, what kind of existence is it?"

Jun Xiaoyao's heart is full of doubts.